After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 174 Social Death Scene
As night fell, Jiang Shu finished washing up and walked towards the bed wearing a loose-fitting Peter Pan collar nightgown.

Feng Li, dressed in a low-cut white bathrobe, lazily occupied Jiang Shu's bed, idly tapping on his tablet.

The cat skin was left on the bedside table, with half of it tucked under the pillow.

Jiang Shu stood by the bed and glanced at him: "Why haven't you taken off your clothes yet? Don't you want to sleep?"

Feng Li paused for a moment: "My head hurts a little, want me to rub it?"

Jiang Shu stretched out her finger, but Feng Li blocked it: "Sit over here and let me lie in your arms."

Jiang Shu blinked and reflexively asked, "Do you want to imitate that spoiled brat we met today?"

"..." Feng Li's eyes were clear and bright. "I just think it's more comfortable to massage while lying down."

His eyes seemed to sparkle like fireworks, and his lips were exceptionally alluring.

Jiang Shu only stared at him for two seconds before giving up, sitting on the bed and patting her thigh: "Lie down here, you little drama queen."

A smile appeared on Feng Li's face as he lazily lay down, a slight curve to his lips: "My darling smells so good."

"Don't smell it randomly, where does it hurt?"

"These two sides," Feng Li pointed to his temples.

Jiang Shu stretched out her fingers and gently massaged him, not forgetting to scold him: "You're so delicate, you probably caught a chill from driving the sports car today. Remember to roll down the sunroof every time you drive it in the future."

"Ah."

"It's almost 11 o'clock. Go to sleep after you're done massaging. You're not a rebellious teenager anymore. Don't stay up all night playing games on your tablet."

Feng Li thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take off all my clothes and get in bed in a few minutes, and wait for you to take me to sleep?"

"Ah."

Feng Li smiled subtly: "Completely naked...?"

Jiang Shu's eyes widened in confusion for a moment: "Are you out of your mind? When have you never been completely naked?"

Feng Li obediently hummed in agreement: "Tonight I'm your boyfriend, is it okay for you to hold me all night and sleep together?"

“No problem.” Jiang Shu, who loves petting cats, said naturally, “As long as you don’t act up in front of me for no reason, I’m happy to meet your basic needs.”

Feng Li coughed lightly: "Then I want you to caress me all night, is that alright?"

"Sure." Jiang Shu looked at him strangely. "At least nine out of ten nights, aren't you the one who takes the initiative to move around in my arms, begging to be touched, and never stopping all night long?"

Feng Li's eyes shimmered slightly, and he softly hummed in a tender tone.

Jiang Shu rubbed it for another two minutes: "Does it still hurt?"

Feng Li moved his head on her leg, "With my wife here, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Shall we go to sleep?" Jiang Shu pointed to her bathrobe. "Take it off yourselves, hurry up."

Feng Li looked at her quietly for a while: "...Yes. I know you're anxious, and I'm anxious too."

Jiang Shu: "???"

What nonsense is this yandere little drama queen spouting now?
Just then, several coughs of different tones suddenly rang out in the cozy space between the two of them.

And a cautious, fearless plea:
"Your Highness, may we adjourn the meeting?"

Jiang Shu froze!

Feng Li shifted to a more comfortable position on her lap before picking up his tablet again and casually instructing, "Meeting adjourned."

He slowly exited the video conference and then slowly shut down his computer.

Jiang Shu glared at him: "Were you in a meeting just now?"

“Not just now.” Feng Li looked at her innocently, “While you were still in the bathroom, I was already in a meeting…”

"Then why didn't I hear anything when I came out?" "I was just looking at the report that came in from below."

Jiang Shu, enraged and embarrassed, asked, "How many people attended the meeting?"

"Not many, just a few dozen high-ranking officials from the FY conglomerate." Feng Li didn't mention such a trivial matter, as even the FY conglomerate's head, Old Master Feng, was in the conference room.

Jiang Shu looked at him with a deep gaze: "Why didn't you remind me when I just came out?"

“I don’t need to avoid you with anything I do,” Feng Li said matter-of-factly. “Besides, we only talked about everyday things, not those sweet nothings or intimate conversations, so don’t be embarrassed or upset, baby.”

They really only talked about everyday things. But to some uninformed bystanders, it didn't sound like everyday life at all...

Jiang Shu took a deep breath: "Take off my clothes, I'm really in a hurry right now."

Jiang Shu threw a thin blanket over Feng Li, covering him completely.

Feng Li rustled around in bed for a while, then slowly tossed a bathrobe out from the gap in the blankets with her well-defined fingers.

Accompanied by that extremely sexy and provocative voice:

"Accept me, baby."

Jiang Shu's forehead throbbed! With lightning speed, she stuffed him into the leopard cat's space, then roughly tossed the cat out of the bedroom!
Several people in the hall were still awake.

Rong Jingchen, who was mixing red wine, looked at the Bengal cat that had been thrown out in a sorry state and chuckled, "What kind of trouble has this sickly cat gotten itself into this time?"

The leopard cat glanced coldly at the crowd downstairs, then walked with elegant steps, limping, towards its bedroom.

Ning Yunzhan sipped his red wine, lost in thought: "Speaking of which, this young master is the only one in our family who can really stir up all sorts of emotions in our sugar daddy..."

Li Yubai didn't speak, but went through Feng Li's information in his mind again, his expression slightly solemn.

The pampered and arrogant young master of FY is being far too special to Jiang Shu...

Could he be the new master?
Country M.

Grandpa Feng watched his beloved grandson's romantic escapades with barely daring to breathe, and when he left the meeting room, he was trembling with excitement.

The old butler patted his back and said, "Master, please calm down."

"I can't stay calm." Old Master Feng took a deep breath. "Is this still the grandson of mine who avoids women like the plague? Is this still the grandson of whom thousands of the world's top socialites have spent years trying to win over without even touching his hand?"

"Master, it seems that letting the young master go to China was the right thing to do."

"That's absolutely right!" Old Master Feng's eyes were filled with tears of joy. "He looks much better now, and he and his girlfriend are all lovey-dovey. Maybe next year I'll be able to hold my great-grandchild..."

The following afternoon, the micro-drama club.

Nie Dingyi and the others stared dejectedly at the door.

"Will she come back?" Zhang Tian rubbed his nose. "Otherwise, let's not mess with her anymore. We have so many dreams in life, and we don't have to be directors. Let's just call it a day or two?"

Nie Dingyi said in frustration, "We were able to make masterpieces like 'Song of Time' and 'Cicada's Song' two years ago, and we can do it again now. I'm not willing to give up without trying."

Member Jiang Tao shook his head: "Those artistic short films have received pitifully little traffic from major platforms in the past two years..."

A figure was approaching in the distance.

Jiang Shu and Xu Yan slowly walked in.

Nie Dingyi and the others' eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

Jiang Tao brought over two stools: "Junior girls, sit down. You must have suffered a lot of grievances at the yacht club yesterday, right? Those spoiled brats who never give people a second glance are not worth our anger."

A hint of a smile appeared in Xu Yan's eyes: "His attitude was bad at first, but it got quite good later."

Nie Dingyi watched as Jiang Shu started taking documents out of her backpack, and his heart skipped a beat: "Junior, you've decided to leave the club after all?"

(End of this chapter)