Chapter 0017: I’m Not Someone Who’s Easy to Win Over

Enchantment Bar.

A young man, looking no older than seventeen or eighteen, sat at the counter, downing one drink after another. His sharply defined, chiseled features, paired with an unruly glint in his eyes, lent him a unique masculine allure.

"May I sit here?"

A melodious voice sounded by his ear. The young man glanced sideways and saw a woman—stunningly beautiful, almost breathtaking. She was the epitome of a corporate beauty: sleek black stockings and a fitted skirt hugged her curves, while her white blouse strained to contain her figure.

Zhang Xiaofan only needed one look at her before an overwhelming urge surged within him—he wanted her.

That's right, Zhang Xiaofan had sneaked out again in the middle of the night, coming to the bar for a few drinks.

But wait…

Why did this beauty look so much like Ouyang Xue?

No, it wasn’t just a resemblance—it was Ouyang Xue.

Ouyang Xue suddenly felt a pang of regret. Sensing the brazen gaze from the man before her, she felt as if he could see right through her clothes.

At the same time, Ouyang Xue seemed to recognize Zhang Xiaofan as well…

Wasn’t this Zhang Xiaofan?

Just then, Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly and looked up, catching sight of two burly men standing coldly behind Ouyang Xue. Their tone was respectful but laced with warning as they said, “Miss Ouyang, our young master invites you for a drink.”

As they spoke, their eyes flicked toward Zhang Xiaofan, full of mockery and threat.

Zhang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes. He never showed mercy to those who provoked him.

“How dare you! Who do you think you are? Get lost!” Ouyang Xue’s sudden outburst caught Zhang Xiaofan off guard—he hadn’t expected her to have such a fiery temper.

“Teacher, do you need me to handle this trouble for you?” Zhang Xiaofan offered, half-drunk. Ouyang Xue, seemingly unafraid, and perhaps not even recognizing Zhang Xiaofan as her student, reached out, tipped his chin with her finger, and kissed him.

No! Zhang Xiaofan screamed in his heart, but a pair of strong arms had already wrapped around Ouyang Xue’s slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The alcohol had worked its spell—Zhang Xiaofan was getting lost in the moment.

Ouyang Xue panicked, wondering how she could be so bold. But seeing people watching from not far away, she grew even bolder, responding to Zhang Xiaofan’s kiss with heightened fervor.

“Brat, you’re looking for death!”

At that moment, the two bodyguards charged at Zhang Xiaofan in a fury, their fists slicing through the air with practiced force. Against ordinary people, they would have been more than enough—but against Zhang Xiaofan, they were nothing.

Without even looking, Zhang Xiaofan, one arm still around Ouyang Xue, lashed out with his free hand, throwing two quick punches.

Bang!

Their fists collided, and the two bodyguards were sent flying like cannonballs, crashing to the ground, howling in pain.

One punch had ruined their arms.

Both men were skilled fighters, yet in Zhang Xiaofan’s hands, they didn’t even deserve a second glance.

“Mmm…” Ouyang Xue struggled, clearly unable to catch her breath.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled softly and let her go.

“You… you scoundrel!” Ouyang Xue was much more sober now.

“If anyone’s a scoundrel, it’s you—you kissed me first.” Zhang Xiaofan’s lips curled into a wicked grin. To call him a scoundrel after kissing him? Honestly, one should be reasonable!

“Damn it! Why is it this brat again?” A voice roared from the shadows nearby.

It was none other than Liu Zifeng!

He’d come to the bar with friends to lift his spirits, only to run into Zhang Xiaofan again.

“You know him?” asked the sullen young man beside him, about twenty years old.

“Know him? I wish I could tear him to pieces!” Liu Zifeng ground his teeth.

“Good. Then let’s tear him to pieces. How dare he lay a hand on a woman I, Tan Gang, have set my sights on.”

“Exactly! With your status, Tan, killing him is as easy as snapping your fingers.” Liu Zifeng fanned the flames, recalling how he’d tried to sic his family on Zhang Xiaofan, but after Acheng’s disappearance, his father had warned him that Zhang Xiaofan was no ordinary man and likely had powerful backing, urging him to be patient.

Liu Zifeng had planned to let it go, but Zhang Xiaofan kept showing up like a bad penny. And now, seeing him in the bar, his anger flared once more.

Besides, he didn’t even need to lift a finger—why not use someone else for the dirty work?

Tan Gang pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and soon someone answered.

“Tan, what a rare guest!” came a rough voice.

“I need some skilled hitmen. One million for a job—are you in?” Tan Gang asked, seething. After much scheming, coercion, and sweet-talking, he’d finally managed to get Ouyang Xue to the bar tonight.

Ouyang Xue—he hadn’t even touched her hand, yet just now she’d been kissed and embraced by another man right before his eyes.

How could he not be furious?

But Tan Gang, for all his rage, was no fool. Judging by Liu Zifeng’s reaction, that kid was no pushover.

Hiring hitmen was the best solution—he was no stranger to such dealings.

In terms of family background and status, he was on par with Liu Zifeng.

…

“What’s wrong?” After a bit of banter, Zhang Xiaofan noticed something was off with Ouyang Xue. Her fair cheeks were flushed with a dizzying pink, her eyes growing hazy, and her chest heaving with every breath.

“So hot… I’m so hot…” Ouyang Xue’s mind was muddled; she felt as if her body were burning. Instinctively, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

The first button came undone, revealing a tantalizing hint of white skin. Zhang Xiaofan swallowed hard.

Then the second button…

Beneath her pristine white blouse, she wore a soft black lace bra, half exposed, her breasts straining against the fabric, a deep valley between them.

Whether it was the alcohol, the pulsing music, or Ouyang Xue’s seductive uniform, Zhang Xiaofan felt his body react almost uncontrollably, his eyes never leaving her.

What was she doing… Was this deliberate provocation? Or did she want to do this right here…?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his self-control slipping.

Teacher, I’m no saint, you know!

Yet Ouyang Xue’s hands kept moving, fumbling for the third button. If she undid that one, there would be no secrets left to hide!

There were still so many people around!

As much as Zhang Xiaofan wanted to keep watching, this was his teacher, after all. Kissing her had been one thing, but he couldn’t let others enjoy the show.

He pressed her soft, pale fingers, inadvertently resting his hand on a mound of snow-white softness—smooth, yielding, and resilient.

“Kiss me… I want…” Ouyang Xue’s breath became more rapid, her beautiful eyes growing more unfocused, her voice so sultry it made Zhang Xiaofan’s whole body itch.

He kissed her!

He’d already done it once—what was there to fear?

But wait…

This must be the effect of some drug!

A gentleman may have desires, but he does not take advantage of others.

Zhang Xiaofan placed his palm on Ouyang Xue’s temple, massaging rhythmically, trying to dispel the drug’s effects.

But Ouyang Xue clung to him wildly, pressing her softness against him, her lips wandering restlessly.

You can’t do this!

If you keep this up, I won’t be able to resist!

Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth to restrain himself, but his body was already beyond his control. It was a normal reaction—even with his abilities, some things were simply impossible to suppress.

“We’re leaving!” Tan Gang watched as Ouyang Xue lost herself on Zhang Xiaofan, and couldn’t take it any longer. If he stayed, he wasn’t sure he could keep his composure.

He’d slipped the drug into her drink, only for it to benefit Zhang Xiaofan. How could he not be furious?

Liu Zifeng was actually impressed—Tan Gang could restrain himself even now. No wonder the Tan family held him in such regard.

“Zifeng, remember this: women are indeed a man’s pride, but one must never lose reason for a woman. That brat will die, but it’s nothing to do with her. As for this woman, one day she’ll be begging for mercy under me,” Tan Gang lectured Liu Zifeng as they walked away.

Two minutes later, Zhang Xiaofan’s new clothes were covered in lipstick marks, his neck smeared with saliva.

Finally, with one last circle of his broad hand massaging her temple, Ouyang Xue’s dazed expression began to clear.

“Ugh… what is this…” she murmured as she came to her senses, first noticing something hard pressed against her waist, then realizing she was leaning against a broad chest—and the taste of saliva on it seemed to be her own.

She looked up to see Zhang Xiaofan grinning at her.

“You shameless rogue!”

Immediately, Ouyang Xue understood what had happened. She scrambled away, her face scarlet.

“Don’t blame me—I just cleared the drug from your system. Not only did you not thank me, you called me shameless. Besides, I was completely passive earlier—it was you who kept biting me,” Zhang Xiaofan protested innocently. “And you kept saying, ‘I want… I want…’”

“Ah! Stop talking!” Ouyang Xue wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor. She remembered bits and pieces of what had happened and dared not look at Zhang Xiaofan.

I actually… I actually did that to him…

Ouyang Xue’s feelings were in utter turmoil.

“You were drugged. If I hadn’t noticed, who knows what would have happened to you tonight,” Zhang Xiaofan said seriously.

“Tan Gang! It must have been that bastard Tan Gang!” Ouyang Xue’s beautiful eyes blazed with anger. She’d been forced to drink earlier—it had to be that glass! If the Tan family hadn’t threatened her family, she would never have come out with him. She hadn’t expected Tan Gang to stoop so low as to drug her.

“Little lady, you’d better be more careful in the future. After all, not every time will there be a model socialist youth like me to save you,” Zhang Xiaofan said with a straight face, his gaze occasionally drifting below her collar—so white, so full…

“What are you staring at!” Ouyang Xue finally realized she was exposed and hurriedly fastened her buttons. The thought of Zhang Xiaofan telling everyone at school what had happened in the bar made her want to crawl into a hole.

“Xiaofan…” she began softly, her gaze gentle and full of emotion.

“Teacher! What are you trying to do? I’m not that kind of person!” Zhang Xiaofan exclaimed.

Ouyang Xue was about to explode—how could her student be such an incorrigible rascal!