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

Outside the door, Lin Qian hugged her knees, quietly waiting at the entrance of the private room, feeling uneasy and afraid.

Xiao Si gave the order, and everyone else evacuated, so she was the only one left.

She could clearly see that not only inside the private room, but also outside the entire bar, there was a group of top-tier bodyguards.

At this moment, Lin Qian felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and once again felt the gap between ordinary people and the top class.

Between her and Lu Beiting, there was a huge, insurmountable chasm...

After a short while, the door finally opened.

Assistant Gao carried the still unconscious Lin Yize out.

Lin Qian immediately stood up, anxiously approached, her voice trembling:

"How are you? Is my brother alright? Where is he hurt?"

"Someone hit you on the head with a bottle," Assistant Gao said quickly. "He's temporarily unconscious, but it shouldn't be anything serious. A VIP room has been arranged. Mr. Lu wants you to stay here comfortably. Don't worry about your brother at all; I'll take care of it."

"Okay." Lin Qian's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit, and she added, "Thank you."

After confirming that Lin Yize was unharmed.

Lin Qian leaned against the wall, completely exhausted, and slid down the tiles until she sat on the ground.

Fang Ye clearly wanted revenge on her, which is why he targeted the people around her.

She dragged her family down with her.

She was powerless to resist.

Lin Qian covered her face helplessly, feeling sad and guilty.

From time to time, screams and wails of a man could be heard from inside the private room; the sounds were utterly horrific.

Even through a door, one could almost imagine how miserable Fang Ye and those men would become in the end.

Lin Qian's heart pounded faster and faster as she listened, and she silently covered her ears.

Finally, the screams gradually subsided, and the people inside seemed to have fainted one by one, no longer having the strength to shout.

With a "click," the door was gently pushed open.

Lu Beiting walked at the front, his expression indifferent, and said something as he passed Lin Qian.

"Keep up."

Lin Qian glanced quickly into the private room; the floor was covered in a mixture of red wine and blood, and a pungent, bloody stench filled the air, like a slaughterhouse.

The people inside are worse than animals.

Lin Qian looked away immediately, as if burned, her heart pounding, and she dared not look a second time.

She lowered her head, like a submissive lamb, and obediently followed.

A black Maybach was driving on the highway, attracting a lot of attention.

The interior of the car is spacious and luxurious, filled with a pleasant woody fragrance.

Assistant Gao went to the hospital, driven by a different bodyguard he didn't know.

The bodyguards were very professional; they raised the partition as soon as they got in the car, and they knew exactly what they should and shouldn't hear.

In the back seat, Lin Qian sat awkwardly next to Lu Beiting, nervously pursing her lips.

She hadn't forgotten what she had promised Lu Beiting.

It's nothing more than... sleeping with him for one night.

The two of them had slept together quite a few times, but for some reason, this time Lin Qian felt even more nervous and embarrassed.

Thinking of how badly Lin Yize had been beaten, Lin Qian couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears.

If it weren't for her, Lin Yize would definitely be fine now and wouldn't have suffered this undeserved disaster.

"Come sit over here." Lu Beiting, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Lin Qian obediently sat down next to Lu Beiting, close to his shoulder.

The other party was still not satisfied, and patted his thigh, his intentions clear.

Lin Qian understood, and her ears involuntarily felt hot. She turned over and sat on Lu Beiting's strong thighs, kneeling on either side of his body.

In a face-to-face posture.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Beiting's neck, without looking at him.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly and could see the woman in his arms.

Lin Qian's hair was a little messy. She was wearing a brown coat over a thin white nightgown, the neckline slightly open, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone, which was dazzlingly white under the car's interior lights.

She kept her head down, silent, her eyes shimmering with a layer of light, and glistening tears clinging to her eyelashes.

Like a wronged little rabbit, she sat softly on his lap, looking completely lost.

But the more this happens, the more it can ignite the animalistic instincts within men.

Lu Beiting felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He reached out and pinched her soft cheek with his calloused fingers, pulling it to the side.

A tug wasn't enough; they treated her like clay, kneading and shaping her until her face turned red.

Lin Qian finally spoke softly, with a hint of complaint: "Why did you pinch me...?"

"I saw you were unhappy, so I pinched you." Lu Beiting said quite self-righteously.

Lin Qian: "Would you be happy if someone pinched your cheek?"

Lu Beiting smiled enigmatically, a hint of indulgence mixed with provocation, "Then why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Qian didn't hold back and directly pinched back, pulling Lu Beiting's face.

Lu Beiting's face was thin and his skin was firm. At this moment, his usually serious and aloof handsome face was suddenly stretched open on both sides, which was quite comical.

Lin Qian's lips curved slightly, but after a moment, her smile vanished, and she obediently withdrew her hand.

Lu Beiting put his arm around her waist. "You look quite pretty when you smile, smile more, okay?"

After saying that, the man's slightly warm hand slipped through his coat and into her nightgown, slowly moving upwards.

Lin Qian's body trembled slightly, a fine chill running through her.

The thought of what she was going to do made her unable to smile.

"Why were you crying just now? Were you scared?" Lu Beiting was still pinching her flesh wantonly. "Those people are either dead or crippled. They will never return to the country in this lifetime, and they will never provoke you again."

Lin Qian's voice was still trembling, "Just now... you broke Fang Ye's leg?"

"What?" Lu Beiting paused, narrowing his eyes. "Are you afraid of me?"

Lin Qian shook her head. "No."

Lu Beiting chuckled softly, and with a forceful pull, he forced Lin Qian to lie face down against his chest, their skin pressed tightly together.

The man's strong hands landed repeatedly on her slender back.

"From now on, no matter what happens, you must come to me first, understand?"

Lin Qian was forced to bury her face in front of his tie, feeling the expensive and comfortable fabric of his suit, and smelling the man's cool, woody scent.

She nodded as if she understood, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "I heard it."

"If anyone bullies you, tell me, understand?"

A warm feeling welled up in Lin Qian's heart. She bit her lip and said, "I understand."

Lu Beiting buried his face in the crook of her neck and sighed with satisfaction.

Lin Qian felt a slight itch in her waist, and instinctively, she shrank back a little.

"What are you hiding from?"

Lin Qian lowered her head, hesitating to speak, "Um, today I... ah!"

The rest of the words were left unsaid.

Lu Beiting's large hand slipped naturally and effortlessly from her nightgown...

Suddenly, his long, strong fingers paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he let out a low, mocking laugh:

"Aren't you wearing a bra today?"