In the city of B, within the Shen family's villa estate.
In the lavish European-styled mansion, sunlight was tracing through the gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows, casting its light upon the impeccably clean marble floors.
Song Qinghao, clad in a slightly worn-out athletic jacket and faded jeans, was nervously carrying a carton box following behind a sharply dressed butler.
Beneath her bright yellow baseball cap, her spirited, wide eyes were carefully observing everything around her.
The butler led Song Qinghao to a finely carved wooden door and said, "The young master is in here, you can knock and enter on your own."
As the butler turned away, Song Qinghao raised her hand to knock on the door. "Hello, sir, there's a package for you. Can you please open the door and sign off on it?"
Five seconds later, the door was abruptly yanked open, a man's figure appeared behind the door.
The man was about 1.85 meters tall, his bespoke suit, the cufflinks on his sleeves shining with the glow of pure gold. It was clear from a glance that they were costly, fitting perfectly with his status.
Through the crack of the door, Song Qinghao observed the man appeared to have a very volatile temper, but it couldn’t hide the fact that he was very handsome. His facial features were deeply-set, with piercing eyes and prominent eyebrows. He was so intently staring at Song Qinghao that it felt as if there was a giant black hole in his gaze, making it impossible for anyone to look away from him.
Song Qinghao was taken aback and stammered, "You have a parcel..."
"I'm sorry, but I never shop online!" The man coldly glanced at her, ready to close the door.
"Uh... wait!” Song Qinghao quickly intervened, propping the door open with her hand. She quickly peeked inside and indeed saw Shen Muchuan's rumored girlfriend as well. She immediately loudly said, "Impossible! Don't you often buy goods for men from our shop? I've delivered to you several times already!"
The man froze. His volatile gaze abruptly fixed on her, as if he was staring at prey. He angrily retorted, "When did I ever buy anything from your shop?"
Song Qinghao seriously checked her records and said, "Like last time, you purchased men's discipline accessories such as a small leather whip, among other things..."
"I never bought anything from your shop, let alone items of that nature!" The man was furious and abruptly slammed the door shut.
Song Qinghao was given the cold shoulder, but she still didn't give up. She continued to knock on the door, shouting loudly, "Mr. Shen! If you no longer want it, please return it. Please don't give me a bad review at will!"
After a while of shouting, Song Qinghao laughed and cheerfully left carrying the box.
Her mission was complete, and it had gone quite well too!
Confidence shone on Song Qinghao's face, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, the door behind her opened once more. A pair of large hands dragged her into the room like picking up a small chick.
"Ah—let me go!"
Song Qinghao screamed, and then she felt as if the world was spinning around her. She was picked up and carried off into the room, with her delivery box falling to the floor, revealing a pile of embarrassing personal items.
Song Qinghao, who was unstable, quickly held onto the man's neck. On looking at him, she saw Shen Muchuan's cold yet handsome face.
He sat on the sofa beside the bed and placed her on his lap.
The situation suddenly became strange. She was red-faced and flustered, utterly at a loss.
There Shen Muchuan sat, on the sofa, with Song Qinghao on his lap, her hands wrapped around his neck in an intimate pose.
She immediately tried to remove her hands, but Shen Muchuan frowned and forced her to continue holding on.
Even through the clothing, she could feel the man's muscular body. His warm breath and the woody scent of his perfume made her blush in embarrassment.
This position was too shameful!
"Sorry, Siqi, my current girlfriend loves acting. She often plays various roles to improve her acting skills. Have we scared you?" Shen Muchuan calmly said, looking at Wei Siqi who was sitting quietly across from him.
For a moment, the atmosphere was odd.
Her heart pounding, Song Qinghao nervously gazed at the delicate faced woman sitting on the sofa across the coffee table. Wei Siqi, a talented Harvard student, had a cool demeanor, exuding a sense of superiority that was hard to put into words.