The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Su Qingyao hugged the baby's breath tightly in her arms, feeling somewhat helpless, and stood at the door of the private room looking inside.

Her gaze swept quickly across the crowd, and seeing that the figures moving around were mostly girls, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

The dim, ambiguous light continued to flicker, and several scantily clad, sexy figures with hot bodies appeared in Su Qingyao's line of sight, making her heart skip a beat.

This atmosphere made her instinctively feel uneasy and repulsed.

She clutched the bouquet tightly and turned to leave.

"Little sister, who are you looking for?"

Just then, a clear and pleasant female voice rang out at the perfect moment, gently stopping her from retreating.

Su Qingyao turned around at the sound and saw a bright and cheerful girl with a kind look in her eyes, which eased the uncomfortable atmosphere around her.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out her phone and handed the photo to the other person, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Sister, do you know him?"

Wen Zhaoyue glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Wen Yu, I know him."

She turned to the side and pointed to the deepest corner of the private room, "There it is."

Su Qingyao looked in the direction she was pointing.

The first thing that catches the eye is that short, silver-gray hair, which is still incredibly striking even in the dim light.

The man sat alone on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, completely out of place with the surrounding noise.

Noticing Su Qingyao's timid yet inquisitive gaze, his eyes slowly swept over her.

At the same time, the speaker in the center of the private room suddenly blared, and the powerful drumbeats instantly filled the entire space, making everyone's scalp tingle.

Light and shadow intertwine, sound and color create a mesmerizing effect.

Their eyes met, separated by the bustling crowd and the clamor of the noise.

They met suddenly.

Su Qingyao felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by something, then suddenly released, beating rapidly and erratically, frighteningly fast.

The absurd and chaotic fragments of her dream almost overlapped with the gray-haired boy in front of her at this moment.

Su Qingyao's heart tightened inexplicably, and she had an inexplicable, almost absurd premonition.

She hurriedly looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

The air was filled with a cloying mix of perfume and tobacco and alcohol, which was somewhat pungent but also helped clear her head a bit.

We've come this far; only one last step remains.

Send flowers, leave, it's that simple.

If she refuses to accept it, she can still get 2,500 yuan.

That's all for tonight.

She nodded to the girl who kindly gave her directions and gave her a grateful smile.

Then, clutching the bouquet of baby's breath tightly in his arms, he strode toward the figure in the corner.

Wen Yu stared blankly as Su Qingyao walked towards him.

She walked through the shimmering, hazy light and shadow, each step falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat; the scene was so beautiful, like the prelude to a confession he dared not even dream of.

When she stood in front of him, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

A faint, unique scent of hers, mixed with a very subtle sweet fragrance, drifted into his nostrils and instantly enveloped him.

Longing, infatuation, yearning...

Countless sharp emotions assaulted his reason, and he felt like he was going crazy.

Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his jawline tightened taut.

He used almost all his self-control to prevent himself from losing control and pulling her into his arms the next second.

Those usually nonchalant peach blossom eyes now seemed to have been splashed with thick ink, their gaze growing increasingly deep, surging with a greedy possessiveness.

Jiang Shubai, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, put his arm around his female companion and spoke with a teasing tone.

"Hey, Young Master Wen, who's this? Aren't you going to introduce him?"

As soon as he said this, several girls around him who had been unable to contain their curiosity started to chime in.

"Yeah, Young Master Wen, he came over with flowers to confess his feelings to you?"

"Your little sister seems quite well-behaved. How do you know our Young Master Wen?"

Faced with probing gazes from all directions, Su Qingyao unconsciously tightened her grip on the flowers, her knuckles turning white.

She lowered her eyelashes, unsure of how to react.

"Shut up."

A deep, cold voice rang out.

Wen Yu finally shifted his gaze from Su Qingyao to the group of people who had started the argument.

"You're disturbing me."

The four simple words silenced the group instantly, and they exchanged knowing yet incredulous glances.

Why would Wen Yu, with his personality, defend a woman?

Jiang Shubai reluctantly took his female companion to drink, protecting her fiercely and not letting her tease him at all.

Wen Yu coughed lightly to suppress the dryness in his throat, and turned his head to look at Su Qingyao, who was extremely tense in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, they're just being sarcastic, they mean no harm."

Meeting those deep, captivating eyes, Su Qingyao's heart pounded wildly. She nodded hastily, "Oh, oh, nothing, nothing."

so cute.

Like a frightened little rabbit, she makes you want to hold her in your arms and devour her whole.

Wen Yu sighed silently in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained the appearance of a virtuous and upright gentleman.

He subtly moved closer to her, his suede scent mixed with a faint smell of alcohol enveloping her aggressively.

Su Qingyao handed over the baby's breath flowers, saying, "Someone sent me to deliver these flowers to you."

Wen Yu stared quietly at her outstretched hand, slender and delicate, and he silently imagined the feeling of holding and playing with it.

Seeing that he didn't intend to take it, Su Qingyao's fingers tightened slightly.

She felt very uncomfortable with the dim lighting and noisy atmosphere. Every second felt like an invisible hand was pulling at her nerves, making her extremely uneasy.

"It's probably something a shy suitor asked me to pass on."

She pushed the bouquet forward a little further, her voice soft yet firm, "You can verify this later."

"Is this your first time in a place like this?"

Wen Yu suddenly changed the subject, his gaze lingering on her face, not missing any subtle changes in her expression.

Su Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded honestly and stubbornly offered the flowers again.

Wen Yu saw the eager look on her face, as if she couldn't wait for him to accept it so she could turn around and run away.

He curled his lips into a smile, then suddenly relaxed and leaned back into the sofa, his posture languid and casual.

"You want me to accept it so you can report back?"

He drawled, a playful glint in his eyes, "Sure, I'll accept it after you add me on WeChat."

Wen Zhaoyue's well-timed guidance and Jiang Shubai's excited gaze while watching the show were all strung together into clear clues in Wen Yu's mind.

A hint of understanding flashed across Wen Yu's eyes, only to be replaced by a deeper darkness.

He stared at the bewildered girl before him, as if admiring a precious prey that had walked right into his trap.

Baby, no matter what, you took the initiative to come here; you were the one who initiated it.

Su Qingyao's eyes were full of resistance.

Even though the man in front of her was impeccably handsome, she still keenly sensed a hint of danger in his smiling, peach-blossom eyes.

She didn't want to add it.