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

"Ugh...no...don't want to..."

Su Qingyao felt like she was about to drown, as if she were floating on the sea, bobbing and swaying with the waves.

The figures on the body were blurry and indistinct, as if they were seen through a layer of misty water, making it difficult to even discern their outlines.

The man chuckled softly, his voice deep and seductive, "Baby clearly said she wanted it..."

Before she could finish speaking, his arm tightened around her, his movements fierce and urgent, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones...

Su Qingyao was startled awake by the vibration of her phone. Her chest heaved violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She covered her burning cheeks and instinctively buried her face in her arms, wishing she could hide away forever.

She had just returned from her part-time job at the coffee shop and was resting on the table for a while.

Why would I have such a dream?

The sensations in the dream were incredibly real; even the temperature of the person's breath was so clear it made my heart tremble.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to banish those beautiful and chaotic fragments from his mind.

Su Qingyao took a deep breath, trying to calm her restless heartbeat, before turning her gaze to her phone.

The screen displays an urgent job posting from the part-time group admin, tagging everyone.

"Junyu Club urgently needs a flower delivery person. Deposit is 3000, expenses are the responsibility of the customer. High reward will be given for successful delivery. Interested parties please DM me quickly."

The message caused an instant uproar in the group chat.

"Holy crap?! Money fell from the sky?"

"The deposit is only three thousand, how much will I have to pay after it's delivered?"

"Junyu is a notorious den of extravagance, and the people there are all rich and powerful. This amount of money is nothing to them."

"Which young master or young lady came up with this new idea? A cyber-themed concubine selection, huh? Just pick whichever errand boy catches your eye?"

"Who cares? Why not make this money? What if some blind young lady takes a fancy to me? I'll be set for life!"

"Wake up, upstairs, stop dreaming."

"I'll sign up too! Even if the flowers are rejected, I'll still make a net profit of over two thousand after deducting the cost of the flowers. It's a sure thing!"

……

A deposit of three thousand.

Su Qingyao's fingers tightened at the edge of the screen. After hesitating for a few seconds, she opened the group owner's private chat box.

"Hello, could you please tell me about the requirements for this part-time job?"

Messages are replied to almost instantly.

"picture"

"Send him flowers in private room 888 at Junyu Club. You can choose the flowers yourself. He will transfer 5000 to you after he receives them."

"Transfer 3000.00 yuan"

The group admin seemed to be too quick to agree; she transferred the deposit after just asking a few questions.

If she hadn't been in the group for almost a year and knew that the group owner had a good reputation and that the part-time jobs he recommended had never gone wrong, she would have almost suspected that this was a new type of scam.

After thinking for a moment, she handed her phone to her roommate Zhang Miaoke, who was watching a TV series. Zhang Miaoke was a gossip enthusiast and might be able to provide some information.

"Miao Ke, do you know this person?"

Zhang Miaoke looked away from the tablet, and her eyes widened suddenly when she caught sight of the photo.

"Wenyu!" Her voice rose unconsciously, filled with obvious excitement.

"The only heir of the Wen family in Beijing this generation, a true heir to a wealthy family. Their wealth isn't just ordinary; it's the kind that owns mines and has businesses all over the world!"

As she spoke, she scratched her head, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"He's in the finance department at Peking University, a year ahead of us. He took a leave of absence last year and seems to have just returned recently. Yao Yao, why are you asking about him?"

"I took on a delivery job to deliver flowers to him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Miaoke frowned and her tone became serious.

"Yaoyao, should we reconsider? He has a bad temper and doesn't seem to like girls. Apart from his childhood friends, no girl can get close to him. Is the errand fee high? This amount of money... feels a bit risky."

A flicker of relaxation crossed Su Qingyao's eyes.

Conflicting with girls means a lower risk of being harassed. Even if your money is rejected, you can still make a net profit of over two thousand after deducting the cost of the purchase.

This is no small amount for her.

Junyu is not far from the school; it takes about twenty minutes by taxi. It's nine o'clock at night now, so I should be able to get back before curfew.

After sending her real-time location to Zhang Miaoke, she got up and quickly walked towards the door.

"It's not far, I'll go give it a try. Miao Ke, I'll contact you anytime if anything happens."

-

Inside the Junyu Club's 888 private room, the air was scalding hot, soaked in alcohol and noise.

A tall, slender figure casually sank into a corner sofa, completely out of place with the surrounding revelry.

Wen Yu was dressed in a low-key and understated black outfit, almost blending into the shadows, except for his short silver-gray hair, which defiantly swaggered under the dim lights.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his slender fingers casually toying with a metal lighter.

"Click".

A pale blue flame suddenly shot up, illuminating his face in an instant.

A handsome face that is both aggressive and cold.

His skin was pale and cool, his nose was high and straight, and the lines of his brow bone and jaw were sharp and distinct. The firelight danced in his deep eyes, but it could not dispel the innate darkness and aloofness in them.

Jiang Shubai slowly approached him, swirling his wine glass, and nudged him lightly with his elbow, his tone drawn out and smug.

"What are you doing? This is a welcome banquet specially prepared for you, and you can't even spare a smile?"

Wen Zhaoyue crossed her arms, her critical gaze sweeping over Wen Yu from head to toe. Her red lips parted slightly, and the words she uttered were anything but polite.

"After a year in the US, he's still the same person even a dog would dislike."

Wen Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone lazy but clearly impatient, "Knowing I don't like crowds, you still brought this bunch of boring people over."

He scanned the entire private room, and almost everywhere his eyes fell were young women dressed in fine clothes, their gazes following him with either boldness or shyness.

The strong scent of perfume mixed with alcohol in the air almost made him nauseous.

His aura grew heavier, and his eyes became dangerous.

"And they're all women?"

Wen Zhaoyue curled her lips into a smile, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of mystery.

"What's the rush? You'll find out soon enough why it's all girls."

Half an hour later, Wen Yu's impatience was almost tangible. He closed his lighter and prepared to leave this smoky and irritating place.

The moment he took a step, the heavy soundproof door of the private room was silently pushed open.

A slender figure appeared at the boundary between light and shadow.

Su Qingyao wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt and slim-fit jeans, yet she made all the meticulously dressed figures in the private room pale in comparison.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to her.

Her skin was porcelain white, like the finest mutton fat jade; her features were delicate and exquisite; and her eyes were as clear as black glass immersed in water.

Pure, yet subtly exuding a sense of aloofness and coldness.

She was simply beautiful and pristine, standing out starkly from the surrounding glitz and glamour, like a snow-white sprite who had strayed into a den of iniquity.

The moment Wen Yu saw Su Qingyao after getting up, he seemed to be frozen in place, as if he had been put under a spell.

He heard a violent, uncontrollable pounding sound coming from his chest, like a drumbeat, making his eardrums buzz.

All the restlessness and impatience vanished at that moment, swallowed up by an instinctive, surging ecstasy.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Wen Zhaoyue and Jiang Shubai, he very naturally and slowly... sat back in his original seat, as if he wasn't the one who had been so eager to escape just moments before.

Wen Zhaoyue took in the whole scene and let out a sneer through her nose.

She knew it.

That bastard would melt at the sight of Su Qingyao.