An Ruo watched helplessly as An Qing left the venue, but the man in front of her blocked her way. Her eyes turned cold. "Move aside!"
"Move aside? Hah, heard of the Yu family? I'm the eldest young master of the Yu family. In Shencheng, no woman I've set my sights on has ever slipped away." The man's tone was frivolous. "Be smart and dance with me, or it'll be awkward for everyone when I can't smooth things over."
Hah, is this how scions of noble families pursue love—by threatening her?
Just as the man reached out to grab An Ruo, a lazy voice rang out. "Oh, isn't this Young Master Niu? What are you doing running over here after I've been looking for you forever?"
Sheng Nanzhou slung an arm around Young Master Yu's shoulder, grinning as he lightly punched his chest. "So annoying, making me wait around for ages while you come here to hit on girls, huh?"
"Who the hell are you?" Young Master Yu stared at him, baffled. This bastard was even patting his chest in a sleazy, effeminate way.
"Forgot me so quickly? Weren't you all over me in bed yesterday?" Sheng Nanzhou deliberately pitched his voice high, nearly gagging himself.
An Ruo shot them a strange look. Young Master Yu scrambled to explain, but she just smiled and waved them off. "You two carry on. I won't intrude."
With that, she made a quick escape.
The bird in hand had flown. Young Master Yu's face turned green with rage. "Who the hell are you?!"
The two men embracing drew sidelong glances from everyone around...
Seeing the girl was far away, Sheng Nanzhou shoved him off with a look of disgust, straightening his collar. "Your dad!"
"Hey, you son of a—"
An Ruo lifted her skirt and hurried out of the venue, but the corridor was already empty of An Qing. A group of glamorous women approached, with Zhou Mingyue at the center, basking in compliments.
The women vied to flatter her. "Mingyue, isn't that dress from Lan Zhen's new collection? I heard it's a limited edition—can't buy it even with money."
"Small potatoes. Don't forget, Mingyue's boyfriend is the CEO of Lan Zhen. A mere dress—he should be custom-making one for her anyway!"
Zhou Mingyue was proud, and everyone in their circle knew she had a crush on Gu Chao. Even though nothing was official between them, she still paraded around claiming he was her boyfriend.
She arched an eyebrow with a smirk. "A Chao said the spring collection was designed around my style. I told him he was overdoing it—there are so many women in the world, he can't just cater to my taste."
"CEO Gu is so romantic!"
"Mingyue, you're so lucky. You've hit the jackpot."
Zhou Mingyue lifted her chin like a proud peacock in full display, savoring their sycophantic praise.
As their voices grew closer, An Ruo quickly lowered her head, terrified Zhou Mingyue might recognize her.
Just as they were about to pass, one of them pointed at her mask. "Mingyue, look, that bunny mask is pretty cute."
Zhou Mingyue glanced over with a smile, feeling a flicker of familiarity but unsure if it was An Ruo behind the mask.
"Not bad," she finally commented.
An Ruo stiffly walked past them. Only when she was a safe distance away did she let out a relieved sigh.
...
On the seventeenth floor, An Ruo spotted An Qing in the lounge. She had taken off her mask and was leaning against the wall, on the phone.
"Okay, I'll wait for you in room 1720."
After hanging up, An Qing's lips curled into a meaningful, coquettish smile. She looked up, surprised to see a familiar face, and hesitated before forcing a smile to greet them.
Hiding by the wall, An Ruo overheard her mention waiting in room 1720. With that in mind, she immediately took the elevator back to her own room, changed into more practical sportswear, and slipped into 1720 before An Qing arrived.
She'd been tailing her for two days, and finally caught her tonight. An Ruo thought darkly, just wait until she comes in—I'll give her a proper lesson!
About ten minutes later, the sound of the door handle turning made An Ruo dart into the inner room. Just as she was about to spring out, she was met with a steamy scene.
An Qing was wrapped around a muscular man. The moment they entered, they were kissing frantically, the room filled with the wet, suggestive sounds of their passion...
The man shed his clothes piece by piece, lifting An Qing onto the table. His strong body pressed against hers as he untied the thin straps at her chest.
An Ruo peeked out, unhurriedly pulling out her phone to film them. With such explosive footage, wouldn't An Qing be forced to come clean about the photos?
"Miss..." the man murmured, kissing her pale neck passionately, leaving a trail of marks.
"Stop it~ Don't kiss so hard. Someone will notice when I go out." An Qing pressed a finger to his lips, lying on the coffee table like a seductress lost in desire, her long, slender legs wrapping around his narrow waist.
The man's eyes burned with intense lust as he let her have her way. They skipped foreplay and got straight to business.
"Don't stop..." An Qing bit her lip hard, her eyes glazed as she stared at the dazzling lights above. "Don't worry about me. Be as rough as you want—harder doesn't matter, ah..."
Ever since she was assaulted by those burly men one after another, every quiet night brought back memories of their brutal treatment. Her thighs itched with longing, and there was a void in her heart that desperately needed filling.
And the only thing that could fill that void was a man!
Outside, the two were going at it like wildfire. An Ruo held her phone, unable to watch, her ears filled with their shameless moans.
...
The man clenched his chiseled jaw, staring at the screen with narrowed, dark eyes. A flicker of chilling intrigue passed through his gaze.
Sheng Nanzhou studied his expression carefully, craning his neck cautiously. "Aren't we going in to check?"
On the monitor, An Ruo sneaked into 1720, followed by the provocatively dressed An Qing and a man whose hand was practically welded to her backside before they even entered.
Judging by his attire, he was likely a bodyguard. Sheng Nanzhou checked other cameras and, sure enough, "He's An Qing's bodyguard. Their relationship seems... complicated."
Sheng Nanzhou clicked his tongue. "This woman's sleeping with her own bodyguard. They've booked rooms several times... Is she that desperate?"
The man licked his thin lips, a slight curve at the corner of his eye. "Want me to hand her over to you?"
"With her appetite for two men in three days? No thanks. I'd like to live a little longer."
Shen Xiaoxing leaned back, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, exhaling a faint wisp of smoke. His sharp profile was carved like ice.
This girl had some nerve. Who knew what she'd walked in on? Wasn't she afraid they'd want to silence her?
Still reckless.
"Find an excuse to call her out."
Sheng Nanzhou chuckled. "That's not great, is it? Interrupting their fun..."
Before he could finish, he met the man's sinister glare and snapped a sloppy military salute. "Mission guaranteed!"
With that, he scurried off to handle it.
Offending this guy was no joke. He'd lost track of the target, leaving An Ruo to infiltrate such a dangerous place alone. If things went south, his life was on the line!