Chapter 55: Remember, I'm Your Man?

Chapter 55: Remember, I'm Your Man?

Nan Huang logged into the live broadcast room, and more and more people poured into the room. While on her night run, Nan Huang paused and secured her headphones. She then uttered a sentence.

"Taobihu, tonight at ten, will you accept a match with your software?"

As soon as Nan Huang's voice fell, her live broadcast room exploded.

"Sister! I can't believe it's you!"

"Her voice is amazing!"

"I could get pregnant just from listening to her!"

"Sister must be beautiful and kind-hearted!"

"Sister, can you show your face?"

Watching the live chat, Rong Wuye couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

What does it mean to get pregnant from listening to her voice? 

She's his! Who dares to have thoughts about her?!!

Rong Wuye: "Check the identities behind these several IDs for me."

Yang Bo: "..."

Meanwhile, in Taobihu's live broadcast room, after receiving Nan Huang's challenge request, the streamer boldly declared, "I dare to accept, will you dare to battle!"

This challenge caused a surge in both of their live broadcast rooms, with wave after wave of viewers joining.

During the time Nan Huang was on her night run, Taobihu continued to gain popularity, and more and more people logged into the live broadcast app just to witness this showdown.

After Taobihu ended her live stream, a group of people gathered around her. Her makeup was touched up, and she was given water to drink as needed.

She lay on a lounge chair, and a plump man walked over to her.

"Xiao Tao, if you can make our Go software popular tonight, you'll have done a great deed."

Taobihu raised the corner of her lips. "Remember the promised one million."

The man laughed heartily. "You're quite talented. You've stirred up this woman and challenged her to a match. This time, as long as we win, the reputation of our software's Go algorithm will skyrocket, and the software will surely sell well!"

Taobihu, lying on the chair, stared at the people around her. "Make sure everything goes smoothly tonight."

Assistant: "Understood, Miss Tao."

Back at Nan Huang's place, she had finished her run and returned to her room. It was pitch black inside, and she closed the door. As she fumbled around for the light switch, a large hand suddenly grasped her wrist.

Nan Huang was startled but quickly realized that another hand was ready to retaliate. However, at that moment, the man in front of her moved closer.

In this instant, the man's dark silhouette gradually became clear, and Nan Huang was taken aback. "Wu...?"

Rong Wuye pushed her into a corner, her back against the cold wall, and her neck protected by his large hand.

He kissed her lips, dominating and possessive, trying to dispel her doubts and fears one step at a time.

Nan Huang's petite lips were gently nibbled and teased. The dense, overwhelming aura of dominance slowly chipped away at her resistance.

The small space, with no light, made every ambiguous sound exceptionally distinct. Every sensation on her skin was crystal clear.

The hand gripping her waist and the hand at her neck tightened again and again. Their bodies pressed close together.

She was almost unable to breathe, drowning in this kiss. Her legs grew weak, and she grabbed his collar.

"Little brat..."

Rong Wuye released her lips, bent down, and whispered seductively into her ear, "Remember, I'm your man."

He emphasized the word "man."

Nan Huang was completely bewildered.

What did he mean?

Rong Wuye looked at her dazed expression and couldn't help but smile. He gently ruffled her hair.

"Normally, you're so clever, but now you're acting foolish. Why?"

However, she's not a substitute? What does that mean?

Rong Wuye took her hand and led her into the room. "Come here, I'll help you dry your hair."

Nan Huang finally thought to stand her ground against Rong Wuye, but when the moment came, she felt a bit awkward.

"You... are you angry? I'll tell you, I... um..."

Rong Wuye took a step closer, his face illuminated by the computer screen. He looked deep in thought as he raised his head.

"What are you talking about?"

Nan Huang nervously said, "Are you mad at me? I'll tell you, I... uh..."

Rong Wuye held her again, his lips gently sealing hers, and he slowly pulled away.

"Little mouth, it's been naughty."

Afterwards, he pulled her into a chair, turned on the hair dryer, and started drying her hair.

"Hair that's not dried properly can cause a cold."

Nan Huang was still a bit dazed.

Rong Wuye's strength was indeed overwhelming. She couldn't help but think.

After a while, when her hair was dry, the hair dryer stopped.

Rong Wuye put down the hair dryer and approached her. His heavy hand gently tousled her hair.

Then, in the quiet room, his hoarse voice rang out.

"Silly girl, I went too far today."

"I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)