Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

"Our relationship... is great, of course. We're planning to get married in two years when he turns 22, which is the legal age for marriage."

Lin Qian lowered her eyes, her voice soft yet firm, "Lu Beiting... let's not contact each other anymore."

The two fell silent again.

On the other end of the phone, the man seemed to sneer, squeezing out a single word through clenched teeth:

"OK."

After saying that, he hung up without hesitation, and the call abruptly ended.

Lin Qian stared at the disconnected screen, her heartbeat gradually calming down.

A proud man like Lu Beiting would never turn back.

The huge weight was finally lifted from Lin Qian's heart. After a comfortable hot bath, she turned off the lights and fell into a sweet sleep...

downstairs.

The Rolls-Royce remained motionless, as if stubbornly waiting for something.

Inside the car, a suffocating silence filled the air.

Lu Beiting casually tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes tightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his voice remarkably clear in the quiet carriage:

"Go and find out all the information about that boy."

Assistant Gao, sitting in the front row, repeatedly said "yes."

Assistant Gao outwardly agreed, but inwardly he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

President, are you aware that using illegal means to investigate other people's private information is illegal?

The night was deep and dark, with thick, dense clouds pressing down, obscuring all the starlight and creating a gloomy atmosphere.

Lu Beiting sat in the leather back seat, tapping his fingertips idly on the armrest, while his other hand casually toyed with a silver lighter.

The metal casing gleamed dazzlingly in the light, and with a "click," the lid was lifted, and a ghostly blue flame instantly ignited.

He casually lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it. He just watched the crimson flames burn quietly, lost in thought.

Until the cigarette butt burned my fingertips.

He suddenly opened his eyes and casually extinguished the power.

Within fifteen minutes, Assistant Gao sent all the information to Lu Beiting.

"Mr. Lu, the investigation is complete."

Song Yu, male, 21 years old, 180 cm tall.

A third-year architecture student at S University, ranking in the top 5% of his class, never been in a relationship, from a modest background, with a gentle and cheerful personality, and quite popular with girls at school.

He and Lin Qian's cousin, Lin Yize, are best friends, and the three of them currently rent the same apartment. They often work odd jobs at convenience stores and bubble tea shops, and also do tutoring.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes and stared at the photo on the screen.

This is a photo of Song Yu giving a speech on stage. He has regular and gentle features and is wearing a simple and clean white shirt. He has a youthful, sunny, and refreshing feeling.

Does Lin Qian like this now?

Lu Beiting turned off his phone and suddenly asked, "Is he more handsome than me?"

"Huh???" Assistant Gao was stunned for a while before he gradually came to his senses.

Is the CEO talking to him?

He coughed softly and replied cautiously with a standard answer:

"Mr. Lu, you're joking. Of course you're more handsome. The line of rich girls wanting to marry you is all the way to France."

"Tell the truth." Lu Beiting gave him a cold glare, his gaze shooting out like an arrow.

"..."

Assistant Gao swallowed hard and forced a smile, saying, "Well, looks are a matter of personal taste. Some people like your type, while others prefer the younger, more adorable type."

Lu Beiting paused for a moment, "A little puppy?"

Assistant Gao nodded. "Yes, this kind of guy is the sunny, cute, puppy-like type who'd call you 'sister,' and he's very popular. Many girls like younger men these days, like my wife, who dated a younger guy during the time we were breaking up. And, you know, younger guys have a lot of advantages—"

"That's enough," Lu Beiting interrupted him, his face darkening. "Shut up."

Assistant Gao: "..." 6. You don't like to hear the truth.

Jue Se Bar, top floor.

In the most luxurious private room, crystal chandeliers reflected dazzling light, and the air was filled with the mixed aroma of alcohol and cigars.

Several men were casually drinking.

He was surrounded by women like stars around the moon: a pure and innocent college girl in a school uniform, a glamorous female celebrity in a sundress, and a female secretary in a suit and black stockings...

Xiao Si lay back on the leather sofa, swirling his wine glass as if he had no bones, and slowly began to speak:

"Hey, our young master Lu, what brings you here for drinks tonight?"

Lu Beiting took a sip of wine expressionlessly, his well-defined fingers gripping the glass, the tips turning slightly white from the force.

He was like a frozen sculpture, completely still.

Xiao Si raised an eyebrow.

This guy isn't really interested.

He was clearly in a bad mood, and a really bad one at that.

interesting.

Xiao Si leaned closer curiously, half-jokingly asking, "You couldn't have been dumped by a woman, could you?"

Lu Beiting's fingertips suddenly twitched, finally reacting, and he gave him a cold glare.

Xiao Si looked completely bewildered: "No way, bro, I was just saying it offhand. Could it really be true? I got dumped by a woman?"

Someone nearby was embracing a beautiful woman in black stockings and laughing loudly.

"Come on, how could Brother Lu be dumped by a woman? He's the one who dumps women."

"That's right, who would dare dump Brother Lu? Wouldn't that bankrupt the other party?"

Xiao Si smiled mysteriously, "Tsk, that's hard to say."

Outsiders don't know.

But he still knew some inside information.

Three years ago, Lu Beiting was dumped by a woman. At that time, Lu Beiting invited him to drink, and the next day, he flew directly to the United States.

Rumors about him are always circulating, but only Xiao Si knows that in the past few years, Lu Beiting has been like a monk, not touching a single woman.

Xiao Si: "Alright, everyone, make way. I need to be alone with Brother Lu for a while."

The remaining people dared not offend these two gentlemen and quickly slipped away.

The once lively private room suddenly became quiet.

"Brother Lu," Xiao Si leaned closer, narrowing his eyes, "tell me the truth, did you see your ex-girlfriend?"

Lu Beiting gave a casual "hmm," a deep, obscure glint in his eyes.

Xiao Si rested his chin on his hand. "I'm genuinely curious, what exactly happened? How did you two break up?"

Every woman Lu Beiting dated was someone he broke up with; none of them lasted more than a month or two. However, during those relationships, they always received various designer gifts.

Lin Qian was different; they had a secret relationship for a whole year.

She also successfully won Lu Beiting's first kiss and first time, and they spent many nights in ambiguous and intimate moments together.

That has a completely different meaning. In a sense, Lin Qian was Lu Beiting's first woman.

Xiao Si couldn't help but ask, "Why did she dump you back then?"