Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

This ambiguous trace deeply stimulated his pupils, and a feeling of heat spread through his heart once again.

Si Tingye swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbing as images of the two of them entwined in each other's arms played in his mind.

To be honest, this feeling didn't seem too bad to him; it was even somewhat delicious.

The whole night, from passive to active.

This woman was like a poppy, addictive to him.

Shang Xi's words couldn't be more straightforward.

A woman who is greedy for money and wants to use her beauty to climb the social ladder is the least threatening.

In the past, Si Tingye would probably have shot her long ago, but this time...

"Want to be my woman?"

"Yes."

Si Tingye calmly withdrew his gaze, then picked up the antique-style telephone from the wooden shelf beside him, gently turned the dial, and dialed a number.

It seemed like only a second had passed before the call was answered.

"gentlemen."

"Come up here to see me immediately."

"Yes."

"And bring up a complete set of women's clothes, from the inside out."

"..." The person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback, and after a long while, they reacted and asked, "Sir, what is the size...?"

"What do you think is the sexiest body type?"

As the phone call ended, Shang Xi's face turned bright red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Knowing that someone would be coming soon, she bent down, picked up the nightgown she had personally ripped off and thrown on the ground the night before, and quickly wrapped it around herself, leaving only her pair of fair and delicate feet exposed.

Seeing her graceful figure revealed by this dramatic movement, Si Tingye's eyes darkened.

To conceal the inexplicable emotions in his eyes, he reached for a wooden glasses case next to the telephone, took out gold-rimmed glasses, and put them on his high nose bridge.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a sharp suit walked into the bedroom without looking to the side.

He was carrying a paper bag and stood beside Si Tingye, respectfully saying, "Sir."

Si Tingye responded indifferently, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, looking up at him, "Yin Xiu, someone entered this room last night, didn't you know?"

The man in the suit, who was called Yin Xiu, turned pale upon hearing this.

From the phone call he received and the instructions his husband gave him, plus the scene he caught in the corner of his eye when he entered the room, he guessed what had happened here last night and knew that he had failed in his duty.

At the same time, he sighed that it was fortunate that only a harmless woman had come in; if it had been someone else... the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Yin Xiu subconsciously prepared to take out the gun tucked in his waistband, intending to punish himself, but Si Tingye raised his hand to interrupt him, "Put the things down and wait for me outside."

"Yes."

After Yin Xiu left, he closed the door behind him.

The bedroom was once again filled with an awkward silence.

A moment later, Si Tingye stood up and strode into the dressing room.

When he came out again, he was no longer dressed casually and lazily as before.

A pair of shiny black men's leather shoes and a striped suit in the same color scheme, which looked very sophisticated and meticulously made. The only special thing was the white shirt he was wearing underneath and the neatly folded dark red handkerchief in his breast pocket.

Most shockingly, he was wearing white gloves on both hands.

His clothes were spotless, and he exuded a cold and aloof aristocratic air.