In the upper-class society of River City, many see Su Qiaoan as polite and witty in the eyes of her grandparents.
In the eyes of her parents' generation, Su Qiaoan is seen as rebellious and unruly, while her peers view her as arrogant and coquettish.
Hearing all these rumors, Su Qiaoan simply licks her lips and chuckles.
Behind every spoiled woman, there's a man who adores her to the core. She has an omnipotent older brother and thus, she has the capital to be audacious.
No matter how insane, there always seems to be a reason in her eyes, like what she's currently doing.
The Dynasty has emperors, River City has the Zhan family.
Su Qiaoan's fingertips stroke over the handsome face of the man in the magazine. Her tongue touches the inside of her mouth, eyes gleaming with mirth.
Her finger pauses, resting on the man's adam's apple. After a gentle tap, she casually throws the magazine into the trash bin.
"Let's begin."
She dials a number and slowly applies lipstick in front of a large dressing mirror.
Wearing a fiery red strapless mini dress and retro lipstick, a red spider lily tattoo on her chest appears exceptionally enchanting.
Her curly hair, casually flung to one side, and her raised lips reveal an inherent laziness and allure.
Wearing oversized black sunglasses, she heads out in a limited edition Maserati from her villa.
One hand rests on the open car window, the other skillfully steering the wheel. With narrowed eyes, Su Qiaoan calculates the time.
Ten minutes, from Shallow Bay to Imperial Hotel. It's more than enough.
The dusky night set in, and the wristwatch accurately struck seven-forty. Su Qiaoan's car halted in front of the Imperial Court Hotel entrance.
She lifted her hand to remove her sunglasses, looking up at the most bustling hotel in Sichuan city.
Corners of her lips slightly contracted, she strode into the hotel in her high heels, taking the elevator directly to the fifty-second floor.
A text notification came from her phone. She gazed at the words "Ready to proceed" on the screen, a hint of a smile flashed in her almond eyes.
She clutched her limited Hermes handbag tighter, leaning against the cold elevator wall. She exhaled slowly, ran her fingers through her messy hair by her reflection in the mirrored wall before stepping out of the elevator.
The 5257 room was adjacent to 5256; Su Qiaoan raised her eyes to glance at 5257 and then positioned herself in front of 5256.
She knocked on the door before her. Quietness ensued, Su Qiaoan started a mental count: one, two, three...
After a count of ten, the doors of both rooms swung open simultaneously.
Su Qiaoan's lips curled into an almost invisible smirk, and she promptly landed a slap on the man who opened the door.
The man who was struck looked stupefied before he instantly darkened his face and shouted in icy anger, "Su Qiaoan, are you out of your mind?"
Her perfect smile induced a soft chuckle. Su Qiaoan scrutinized the man in front of her, with her light-hearted demeanor, and calm words.
"Catching a cheater on our hundredth day anniversary, I didn't want to. A used man disgusts me more than a rotting corpse. Scumbags should stick with prostitutes. We're done. I wish you and your lotus girl a happily-ever-after."
Her statement sent a wave of embarrassment across the man's face; his fists clenched rigidly at his side. He took heavy breaths, his eyes flashing coldly, as if enraged but mysteriously restrained.
Su Qiaoan scornfully sneered, casting a glance at the woman who followed him out.
Her clothes disheveled, she bit her lip slightly, two tear drops hung on her lashes, looking pitifully adorable, enough to evoke sympathy.
Suzanne Chaoan didn't want to hear those words asking for sincere love. She turned her head to look at the man who walked out of Room 5257 and stood at the door, appearing to enjoy the spectacle; he was haughty and unruly.
"Mr. Zhan, aren't you going to pay for the show?"
Zhan Ye Cheng's deep eyes were serene and unwavering. He seemed to be ignoring her words, just staring at her. His flawless face was sparing of any superfluous expressions.
Suzanne Chaoan gathered her composure, subtly licked the corner of her lips, and moved with her slender waist and long, straight legs.
Her supple hand gently touched the impeccably neat collar of his suit, slowly moving like playing piano to the back of his neck.
Raising her other hand to encircle his neck, she leaned closer and whispered softly, "Are you alone?"
