Why was Chu Yao unhappy? Because opposites attract, of course.
At her most desperate moment, Fang Ming was like a beam of light shining into her life from the darkness.
The two were of similar age, and Fang Ming wasn't bad-looking. It was impossible for her to have absolutely no feelings for him.
Even if they hadn't known each other long and her feelings weren't that intense, Chen Qian's appearance was enough to make her feel depressed for a long time.
When Fang Ming found an opportunity to ask her using his '.' identity, Chu Yao didn't tell the truth, only saying it was her first time traveling far from home and she was feeling a bit out of sorts.
Fang Ming hadn't been in many relationships, so naturally, it didn't occur to him that after only meeting a few times, Chu Yao had already developed feelings for him.
Fortunately, after their conversation, Chu Yao's state of mind clearly improved. On the surface, no flaws could be seen; otherwise, the Soldier King would have continued nagging.
Over the next few days, following Fang Ming's instructions, Chu Yao did nothing except stay near the airport for an hour at exactly eight o'clock every evening.
The rest of the time, she ate and enjoyed herself as she pleased.
While Fang Ming accompanied everyone on their travels, he also kept an eye on the Lu family's movements. Originally, Fang Ming thought his next task would just be waiting for the outcome of the Ye Nuannuan incident, but fate is sometimes just that mysterious.
Three days later, around eight o'clock in the evening, inside a restaurant called 'Green Rhyme Pavilion'.
This was a private kitchen hidden in the busy city that ordinary people couldn't afford. Chen Qian had heard about it from somewhere and wanted to give it a try.
Fang Ming hadn't tried it either, so he didn't refuse.
Shortly after everyone entered the private room on the third floor, Fang Ming let them order while he went to the restroom first.
At the same time, in a private room named 'Elegant Ode' on the same floor, Shen Wanyin was accompanying a group of rich second-generation heirs in drinking.
Shen Wanyin was thirty-two years old this year. She wore a dark green silk qipao with a slit that went up to mid-thigh, revealing a section of her calf that was as delicate and smooth as white porcelain.
Her jet-black long hair was simply tied up with a white jade hairpin. Her entire being exuded a sense of mature beauty, yet she also possessed a cold elegance that kept people at a distance.
"Young Master Zhou... after this glass of wine, can the final payment for my company be settled?"
Shen Wanyin's voice carried a hint of a tremble. Even though she tried her best to remain dignified, her eyes—usually clear and calm—were now clouded with a hazy mist.
At the head of the table, Zhou Zihao was leaning back carelessly against the rosewood chair.
Holding a wine glass in his right hand, he revealed the million-dollar Richard Mille on his wrist. His entire person radiated a cynical and playboy-like aura.
"Wanyin, don't be in such a hurry,"
Zhou Zihao's gaze wandered unscrupulously over Shen Wanyin's exquisite curves. "The reason we didn't pay the balance before was because a few projects were delayed. Now that the funds are back, I definitely won't cheat you. Come, have a few drinks with us first."
After saying this, he ignored Shen Wanyin and turned his gaze toward the others.
"Xiaobo, I heard that kid Lu Chenzhou hasn't been released yet?"
A young man next to him with dyed grey hair swirled his wine glass and suddenly chuckled. "The Lu family really lost a lot of face this time. I heard from my dad that the old man Lu Zhengnan found a driver to take the fall in order to protect his only son. They're saying the driver went crazy after drinking and did that in the basement, and that Lu Chenzhou knew nothing about it."
"However... the victim won't budge, and Xing Tie's side is holding on tight. He'll probably have to lose a layer of skin before he can get out."
"Heh, Lu Chenzhou was playing too wild. It's normal for him to crash and burn."
Zhou Zihao gave a disdainful sneer and refilled the glass in front of Shen Wanyin.
"If you ask me, we're not short of money. Is there any need to waste so much energy on a woman? Wouldn't it be better to just throw money at her until she lies down? Don't you agree, Wanyin?"
Shen Wanyin felt her whole body burning up. That heat didn't come from the room temperature; it was a dry heat radiating from deep within her bones.
Her heart was beating incredibly fast. Every thud against her chest made her feel a wave of dizziness, and even her vision began to overlap.
"What Young Master Zhou said is correct. About the final payment..."
"I said, don't be in a hurry!"
"Since Young Master Zhou isn't ready today, we'll talk another day."
Shen Wanyin sensed something was wrong and didn't want to stay any longer. She stuffed the contract into her bag and stood up while supporting herself on the corner of the table.
A wave of dizziness hit her brain. Her rounded thighs beneath the qipao pressed against the edge of the table, creating an alluring curve.
She bit the tip of her tongue, relying on the pain and the slight metallic taste of blood to stimulate her as she forced herself to walk toward the door.
"Eh? Wanyin, leaving already?"
Zhou Zihao stood up unhurriedly and blocked the door in a few steps, reaching out to grab Shen Wanyin's delicate wrist.
"You can't even wait two minutes??"
His hand was very hot. When it touched Shen Wanyin's equally feverish skin, it triggered a physiological shudder throughout her body.
"Let go... let go of me..."
Shen Wanyin wanted to get angry, but her body was too weak, and her voice became soft. To Zhou Zihao's ears, it was no different from a cat's meow for affection.
"Let go?" Zhou Zihao sneered. "You guys keep drinking. I'll help her back to the room to rest."
...At the same time, Fang Ming finished washing his hands and shook off the water droplets.
He had been pestered by Chen Qian tonight until he had no choice but to agree to bring everyone here for a good meal. As soon as he walked out of the restroom, he saw a figure in dark green being held tightly by a young man.
"Good heavens, this woman... she's top-tier."
Fang Ming subconsciously stopped and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
As Qin Xiao's subordinate, he had seen plenty of beautiful women, but the mature and intellectual 'big sister' aura of the woman before him struck him right in the heart.
Even from several meters away, he could feel the sense of desperate yet alluring struggle coming from her.
He subconsciously connected his consciousness to the Chat Group, aimed it at the scene of the struggle nearby, and recorded a ten-second video to post in the group.
Sharing daily life was something the people in the Chat Group enjoyed doing.
Using his eyes as a camera was a function Fang Ming had discovered later. Ye Nuannuan had already used this function, and the quality was even higher than a high-definition camera.
[Nameless Guide]: "Encountered a stunning mature beauty at the Green Rhyme Pavilion in Yanjing. Looks like she's had too much to drink and is being harassed by a rich second-generation heir. That charm, tsk tsk. Young people these days really don't know how to cherish a beauty. I guess another flower is going to be ruined tonight."
Fang Ming's tone was very calm, even carrying the teasing air of a bystander.
Although the woman perfectly suited his aesthetic, this was Yanjing, and he had no intention of offending the local elite for the sake of a stranger.
However, as soon as this message was sent, the members of the group began to speak up one after another.
[Soldier King Lone Wolf]: "This woman... this aura, tsk tsk!!"
[Peking University]: "This sister looks like she's in a lot of pain. Brother Ming, are you going to save her??"
[Marvelous Doctor of Chinese Medicine]: "Au... Aunt??"
Fang Ming: "..."