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

Manager Zhao has been waiting for days, unable to eat or sleep, but still hasn't received any response from Lin Qian.

In addition, Lin Qian's usual intentional or unintentional avoidance of him made him feel even more itchy and uncomfortable, as if a fire was burning inside him.

Today after get off work, Manager Zhao lingered a little longer, making sure to leave at the exact time Lin Qian usually left.

He squeezed in at the last second before the elevator doors closed, almost getting his leg caught in the door.

The elevator was narrow and quiet.

Only Lin Qian was standing inside.

There was a faint, lingering scent of jasmine in the air, unlike the strong and pungent fragrance of ordinary perfumes, which was instead elegant and pleasant.

Manager Zhao took a step closer to her, looking at her with a smile. "Lin Qian, have you made up your mind?"

Lin Qian feigned ignorance, "What are you considering?"

"Consider asking me to back you up," Manager Zhao scoffed. "If you're asking me, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you out. A single girl like you with no connections is vulnerable and easily bullied—"

"Manager, I think you're right," Lin Qian suddenly interrupted him.

Upon hearing this, Manager Zhao was overjoyed and his mouth went dry. He even started thinking about which couples' hotel to book for that night.

His face lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but smile. "Good, good, it's good that you understand. A wise person knows when to yield."

"It's really not easy being alone," Lin Qian said calmly, "so I found a boyfriend."

Manager Zhao's smile froze instantly, her expression changed drastically, and she raised her voice: "You have a boyfriend? When?!"

He has some unusual preferences; for example, he only likes single, young virgins and won't accept non-virgins.

Ideally, Bai Zhi should have zero romantic experience; otherwise, he'll always feel like he's been corrupted.

Manager Zhao carefully examined the expression on her face. "Really? Let me tell you, don't lie to me."

"Why would I lie to you about this?" Lin Qian said calmly. "By the way, he's waiting for me at the door right now. See you tomorrow, Manager."

After he finished speaking, the elevator arrived on the first floor with a "ding" and slowly opened its doors.

Manager Zhao, with a gloomy face, snorted coldly and followed along, refusing to believe it, and secretly stood in the corner to peek outside.

At the entrance of the company building.

As the weather gradually turns cooler, Song Yu is wearing a dark brown coat today, looking both gentle and handsome.

He walked out side by side with Lin Qian.

A male colleague, whom she didn't know very well, walked by and asked gossipy, "Lin Qian, is this your boyfriend?"

"Okay," Lin Qian nodded, intending to keep up the act.

Her colleague gasped in surprise, covering her mouth. "Oh my god! I never knew you had a boyfriend! I thought you were single! You two look so good together!"

Lin Qian politely replied, "Thank you."

Upon hearing the words "perfect match," Song Yu's lips curled up subtly, his heart pounding deafeningly.

But he quickly returned to his calm state.

Manager Zhao stood behind the glass door, his eyes fixed intently on the backs of the two people, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him.

Ha, what an ungrateful woman! She'll regret it sooner or later!

He left in anger.

Seeing that he had walked some distance away, Song Yu gently reminded him, "Sister, I saw your boss leave."

"Okay, thanks for your help today." Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief. "How about we go get some noodles? It's on me."

After Lin Qian finished speaking, for some reason, it felt as if a deep gaze was staring at her from behind.

It was as if they were staring a hole through her.

At that moment, a black Bugatti was parked not far away.

Like a predatory beast, it was hiding in the shadows.

Through the car window, you can clearly see the scenery outside, and even more so, a couple deeply in love.

Inside the car, the temperature was frighteningly low.

The assistant in the front row hugged his arms tightly because of the cold and couldn't help but shiver.

He had overheard Lin Qian's conversation with someone else.

Boyfriend, or how well-matched they are, etc.

It's unbelievable! Why did President Lu have to fall for a woman who already has a boyfriend?

back seat.

Lu Beiting's eyes were unfathomable, like a deep and dark ocean, calm and undisturbed, revealing no emotion.

He stared blankly at the two figures in the distance.

Lin Qian's back was very slender. Even though she was wearing a beige wool coat, she still looked thin, and you could vaguely see her figure.

She makes you want to hug her and protect her.

But standing beside her was a young man who was a good match for her, and the two chatted and laughed all the way, creating a warm scene.

That's her boyfriend.

Lu Beiting's thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

As evening approached, the dazzling orange-red sunset glow, like a layer of hazy, gorgeous silk, draped over the two of them.

The word "well-matched" is like the sharpest knife, stabbing in unexpectedly and causing a sharp pain in the mind.

Lu Beiting closed his eyes tightly, his head spinning.

It felt as if a fire had been lit in my chest, the scorching flames growing ever stronger, billowing black smoke that blocked my trachea, making it hard to breathe, and every second was excruciating.

After a long while, Lu Beiting finally responded, his voice deep and hoarse, as if it were struggling to come out from deep in his throat:

"Drive, follow them."

Lin Qian and Song Yu walked into a noodle shop next door.

The ordinary little restaurant was rather deserted with only a couple of customers.

Lin Qian was a regular at this restaurant. She sat opposite Song Yu by the window and ordered a bowl of pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles.

Without a second thought, Song Yu said, "Boss, give me the same one as her."

"Okay!"

Two steaming bowls of noodles were served.

While Song Yu was eating noodles, he took advantage of Lin Qian's inattention to intentionally or unintentionally let his gaze fall on Lin Qian's face.

"Sister." His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but call out to her.

"Um?"

"It's nothing, I just think this noodle shop is pretty good."

Lin Qian smiled gently: "Right? I told you this shop was very authentic."

She lowered her head and took another sip of soup, completely relaxing and feeling comfortable.

Suddenly, a long shadow, like a net, enveloped her tightly from behind.

The air suddenly became thin, and an inexplicable sense of oppression swept over us.

Lin Qian subconsciously turned her head away.

Lu Beiting remained calm and composed, sitting naturally next to her and ordering the owner, "A bowl of pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles."

"Hey handsome!" the boss greeted with a smile, unaware of the subtle atmosphere at the table.

Lin Qian's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a few seconds, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she silently tightened her grip on her chopsticks.

Lu Beiting... why is he here?

The restaurant was empty, with few customers, but Lu Beiting deliberately chose to sit down next to her.

Lin Qian remembered that Lu Beiting was a very picky person and disliked eating at roadside restaurants the most.

But at this moment, Lu Beiting didn't even glance at her, nor did he greet her, as if it really was just an accident, a chance encounter.

Lin Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she had been deluding herself.

Song Yu, who was opposite, also noticed the newcomer.

Or rather, it's hard not to notice someone like Lu Beiting, who has such a strong presence and charisma.

He wore a low-key, sharp, custom-made black suit, his posture was noble and elegant, and he wore a Richard Miller watch on his wrist, which reflected a cold and sharp platinum luster, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

This table requires eight digits.

Song Yu observed him discreetly.

Quite coincidentally.

The other person was also scrutinizing him with a seemingly casual yet incredibly penetrating gaze.

As a fellow man, Song Yu could sense the other party's subtle hostility and hidden jealousy.

"?" Song Yu was a little confused.

He didn't take her seriously, since she was just a stranger, and continued chatting with Lin Qian:

"Sister, do you remember when I was in high school, I encountered that incident? You comforted me and said it was okay, and you even treated me to noodles. You also ordered pickled mustard greens and shredded pork back then."

One sentence pulled Lin Qian back into her memories.

That was when Song Yucai was in his second year of high school, and he was in the same class as Lin Yize.

He came from a poor family. His father was a gambler who would drink when he lost, and when he was drunk, he would beat people, including his wife and his own son.

That time, Song Yu was beaten so badly that his forehead was covered in bruises, and Lin Yize took him home and kept him there for the night.

After Lin Qian applied the medicine to him, she heard that he hadn't eaten, so she treated him to a bowl of noodles at the entrance of the residential area to comfort him.

This was their first meeting.

Lin Qian nodded, "Of course I remember. You even cried back then and didn't want me to find out."

The voice just fell.

The man beside her suddenly moved.

Lu Beiting adjusted his posture unhappily, slightly spreading his legs, which inevitably bumped into Lin Qian's thighs that were pressed together.

Lin Qian's body stiffened instantly.

The chair is long, so there shouldn't be a lack of space, right?

She pursed her lips and moved slightly to the side.

To her surprise, he pressed on relentlessly, even becoming more aggressive and restless, continuing to rub his leg against hers and sliding it upwards.

They are becoming increasingly outrageous and vile.

In front of her "boyfriend".

The constant friction of the clothing fabric against the smooth skin caused a shiver, creating a highly suggestive atmosphere.

"!!!" Lin Qian tensed up instantly, her heart leaped into her throat, and her ears turned bright red.

She could no longer tolerate it and stepped on Lu Beiting's foot without hesitation.

He stepped precisely on his expensive, shiny leather shoes, wearing ordinary canvas shoes.

Faced with her warning, Lu Beiting chuckled softly and said directly, "Lin Qian, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Lin Qian stopped, gripped her chopsticks tightly, and remained silent for a long time.

Hearing the voice, Song Yu looked up, his face full of surprise, and asked, "You...know each other?"

"I know him." Only then did Lu Beiting look at him properly, his eyes even colder.

Song Yu could clearly feel the hostile gaze from the other party, and the hostility was even growing stronger.

Song Yu was puzzled, his head full of question marks.

He didn't know him at all, and they had no grudges against each other.

Furthermore, since he knew his sister, why didn't he greet her at the beginning? Why did he only speak halfway through the meal?

An unsettling and eerie atmosphere gradually settled over the dining table.

Weird.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to have a very good relationship with his sister, but it doesn't seem like they're really that bad.

Song Yu found it strange and couldn't help but ask, "You...are friends?"

"More or less," Lu Beiting leaned back in his chair, raising his head with an air of arrogance and blatant provocation.

I'm her ex-boyfriend.