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

Lu Li's expression shifted unpredictably.

Su Feiyan, who was just about to enjoy herself, also heard it clearly.

Golden Dome Auction...

Ye Fan...

Thousand-year-old snow lotus...

Breaking through to a higher realm...

The Su family was destroyed...

The lingering desire in Su Feiyan's eyes receded like the tide.

It turns out that the good-for-nothing with the broken leg was still thinking about turning things around.

Will it lead to the destruction of the Su family?

Su Feiyan's lips curled up slightly.

Want to turn things around?

dream!

As long as I, Su Feiyan, am alive, you will only rot in the mud!

Now that we know the future, things are much easier.

Su Feiyan calmly withdrew her foot and slowly sat up straight.

She casually straightened the slightly disheveled collar of her bathrobe, concealing that glimpse of spring.

She casually tossed the tools in her hand aside.

"Clatter".

Lu Li was still in a daze, wondering why "Goose Girl" had suddenly stopped playing.

The next second, a warm breath wafted over me.

Su Feiyan suddenly leaned down and whispered in Lu Li's ear.

"tomorrow."

Su Feiyan's voice was very low.

"Come with me to the Golden Dome Auction."

Lu Li was taken aback.

"Huh? Go...go there for what?"

Su Feiyan reached out and gently pinched Lu Li's earlobe, her nails applying slight pressure.

"Since he's the goose's lackey."

Su Feiyan's lips touched Lu Li's earlobe, her hot breath tickling him.

"Then you have to learn to bite."

……

The morning at Genting Villa was devoid of birdsong and fragrant flowers, only a chaotic scene of war.

The styling team consisted of twelve people, lined up neatly outside the dressing room, each carrying a professional aluminum alloy case, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Because Mr. Su's request today is very strange.

"President Su, is this really necessary?" Lu Li asked with a pained expression.

Su Feiyan walked to the jewelry counter next to her and started picking and choosing.

"Since Ye Fan is very likely to go, we can't show our true identities."

"If he finds out that we are also interested in that snow lotus, he might resort to other means."

Su Feiyan turned around and snapped her fingers at the stylist who had long hair and an artistic air about him.

"Kevin, let's begin."

"Transform him into...that kind of person."

Kevin, with his fingers delicately poised, excitedly ran over, circled Lu Li twice, and made a clicking sound.

"Don't worry, Mr. Su! With that kind of natural talent, she's a born clothes hanger!"

"That feeling of 'he's a scumbag, but he's so handsome you can't really hate him,' that's my specialty!"

Lu Li: ? ? ?

An hour later.

Lu Li stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, lost in thought.

The man in the mirror was wearing an extremely tailored dark gray striped suit, in the style of Neapolitan Italy, emphasizing the shoulder line and the waistline.

The white shirt inside was buttoned up to the top, and tied with a dark red silk tie.

Her previously casual bangs were all combed up, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

The gold-rimmed glasses concealed the usual nonchalant, fish-like look in his eyes, instead adding an indescribable sharpness and... a refined scoundrel.

That's right.

It's like those seemingly refined scoundrels in movies and TV dramas who wear suits and ties but are actually full of bad intentions, specializing in swindling money and seducing women, yet still manage to make the female lead fall head over heels for them.

Kevin stood to the side, hands clasped together, looking completely absorbed.

"Perfect!"

"This is the hypocrite I've been looking for!"

Lu Li looked at himself in the mirror and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

What does it mean to be a hypocrite? Can't you even speak properly?!

But you know what, it actually has a certain charm.

With these glasses on, I feel like I'd be doing this face a disservice if I didn't swindle a few hundred million.

[But...where's President Su? She was just here.]

Just then, the locker room door behind me slowly opened.

Lu Li saw the figure that walked out through the reflection in the mirror.

red.

A blinding red.

It was a wine-red velvet cheongsam.

This color is extremely difficult to pull off; it can make you look dowdy if your skin is slightly dark, and it can make you look bulky if you're slightly overweight.

When Su Feiyan wore it, it was as if the dress came to life.

The velvet material clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve from her neck to her ankles.

Especially the chest area.

The fabric there was stretched taut, rising and falling slightly with her breath, as if it might burst at any moment.

Su Feiyan held a folding fan in her hand, and her lips were painted with a retro bright red lip gloss, which accentuated her pointed chin.

She was wearing a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals.

With each step, the carpet sank a little deeper.

"clatter."

"clatter."

She walked behind Lu Li.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

One is a gloomy, aloof, and seemingly refined scoundrel.

One is an absolutely stunning beauty.

The visual impact left the stylists present speechless, even forgetting to breathe.

Lu Li's Adam's apple bobbed.

[Where the hell did this concubine of a warlord from the Republic of China era come from?]

No, the concubine doesn't have that aura.

[This is clearly the gangster's wife who's in control of the whole thing!]

And this cheongsam...

Lu Li's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Then, the frame freezes.

The slit in this cheongsam is ridiculously high, reaching all the way up to the upper thigh.

As Su Feiyan moved, her long, white legs, which seemed to glow, appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Further up...

Is this fork in the design... reasonable?

Su Feiyan stood behind Lu Li, her hands on his shoulders, and she heard Lu Li's inner thoughts.

Her fiery red lips curved slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

She lowered her head and whispered in Lu Li's ear.

The chain of the gold-rimmed glasses dangled down, landing precisely on Su Feiyan's collarbone.

"Is it pretty?"

Her voice was like a feather tickling Lu Li's heart.

Lu Li nodded stiffly.

"So...beautiful."

"What's so interesting about it?"

Su Feiyan persisted.

Her fingers traced circles along Lu Li's suit collar, through his shirt, on that non-existent pectoral muscle.

"leg?"

"still……"

"here?"

Her finger pointed downwards, to the very top of the slit in her cheongsam.

Lu Li felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to him.

[Fairy!]

All I want to do right now is give this cheongsam to...

Su Feiyan's smile deepened.

Tear it up?

This little thing is quite bold.

She suddenly reached out and removed the gold-rimmed glasses from Lu Li's nose.

Then, without any warning.

She grabbed Lu Li's tie and pulled him back sharply.

Lu Li's head was forced to tilt back and rest against Su Feiyan's soft belly.

Before he could react, those red lips pressed down.

Su Feiyan kissed him very forcefully.

She pried open Lu Li's jaws, charged straight in, and plundered wantonly.

Lu Li's eyes widened.

This is in the dressing room! And there are more than a dozen people watching over us!

But Su Feiyan didn't care at all.

She wanted everyone to see it.

This man is hers, he is Su Feiyan's private property.

Lu Li's hands instinctively tried to grab something to maintain their balance.

Then, his left hand touched a warm and delicate patch of skin.

That was Su Feiyan, peeking out from the high slit of her cheongsam.

Without the barrier of stockings, the palms come into direct contact with the skin.

Lu Li's fingers trembled slightly.

He wanted to pull his hand back.

But Su Feiyan seemed to have sensed his intentions.

Instead of opening her mouth, she... let out a muffled nasal sound.

Simultaneously.

She pressed down hard with one hand.

He held Lu Li's hand tightly down.

That was tacit approval, and also encouragement.

Lu Li's brain went blank.

Is this telling me... to continue?

"Um……"

That voice is so alluring.

Her allure made the stylists around her, who were pretending to organize their tools but were actually peeking, blush. They all wished they could disappear into the ground.

……

Yoshihisa

Su Feiyan released Lu Li's lips.

Their lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva.

Lu Li was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His glasses were thrown on the table, and a few strands of his hair were disheveled.

His lips were covered in Su Feiyan's lipstick, making him look exactly like a pretty boy who had been ravaged by a rich woman.

Su Feiyan looked down at him and licked the residue from the corner of her mouth.

Then, she grabbed Lu Li's still mischievous hand and pulled it out of her cheongsam.

"How does it feel?"

She asked.

Lu Li swallowed hard, feeling like his throat was on fire.

"slip……"

Su Feiyan gave a soft snort.

She picked up a wet wipe from the table and slowly wiped the sweat from Lu Li's hands.

"I've got it."

"If those hands dared to..."

"snort!"

Lu Li shivered.

"No, no!"

"These hands are already in your shape!"

Su Feiyan nodded in satisfaction.

She helped Lu Li put his gold-rimmed glasses back on and straightened his tie.

"Let's go."

She turned around and took Lu Li's arm.

This time.

Instead of walking in front like a queen, she clung to Lu Li.

Her soft breasts pressed against Lu Li's arm without reservation.

The two were dressed in different colors, one in black and one in red.

I walked out of the dressing room.

All that was left was a room full of stylists, their faces flushed and their worldviews shattered.

……

Urban villages in Jianghai City.

This is the dark side of this bustling city.

Sewage flowed freely, and electrical wires were tangled overhead like spider webs.

In a rented room of less than ten square meters, the air was filled with a strange smell of instant noodles mixed with mold.

Ye Fan lay on the dilapidated wooden bed.

His right leg was still in a thick cast, hanging in mid-air.

The bruises on his face hadn't faded yet, he was missing a front tooth, and his speech was a little lisp.

With such a handsome face, who would have thought that he was the once mighty Dragon King?

Ye Fan held tightly to his old Nokia phone, which was his encrypted private line.

"Wind Guardian".

Ye Fan's voice was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Your subordinate is here!"

A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Tonight's Golden Dome Auction."

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, and because he used too much force, he aggravated the wound on the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp in pain.

"You can handle the other good things, but the last stone is the best you can take care of."

"No matter the cost."

"We must take it!"

"As long as I get it, my leg will heal immediately, and my skills will greatly improve!"

"At that time..."

A frenzied killing intent flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.

He looked through the greasy window at the towering cloud-top villa in the distance.

It was as if he could see the woman he hated to the core, and the pretty boy who had humiliated him.

"Su Feiyan".

"Lu Li".

"You two are a pair of adulterers."

"Just you wait."

"Wait for the day when I, Ye Fanlong, return to the sea."

"I'm going to expose you, Su Feiyan, you bitch, right in front of Lu Li..."

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Ye Fan tossed his phone aside and stared at the yellowish water stains on the ceiling.

He reached out and scratched it; it was a little itchy.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

His mind was filled with thoughts of tonight's auction, his chance to turn things around.

He just didn't know that.

now.

A black Maybach was carrying the man he hated to the core and the woman he longed for.

They are heading towards the auction.