The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Su Xiaorong was born into a wealthy family; her family was truly rich.

It is said that his family is in charge of the national rare earth project, which involves various high-tech metallurgical projects, making them extremely wealthy.

She and Liang Liangwei started the studio purely out of hobby, and in fact, they earned less than the allowance their families gave them. But she still enjoyed it and felt that what she earned was more valuable.

Since it was a birthday celebration, the main thing was to have fun, so no expense was spared in choosing this top-tier members-only leisure club in Huacheng, and the guests were all from the wealthy second-generation circle in Huacheng.

This club requires a one-time top-up of one million yuan to use its membership card, and a single private room costs hundreds of thousands of yuan per visit.

This wasn't Liang Liangwei's first time here; she was quite familiar with the place.

After parking the car, I picked up my bag and walked to the gate, showed my membership card to the security guard, and entered smoothly.

We found the private room, pushed the door open, and went inside. There were already quite a few people inside.

The young men and women who were chatting stopped talking and looked towards the door. Some she knew and some she didn't, all of them looked at her with amazement.

Su Xiaorong stood up and walked towards her, smiling as she said, "Weiwei's here?"

Liang Liangwei smiled and handed her the gift: "Happy birthday~"

Su Xiaorong happily accepted it and hugged her: "Thank you~"

Then he took her arm and introduced her to the people present.

Among them were socialites and heiresses who had long collaborated with the studio, whom Liang Liangwei also knew and had greeted.

They were all young people who loved excitement, and soon, even strangers started chatting and became acquainted.

Liang Liangwei sat down next to Su Xiaorong and asked, "Nannan hasn't arrived yet?"

Su Xiaorong: "They said something came up and they'll be late."

Liang Liangwei nodded and took a sip of her wine.

She has a low alcohol tolerance and only ordered low-alcohol cocktails, sipping them slowly.

A man approached, carrying an unopened bottle of wine. He looked her up and down and smiled, "Weiwei, may I call you Weiwei? You have a beautiful name and you're pretty too. It's nice to meet you."

Liang Liangwei frowned slightly and said, "Sorry, I don't like people I'm not very familiar with calling me by my nickname."

"Oh, so that's your nickname. It's okay if we're not familiar yet, we'll get to know each other quickly. My surname is Sun, you can just call me Achao, Chao from Superman, isn't that cool, haha?"

Liang Liangwei twitched her lips but didn't respond.

Sun Chao opened the bottle himself and said, "The cocktails are too weak and have no flavor. Try mine."

Liang Liangwei said restrainedly, "I like cocktails and don't want to drink anything else."

Sun Chao ignored her polite refusal, poured half a glass of wine into an empty glass, and handed it to her: "Here, try this, I guarantee you'll like it—"

Liang Liangwei frowned and moved to the side, but the other person followed without any sense of distance.

During the scuffle, a yellowish-brown liquid spilled from the rim of the cup and landed on Liang Liangwei's coat.

"What are you doing!" Liang Liangwei stood up angrily, put down her cup, and looked at her new coat with agitation.

"What's wrong?" Su Xiaorong looked over and noticed the stains on her clothes. She quickly grabbed some tissues and started wiping her. "Are you alright?"

Not wanting to spoil her birthday party, Liang Liangwei shook her head and said softly, "It's okay."

Everyone looked over. Sun Chao was a little embarrassed and stammered, "I didn't mean to."

Liang Liangwei ignored her and said to Su Xiaorong, "I'm going to the restroom to clean up again."

Su Xiaorong: "Do you want me to come with you?"

Liang Liangwei: "No need, Nannan hasn't arrived yet. If she comes and doesn't see you, she'll think she's gone to the wrong place."

She walked out of the private room alone and headed towards the restroom.

After cleaning the stains and touching up her makeup in the bathroom, she slowly washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror.

Although the cocktail had a low alcohol content, it was still alcohol, and her eyes and cheeks were already slightly flushed.

Thankfully, my mind is still clear.

She walked out of the restroom and headed towards the private room.

There was a small garden on the right in front of her. She had seen it when she arrived. It was a very quiet place with good privacy, so she thought she would go there for some fresh air.

The small garden was filled with potted plants, their flowers in full bloom and the greenery lush. She leaned against the wall and gently exhaled.

Actually, I've been in a bad mood all day. Even though I tried to ignore it for half a day, it felt like there was a thorn stuck in my heart, and it hurt terribly.

This was the first time she had ever liked a man so much that she was willing to take the initiative to pursue him. Even though she could clearly see that he was responding, reality slapped her in the face again.

Everything has returned to square one.

Really, I'm very unwilling.

Even if you're going to reject her, at least give her a reason, right?

He just silently lets his assistant get rid of her; that doesn't seem like a man at all!

"Really, he's not like a man at all!" she snorted, picking off an unsightly yellow leaf and twirling it between her fingers.

Suddenly, a faint smell of tobacco wafted from behind.

A thought struck her, and as if sensing something, she suddenly turned around.

The man standing at the entrance to the small garden was none other than Yan Zhixu, whom she had been criticizing.

He had a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth, one hand in his pocket, and a Lipper lighter in the other, with wisps of smoke curling from his lips.

His handsome face, shrouded in mist, froze slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her, seemingly surprised to see her here.

Liang Liangwei pursed her lips. The humiliation of being asked to leave by the assistant at noon surged into her heart again, making her very angry. She didn't want to talk to him now!

She looked away, raised her head, and walked straight to his side without glancing at him.

But as they passed each other, she heard a man's deep voice: "Have you been drinking?"

She stopped in her tracks, and upon hearing his words, a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Composing herself, she suddenly swayed to the side.

Seeing that she was unsteady, Yan Zhixu instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist, while taking the cigarette from his lips and throwing it into the flowerpot.

Looking down at her, the woman's eyes were moist, and her delicate skin was flushed with an alluring blush. She was truly captivating, her eyes sparkling with desire and arousing one's imagination.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, and his voice was low and hoarse: "How much did you drink?"

Liang Liangwei raised her small face and glared at him stubbornly, saying fiercely, "What's it to you!"

Her tone was angry, but the alcohol made it soft and alluring.

Hearing this, Yan Zhixu knew she was still bothered by what happened at noon. She looked at her with a complicated expression, unsure of what to do with her.

"Who did you come with?" he asked gently, trying to soothe her.

Liang Liangwei pursed her lips: "Men."

"The man you described who doesn't act like a man?" He raised an eyebrow. "Bei'an?"

Liang Liangwei was slightly taken aback; it turned out that he had overheard her complaints.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she replied, "No."

Yan Zhixu: "There are other men? Who?"

Liang Liangwei: "Whoever answers, answers!"

Yan Zhixu curled her lips: "Whoever answers is not a man? Am I not a man?"

Liang Liangwei remained silent, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, clearly acknowledging—it was you!

Yan Zhixu chuckled: "Does responding make you seem less manly? What kind of logic is that? Come on, stand up straight, you'll get tired like that."

Liang Liangwei's legs suddenly went even weaker, almost causing her to float in the air. She let out a soft cry, clinging tightly to his hand, a little aggrieved: "I can't stand..."

Yan Zhixu loosened his grip, holding her even tighter, and frowned: "How much did you drink?"

Liang Liangwei bit her lower lip: "I can't remember."

Helpless, Yan Zhixu leaned forward slightly, picked the person up by the waist, and strode back to the small garden.

Liang Liangwei instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him with wide eyes.

Princess hug!

What a pleasant surprise!

The man looked down at her; they were very close, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling.

At this moment, she felt that everything else was superfluous, and that the world should only consist of him and her!

Unfortunately, the garden wasn't very big, and he had already placed her on the bench after only a few steps.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were a fragile doll.

After making sure she was seated securely, he was still worried. He put one hand on her shoulder to prevent her from slipping to the side, and with the other hand, he took out his phone, glanced down at her, and tapped to dial a number.

She glanced at it; the name on the screen was "Bei'an".