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"Otherwise what?" Fu Ciyan maneuvered the hovercar, turning into a street brightly lit by neon lights. "You think I'm joking with you now that the car's out here?"

His tone remained calm, even carrying a businesslike quality, as if taking her to the nightclub was like taking a subordinate on a mission.

Lu Yao swallowed hard, her heart pounding even faster.

She secretly glanced at Fu Ciyan's profile. The light and shadow flickered on his well-defined face, and his expression was so calm that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

But the more she acted this way, the stronger the inexplicable unease in her heart became. Was he really that kind? Or was there some kind of trap waiting for her?

"But..." She still felt something was off, and tried to struggle with the thought, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? I mean, our relationship..."

"Thank you for remembering our relationship," Fu Ciyan interrupted her, glancing at her sideways with unfathomable eyes. "But don't worry, this doesn't violate the reproductive regulations. The 'Detailed Rules' only stipulate our 'tasks' and 'obligations,' not that we can't go to entertainment venues together. Since you're curious about those places, I think it's my duty as your partner to satisfy your curiosity."

"Well, you're a really nice person!" Lu Yao couldn't help but tease, but after receiving a meaningful look from Fu Ciyan, she obediently shut her mouth.

"It's enough that you know I'm 'good'." Fu Ciyan withdrew his gaze, looked ahead again, and the corners of his lips seemed to curve slightly before returning to their straight state.

The hovercar silently glided into a private underground parking lot.

This place is clearly different from the bustling streets outside; it's quiet, private, with soft lighting, and all the parked cars are understated yet luxurious models.

The uniformed parking attendant was already waiting nearby, and upon seeing Fu Ciyan's car, immediately approached respectfully.

Fu Ciyan got out of the car and handed over the keys with practiced ease.

Then he went around to the passenger side and opened the car door for Lu Yao.

The unique, bustling atmosphere of nightclubs can be faintly felt even in the underground parking garage.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions of excitement and trepidation in her heart, and got out of the car.

Fu Ciyan extended his hand very naturally.

Lu Yao looked at his hands, which had distinct knuckles and appeared particularly strong even in the soft light. After hesitating for a moment, she still placed her hand on them.

The moment their fingertips touched, Fu Ciyan closed his fingers, completely enveloping her slightly cool hand and holding it tightly.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it had a strangely comforting quality.

"Stay close to me," he whispered, then took her hand and led her toward a seemingly ordinary but actually heavy and soundproof metal door not far away.

Two tall security guards in black suits, wearing communicators, stood at the entrance.

Upon seeing Fu Ciyan, the two bowed slightly at the same time, and without any further questions or checks, opened the door for them directly.

Inside the door lies another world.

The deafening music and ever-changing psychedelic lights instantly overwhelmed people like a tidal wave.

In the huge dance floor, figures twisted wildly like ghosts to the powerful beat, the air thick with the scorching heat of sweat, perfume, and excited screams.

The booths and private rooms surrounding the dance floor are relatively secluded, with dim lighting, where well-dressed men and women can be vaguely seen raising their glasses and laughing, their figures intertwining in the dim light.

Lu Yao was so overwhelmed by the intense sensory impact that she instinctively gripped Fu Ciyan's hand even tighter.

Fu Ciyan felt the pressure of her fingertips and glanced at her sideways.

He said nothing, but held her hand tighter, while his other arm loosely wrapped around her shoulder, almost protectively pulling her to his side, leading her steadily through the crowded and restless crowd.

His aura was so strong that, even in such a chaotic environment, a path was invisibly created wherever he went.

Many eyes were cast over, some with amazement, some with curiosity, and some with ambiguity, but when they met Fu Ciyan's expressionless yet extremely imposing face, they all subconsciously looked away.

A well-tailored, middle-aged man in a dark suit, exuding a sharp and capable air, strode forward with a perfectly measured, warm smile: "This way, sir. What kind of service would you like?"

Led by the other party, they arrived at the private room, closed the door, and shut out the noise from outside.

That moment made Lu Yao feel like she had been brought back to life.

Lu Yao let out a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing.

Only then did she have the mind to look around the private room. The decor was minimalist, with cool gray tones, clean lines, and a spacious, bright interior. Outside the huge one-way glass window, the hazy nightclub scene seemed like a dynamic mural, visible but no longer oppressive.

The soft leather sofa is large and comfortable, and the coffee table is set with light tea and a few exquisite snacks, which is completely out of place with the glitz and glamour outside.

This wasn't like the decadent nightclub private room she had imagined; it was more like a high-class meeting room.

She looked at Fu Ciyan with a puzzled expression.

Fu Ciyan had already let go of her hand and casually draped his coat over the armrest of the sofa.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a bit of his collarbone, and sat down relaxed on the main sofa, crossing his long legs.

He said to the men who were still waiting for their orders, "Bring over your best male waiter so this young lady can have a look at him."

The man paused slightly, glanced quickly at Lu Yao, and tentatively asked, "Did you bring them all?"

Lu Yao looked at Fu Ciyan helplessly.

Fu Ciyan curled his lips slightly: "Let's start with eight, and order more if that's not enough."

Lu Yao's lips twitched slightly. She knew she was ordering male models, but if she didn't know, she would have thought she was ordering cabbages.

What does "Eight first, more if not enough" mean?

What is she?

Having received the correct orders, the other party did not linger and turned to leave.

Lu Yao laughed awkwardly, "Eight...isn't eight too many?"

"Not many, just so you can have a look, so you won't keep thinking about it when you get back." Fu Ciyan poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, seemingly not minding at all about sending male models to Lu Yao.

Lu Yao felt both nervous and expectant, and couldn't help but pour herself a cup of tea to cool down.

They didn't have to wait long. Soon the man pushed open the door and came in, followed by a long line of hot, scantily clad male models, who walked in like a train.

Lu Yao, who was drinking water, almost spat it out when she saw this scene.

"Cough, cough cough cough!" Lu Yao choked and patted her chest.

The man who entered instinctively asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

Lu Yao wanted to say she was fine, but she couldn't stop coughing as soon as she opened her mouth.

Fu Ciyan reached out and gently patted her back, teasing her with a half-smile, "She's fine, she's just too excited."