Gu Chengyu raised an eyebrow, deeply remembering that swimsuit that had made him lose control.
"Yes, of course I remember."
"What's wrong?"
Su Qianqian mumbled quietly, "That set... seems like one piece is missing."
She continued, somewhat embarrassed to say it, "And it's the bottom part that's missing..."
"That little skirt connected to that small piece of fabric... it's gone..."
Hearing this, Gu Chengyu wasn't too concerned.
That night at Nanwan had been chaotic and intense, and he hadn't paid much attention to such details afterwards.
He pinched her small chin and said casually, "It probably was left in the private hot spring. The cleaning staff was likely careless and treated it as ordinary dirty laundry."
"If it's lost, it's lost. I'll have someone send over an identical set tomorrow."
"No!" Su Qianqian suddenly tightened her arms around his waist, her little face full of shy distress, her voice tinged with urgency.
"That thing... might still have my... on it. Anyway, we can't let anyone else find it!"
"What if that staff member didn't throw it away but kept it instead? I'd die of shame!"
She grew more and more agitated as she spoke, squirming restlessly in his arms. "A-Yu, please go look for it..."
"Ask the staff who cleaned up that day. You must get it back, okay?"
Gu Chengyu looked at her flustered, almost tearful little face and first found it somewhat amusing. Was such a small thing worth getting so worked up over?
But then, after a moment's thought, he realized she had a point.
Especially when he thought about that small piece of fabric, which might still carry her scent... if it were picked up by someone with ill intentions...
He absolutely could not tolerate that.
Gu Chengyu soothed the young woman. "Alright, tomorrow I'll have Assistant Zhao personally look into it. We'll definitely find it and get it back."
Seeing him agree, Su Qianqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart—half her objective was achieved.
But on the surface, she maintained that delicate, timid demeanor, softly leaning against his chest and whispering, "Mhm, A-Yu, you must get it back..."
Gu Chengyu looked down at the snowy white line of her shoulder and neck, thinking of how she looked that day. The indecent thoughts that had just faded surged back, burning his throat dry.
His large hand, which had been resting properly on her back, began to slowly slide downward, stealthily reaching the curve of her pert bottom.
He spoke in a low, husky voice, "Don't worry about the clothes. Now, are your feet still cold? Let me check and see if they've warmed up..."
As he spoke, he laid her back down on the sofa, reaching for her ankles.
Su Qianqian let out a small cry of surprise and quickly wrapped her limbs around him, her face flushed as she pleaded softly, "A-Yu! Don't be like this..."
"Let's go back to the room, okay? Not here. Auntie Zhang has to change the sofa cover every time... it's so embarrassing."
Gu Chengyu looked at her charming state and chuckled lowly, obliging her. He scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the bedroom.
"Fine, back to the room. I'll give you a thorough check there."
"But baby, Auntie Zhang cleans the rooms too... she'll find out just the same."
The next day, the atmosphere in the Gu Corporation office was terrifyingly oppressive.
Assistant Zhao stood with his head bowed before the desk, covered in cold sweat, not even daring to look up at Gu Chengyu's expression.
On the tablet in front of Gu Chengyu was a surveillance video from the Nanwan resort.
The corridor of the presidential suite showed a woman in a staff uniform holding a tray. On it was precisely the missing bodysuit skirt belonging to Miss Su.
In the end, it was delivered into Shen Que's room.
Assistant Zhao's voice was tense. "The staff member from that day said it was on Young Master Shen's orders."
"The surveillance footage has been retrieved. It was indeed delivered to Young Master Shen's room."
"The staff member who handled it has been brought here. She's waiting outside."
Gu Chengyu sat in his leather chair. His face showed no expression, but it was more frightening than if he were in a rage.
Since when? Since when had Shen Que developed such filthy thoughts?
"Bring her in," Gu Chengyu finally spoke, his voice icy cold.
The office door opened, and the Nanwan staff member entered, trembling with fear.
She didn't even dare to look up, falling to her knees with a thud.
"Young Master Gu, it was Young Master Shen's order. I didn't dare to disobey..." she stammered incoherently.
"Explain clearly."
Gu Chengyu's voice was calm, yet carried a pressure that felt like a storm brewing. "That day, what did Shen Que do when he went over? What did he say?"
The staff member recalled haltingly, "That day, Young Master Shen told us to leave first. He stayed by the hot spring area for a while by himself, and when he came out, his expression didn't look too good."
"He stopped me, pointed at that little piece of clothing Miss Su had left on the rock over there, and said: 'The things inside, clean them up and send them to my room.'"
Her voice grew smaller and smaller. "Finally, he added: 'No need to wash them.'"
Deathly silence fell over the office.
The next second.
"BANG—!"
Gu Chengyu suddenly stood up, violently overturning the heavy solid wood desk.
The documents, computer, and monitor on the desk clattered and scattered across the floor with a tremendous crash.
His chest heaved violently. Those always arrogant, cold phoenix eyes were now filled with a terrifying storm, teetering on the edge of losing control.
"Get out!" he barked at the staff member trembling like a leaf on the floor, his voice hoarse.
The staff member scrambled out on her hands and knees.
Assistant Zhao was also terrified, not daring to breathe, frozen in place.
Images began to chaotically flood Gu Chengyu's mind. That aqua blue skirt, held in Shen Que's hands...
What would he do with it?
What else could a man want with a girl's intimate clothing?
Gu Chengyu violently kicked the overturned corner of the desk, producing another loud bang.
The thought of what Shen Que might have done with that intimate garment, still bearing her scent, made him want to kill.
She was Gu Chengyu's woman. How dare Shen Que?
How dare he harbor such filthy desires, even resorting to such a despicable method to fantasize?
He turned to the badly shaken Assistant Zhao.
"Investigate Shen Que."
"I want him to know the consequences of touching what's mine."
