What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Su Feiyan's voice trembled slightly, but her strength was astonishing. "What kind of behavior is it to kneel like that?"

Lu Li stood up with her help.

The moment he looked up, he saw a glaring red tinge in Su Feiyan's eyes.

But her eyes were completely clear, without a single tear falling.

The Iron Lady of Jianghai City, the head of the Su Group, would never cry in front of anyone.

Especially in front of a love rival.

"I've noted down tonight's bill."

Su Feiyan released his ear, her voice as cold as a blade soaked in ice water, "Go back to Cloud Peak, kneel on the keyboard or kneel on durians, the choice is yours."

Lu Li shuddered.

Kneeling on the keyboard! I choose to kneel on the keyboard! Kneeling on that durian thing will ruin your knees!

Upon hearing the thought, Su Feiyan's lips curled into a cold smile.

She didn't look at him again, nor did she straighten her slightly disheveled skirt; she walked straight to the door.

She stopped as she passed by Ji Hanyue.

Su Feiyan turned her head slightly and spoke in a tone that was somewhere between a threat from a superior and the approval of the empress, saying only one sentence.

"If you dare to try and take it from me, then come at me."

For the first time, a genuine look of surprise appeared in Ji Hanyue's pale purple eyes.

"But if you dare to steal behind my back—" Su Feiyan's voice was extremely low, yet every word carried immense weight, "I will tear down your Supreme Forgetfulness Palace sect as well."

After saying that, she yanked open the solid wood door.

Shen Weilan, who was outside the door, almost tripped and fell in. Her phone clattered to the ground. She awkwardly raised her hand to greet her, "Cousin, cousin..."

Su Feiyan didn't even glance at her, and strode away in her high heels, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Bai Xiaolu hugged Xue Tuan and looked at Lu Li pitifully: "Meal ticket...you're not really going to get beaten to death, are you? Who's going to make me chicken legs tomorrow?"

Lu Li stood up, leaning against the wall, with only one thought in his mind.

[I survived... I've survived for now...]

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the hellish scene of the night was finally over.

He suddenly remembered that he had thrown his phone and coat on the ground to save Ji Hanyue.

[Holy crap! My phone! Did I just hear it vibrate?]

Lu Li looked down.

My phone screen was filled with missed calls and WeChat messages, filling three whole screens.

The top one is flashing wildly.

Caller ID: Gu Qingcheng.

Lu Li's scalp tingled. Just as he was about to hang up, his fingers trembled slightly from the force he had used earlier, and he accidentally swiped the answer and speakerphone buttons.

Ring ring—

"Lu Li".

Gu Qingcheng's voice, carrying a hint of languor and aloofness, echoed clearly in the bedroom of Building A, which had just experienced a dramatic shift from extreme heat to cold.

"My schedule is finalized. The celebration banquet in the neighboring city is scheduled for the night after tomorrow."

She paused for a moment, her tone carrying an undisguised provocation.

Location: Cloud Top Villa.

Saturday evening at 7:30, Genting Villa.

Officially, this was a celebration banquet to mark the successful conclusion of Gu Qingcheng's tour in Lin City.

But in reality, everyone present knew perfectly well that this was Su Feiyan, the head of the Su family, "revealing her hand" on her absolute home turf.

Su Feiyan wore a burgundy haute couture off-the-shoulder evening gown tonight, paired with a brand new Van Cleef & Arpels diamond necklace around her snow-white neck.

The light from the crystal chandelier shone on her, outlining her breathtaking curves.

Lu Li sat on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the deep collarbone, and his brain's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) radar instantly activated.

[This burgundy outfit is absolutely stunning; paired with that figure, it would be a shame if she didn't become a femme fatale.]

[But this chain looks a bit too tight. If it were the black ribbon from yesterday, the visual impact would definitely be doubled...]

Before the thought could even fully form in his mind, Lu Li bit his tongue hard, forcibly swallowing the remaining color residue back down his throat.

He has now mastered a unique skill—forced physical noise reduction in the brain in high-risk situations where five women are about to gather.

Although the success rate is only a pitiful 60%, every second counts.

Su Feiyan paused slightly in the champagne cup.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and a faint smile curved her lips, but her gaze subtly swept towards the entrance of the villa.

Doorbell rang.

Shen Weilan was the first to arrive.

She sneaked into the villa two hours early under the pretense of "helping her cousin set up the venue," but in reality, she didn't even bring a plate. As soon as she entered the dining room, she firmly occupied the second seat on the left side of the main dining table.

The second person to enter was Gu Qingcheng.

The three-time Golden Horse Award-winning actress was wearing sunglasses and followed by her agent, Sister Tang. She not only brought three boxes of Romanée-Conti, but also had a huge flower basket carried into the door that could almost block the entrance.

The third is Yang Ningbing.

Liu Qingyu parked the city government's car outside the courtyard. Yang Ningbing stood in front of the gate, staring at the doorbell for a full half minute before taking a deep breath and pressing it.

Tonight, she changed out of her stiff business suit and wore a navy blue fitted trench coat, and the beauty mark under her left eye was particularly clear under the light.

Ji Hanyue was the last to arrive.

The moment the solid wood door was pushed open, the air in the living room visibly froze for a second.

The sect leader of the Supreme Palace of Forgetfulness was not wearing her signature moon-white, wide-sleeved long dress.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater paired with light gray wide-leg pants.

The most striking detail was that a tiny white pearl hair clip was pinned to a stray strand of hair at her right temple.

Lu Li's eyelids twitched violently.

【Isn't this the one I pinned on her's finger that day in the shopping street?!】

[She actually wore it out?! Right in front of Fei Yan?!]

[Oh no, this is a declaration of war!]

Su Feiyan held her wine glass, her phoenix eyes narrowing dangerously.

Her gaze lingered on the pearl hair clip for a full three seconds.

"Sect Leader Ji's attire tonight is very down-to-earth."

Su Feiyan spoke in a lukewarm tone.

Ji Hanyue glanced back indifferently: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Bai Xiaolu followed behind Ji Hanyue, carrying a bag of snacks she had scavenged from Building A. With half a spicy strip dangling from her lips, she mumbled, "Meal tickets! I'm hungry!"

Her two-hundred-pound black hammer had been stopped by Old Zhou before she even entered the house and locked in the weapons locker outside the villa.

Seven people sat around a huge round table on the first floor of the villa.

The ranked battles were fought quietly, yet fiercely.

Lu Li was placed in the first position on the right by Su Feiyan; this was an ironclad rule that no one could change.

Shen Weilan remained firmly rooted to Lu Li's left.

Ji Hanyue pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Su Feiyan.

Whether it was a coincidence or a declaration of war, everyone at the table could tell what was going on.

Gu Qingcheng sat down next to Shen Weilan, while Yang Ningbing sat down next to Ji Hanyue.

As for Bai Xiaolu, Uncle Wang arranged for her to sit in an extra seat in the corner, with a whole table full of meat in front of her, completely keeping her out of the undercurrents at the main table.

After several rounds of drinks...

The finest red wine swirls in the glass, and the atmosphere shifts from initial polite greetings to a deep, unfathomable undercurrent.

Gu Qingcheng put down her chopsticks and tapped the table with her slender white fingers: "Drinking alone is no fun. How about we play a 'victory quiz'? Everyone ask Lu Li a question and you must answer it on the spot. No dodging or using 'business as an excuse'."

She looked at Su Feiyan, who was in the main seat, and asked, "What do you think, Feiyan?"

Su Feiyan leaned back in her chair, her long legs crossed, her phoenix eyes revealing an absolute desire for control: "I have no objection."

She certainly had no objection.

Because she has absolute confidence in her unique "mind-reading" ability.

What Lu Li said was unimportant; what she heard was the truth.

"Then I'll go first."