The high-end Western restaurant Fan Shengmei had meticulously selected was a mere hundred meters away from the towering gates of the Ode to Joy residential complex. Because the distance was so trivial, the two of them strolled down the dimly lit sidewalk side by side.
"Mr. Li, I live just up ahead. You really do not need to walk me all the way to the door," Fan Shengmei purred, leaning half of her plush body against his side, her face flushed a brilliant, feverish red.
Her flush was not entirely due to the expensive '86 Lafite she had eagerly consumed. The primary cause was the massive, heavy hand currently clamped ruthlessly onto her ass.
'Since it seems highly unlikely that she will let me fuck her tonight, I might as well collect my interest upfront,' Adrian reasoned coldly. He might need to play the role of a restrained, civilized gentleman with other, more fragile targets, but with a transactional parasite like Fan Shengmei? There was absolutely no need for such tedious theatrics. And so, on their leisurely walk back, Adrian's hand had slipped directly beneath the hem of her tight red pencil skirt, his fingers pinching and kneading her heavy, plush buttocks with bruising force.
'Plump and incredibly succulent,' Adrian reviewed internally, his dark eyes gleaming.
This woman was the absolute epitome of what men referred to as 'thick'—all of her excess weight had miraculously deposited in exactly the right places. Eighty percent of her body fat was concentrated in her heavy D-cup breasts and her incredibly plush, juicy ass. It was a profound pity he couldn't completely break her tonight; he would have thoroughly enjoyed dissecting her heavy anatomy on a mattress.
"You live here? What a delightful coincidence," Adrian slurred slightly, feigning the effects of the heavy vintage while completely ignoring the token, pathetic resistance she offered against his groping hand. "I actually own a few properties in this exact complex. Shall we go up and take a look together?"
Fan Shengmei felt the stranger's hand roaming wantonly over her bare skin beneath her skirt. A part of her wanted to shriek, demand respect, and slap his aristocratic face to prove she wasn't some cheap, promiscuous whore. But the moment she remembered the romantic violin accompaniment, the tens of thousands of yuan he had casually dropped on dinner, and his terrifying, untouchable wealth, her knees instantly went weak.
If it weren't for the absolute last, fraying thread of self-respect holding her together, she would probably be on her knees unzipping his pants right there on the sidewalk. There was no way around the brutal reality of the modern era. Beta males constantly whined about how unpredictable and difficult women were to hook up with. But the truth was cynical and absolute: if a man drove a multi-million yuan supercar with one hand and casually bought a five-figure dinner with the other, he could roam freely over a woman's body all night long without a shred of resistance. Of course, this absolute law only applied to gold-diggers willing to get into the car. It didn't work on women immune to capital.
"You... you own properties here, Mr. Li? Which ones?" Fan Shengmei gasped, her greed momentarily overriding the embarrassment of his heavy hand. Her ultimate, desperate dream was to own a single apartment in Shanghai.
"Ah... 1803, 2202, 2302, 2401... and a few others. I honestly forget the rest," Adrian lied smoothly, scratching his chin as if trying to recall pocket change.
In reality, he only owned two massive units in the entire Ode to Joy complex: 2202 and 2302. The others were pure fabrication. However, the absolute highest level of manipulation is nine parts truth and one part lie. With two genuine deeds as a foundation, no one would dare question his claims.
"Wait... 2202? Mr. Li, are you... Adrian Li?" Fan Shengmei gasped, her jaw dropping in sheer, unadulterated shock.
Every single month, she transferred her exorbitant rent directly into his bank account. She only knew the landlord's name on the digital ledger; she had never actually seen his face. She had heard rumors that her landlord was a reclusive, extremely wealthy second-generation heir, but she hadn't even possessed his phone number. To literally crash into him today? She felt like her luck had absolutely exploded into the stratosphere.
"And who might you be?" Adrian asked, feigning aristocratic surprise.
"I am Xiaomei! I am the one who transfers the rent for 2202 to your Alipay every month!" she squealed excitedly.
"Ah! I remember now. No wonder you looked so incredibly familiar the moment I saw you," Adrian smiled, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.
"What an absolute coincidence, Mr. Li! I never imagined we technically knew each other for so long!" Fan Shengmei laughed coquettishly, entirely ignoring the heavy hand that was still aggressively kneading her ass. "Since you are already here, Mr. Li, why don't you come upstairs and have a seat?"
Originally, she hadn't planned to invite him upstairs at all. This 'Mr. Li' was clearly a ruthless, impatient predator. If he continued his aggressive, unwanted advances inside the apartment, she would completely lose face in front of her roommates. But now that he was revealed to be her actual billionaire landlord? How could she possibly refuse him entry into his own property?
"Then I will gladly accept your gracious offer," Adrian smiled darkly. He had assumed his hunt was over for the night, but the stupid prey had just opened the cage door for him.
The two rode the elevator up to the 22nd floor. The instant the heavy metal doors slid open, a deafening, thumping bass line assaulted their ears.
"Who on earth is making such a horrific racket so late at night?" Fan Shengmei frowned, genuine surprise crossing her features. It was nearing eleven o'clock. Why was it so obnoxiously loud?
She glared down the hall. The booming noise was bleeding directly from unit 2203. Both 2201 and 2203 had been under heavy construction all month. She had only discovered that morning that someone might be moving into 2201, but she certainly hadn't expected a tenant to move into 2203 tonight of all nights. Seriously, who moves into a freshly painted, chemical-smelling apartment on day one? Weren't they terrified of formaldehyde poisoning?
As soon as Fan Shengmei unlocked the door to 2202 and pushed it open, Yingying and Guan Juer—who were sitting miserably on the cheap living room sofa—jumped up.
"Sister Fan! You're finally back—wait, who is this?" Yingying froze, staring wide-eyed at the tall, impeccably dressed man trailing behind her.
"Girls, this is Mr. Li. He is actually our landlord!" Fan Shengmei hurriedly introduced him, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Mr. Li, this is Guan Juer, and this is Qiu Yingying. All three of us are your humble tenants!"
"It is an absolute pleasure to meet you both," Adrian nodded, offering them a charming, aristocratic smile.
'That is right,' he mused darkly, his predatory gaze sweeping over the two naive girls. 'You are my tenants now, but you will absolutely be my bed-guests later.'
While it was undeniably true that these two girls lacked the heavy, luscious curves of Fan Shengmei, he wouldn't be too disgusted to use them. After all, points were points.
"What on earth is going on next door?" Adrian asked, glancing at the shared wall. Because the drywall was incredibly thin, the booming bass made the living room vibrate like a cheap karaoke bar.
"A spoiled, rich girl moved in next door today, and she's throwing a massive nightclub party! It is past eleven o'clock and she still isn't resting! How the hell am I supposed to get any sleep?!" Yingying covered her ears, her voice pitching into a hysterical whine.
"She is right. I have a mandatory remote corporate meeting early tomorrow morning," Guan Juer added, pushing her glasses up with a deeply troubled, exhausted expression.
Fan Shengmei, however, sat rigidly upright on the sofa, her face flushed and absolutely not daring to move an inch. Adrian had casually sat down right beside her, and beneath the concealment of her designer coat, his heavy hand had immediately slid right back onto her thigh.
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