Inside the opulent Lu Ya Hart Hotel, a luxurious private room is lit with a particularly dazzling chandelier that commands the attention of every eye.
In Luo Xiaoli's vision, the foreign wine is continuously served, and the people shift in and out of focus from her sight, seemingly floating into shadows. Even in this condition, she digs out the printed design manuscript from her bag, believing it would be a waste if she couldn’t secure an investment today.
"Mr. Liu, this is our design project. Please do consider it.” Despite her intoxicated state, Luo Xiaoli manages to hand the design manuscript over.
The pot-bellied man in his fifties, lounging in the middle of the couch, barely glances at the manuscript Luo Xiaoli presents to him. He casually flips through it and tosses it to the corner of the sofa, turning his lascivious gaze towards Luo Xiaoli.
“No rush, no rush, Miss Luo, come, have another drink to celebrate!” He pours the rest of his drink, finishes it in one gulp, and continues to leer at her.
Luo Xiaoli looks at the full glass of foreign wine in her hand, furrows her brows tight, and tips it back to drink.
After a few glasses, Luo Xiaoli presses Mr. Liu to look at the design manuscript again, but her head suddenly feels heavy. She slumps onto the table.
Seeing the situation, the guests accompanying them at the table begin to say their goodbyes to Mr. Liu and leave, chuckling with ambiguous intent. Before long, only Luo Xiaoli and Mr. Liu are left at the table.
“Mr. Zhang, please take a look at the design...” Luo Xiaoli mumbles in a drunken haze. The design manuscript is really important.
Upon hearing her words, Mr. Liu dismissively glances at the colourfully adorned design manuscript, his lips curling in derision as he tentatively pulls Luo Xiaoli from the table. A waiter tactfully informs him, "Mr. Liu, the suite upstairs has been prepared for you," before leading the way.
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“Master, here is all the information about Xiao Corporation. Please take a look and let me know if there are any issues so we can proceed.”
In the darkness, a humble-looking Lamborghini is parked on the side of the hotel. A few bodyguards stand respectfully aside. The man elegantly steps out from the back seat wearing a pristine, bespoke suit. His long hands reach for the not-so-thin document handed to him. A mischievous smirk plays on the corner of his lips as the night's cool breeze gently brushes the edges of his suit, an image of sophistication and poise.
The deep voice, clear yet resonant, said, "Half a month."
"In ten days at most, we should be able to acquire it," stated Zhuo Ya on the side, brimming with confidence about this acquisition.
"If you run again, I'll break your legs, stop right there!"
Luo Xiaoluo watched as the man in the security uniform from behind got closer and closer to her. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Due to running too fast, the heels of her shoes snapped unexpectedly with a "crack." Panic hung in her eyes as a dark shadow flashed in front of her, followed by her head hitting the cold ground.
In the blink of an eye, the security guard caught up to her, panting heavily while pointing at Luo Xiaoluo, "Let's see you run now!"
Feeling the evident threat, Luo Xiaoluo didn't have time to consider anything. She only knew that her situation was now extremely dire. After a brief moment of thought, she decisively hugged the man's leg in front of her, "Sir, save me!" Although her voice was muffled, her plea entered Xing Nanfeng's ears word for word.
Under the faint glow of the street lamps, she was clearly seen. She was dressed in a fairly conservative suit paired with dangerously high heels, one of which was now defective. Her skin looked especially pale under the dim light.
Luo Xiaoluo's black hair spread out on the ground, her eyes pleading desperately.
Xing Nanfeng could feel the woman's trembling. A small patch of her black suit was torn at the shoulder, revealing her exceptionally white skin. He didn't take his eyes off her.
The security guard, unsure about the identity of the man in front of him, could only stand still, not daring to approach.
The butler, Zhuo Ya, standing next to Xing Nanfeng knew his young master didn't like being touched. He was about to pull away the woman, but then saw his young master squat down. He looked at the disheveled woman with tranquil eyes, a playful smirk slowly creeping upon his face. His sharply chiseled side profile was imprinted in Luo Xiaoluo's pupils.
"What do you want?" Luo Xiaolu tried to control the trembling in her voice, forcing herself to stay awake.
"What's in it for me if I save you?" A seductive yet low voice sounded amidst the noisy traffic, plunging Luo Xiaolu into hell in a split second.
She had nothing.
"What do you want?" Hesitating for a moment, Luo Xiaolu still found the courage to speak. The man in front of her clearly was not someone to be messed with, but under the current circumstances, there was no room to delay. Her head felt heavier and heavier, as if she would fall asleep at any moment.
"What can you give me?" Seeing the woman’s hesitation, Xing Nanfeng suddenly became interested.
"I will give you everything I have." Without thinking, Luo Xiaolu felt herself suddenly enveloped in a sturdy embrace, Xing Nanfeng’s firm chest pressed against her head.
He put her in the Lamborghini and sat in after her. Just before he closed the door, the butler, Zhuo Yaqing, heard the young master's voice clearly.
"Take care of the rest." With that, the Lamborghini broke through the night and headed forward.
Inside the car, Xing Nanfeng looked at the woman slumped in the seat, her black hair soft and loose on the rear leather seat. Under her inky eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed. Her cherry mouth moved unconsciously under the alcohol's influence, and the tension that was originally on her face now completely relaxed.
Xing Nanfeng suddenly pulled her petite and soft body into his arms.
Outside the car window, the neon lights of the city continuously reflected on their faces. Unconsciously, Xing Nanfeng felt his shirt button being pulled. He looked down as his pupils dilated.
Her cheeks were even redder than before, and her breathing became unintentionally rapid. She was feeling uncomfortable and kept pulling at Xing Nanfeng's shirt.
"Have you been drugged?" Seeing the woman's abnormal condition, Xing Nanfeng's eyebrows furrowed. It seemed that she had not only drunk alcohol just now, there might have been something else in her drink.
"Drive faster." As he gave this command, the temperature inside the car suddenly dropped a few degrees. The driver, trembling, increased his speed, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.
The woman in his arms couldn't keep her hand still, her pale face constantly rubbing against his chest. He felt a wave of heat beneath him.