A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

"What? Mr. Jiang, you... haven't given up yet?"

Zhou Rong watched Jiang Ye take off his shirt, scoffed disdainfully, tapped his cigar lightly against the rim of the ashtray, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Of course, if Mr. Jiang wishes to continue, I, Zhou, am happy to oblige. However... simply taking off your shirt might not be enough, would it? These pants... hehe..."

"Sigh... Uncle Zhou, look at you, you're forcing me to become a hooligan, aren't you?"

Jiang Ye sighed softly, his face filled with "being forced into a corner" and "the world is going to the dogs".

He rubbed his face vigorously, as if he were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

After a long while, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly turned his gaze to the woman in his arms who clearly sensed something was wrong and had begun to twist and struggle:

"Miss Lu, rest assured, I may not have many other redeeming qualities, but I have extremely high moral standards and would never do anything indecent to you..."

He paused, his tone extremely sincere:

"...Uh, well, lift your butt up a bit, I'm taking off my pants."

"???"

Lu Man almost laughed out of anger when she heard the other party's contradictory and outrageous words.

Having worked in bars for so many years, she had seen plenty of shameless men.

Some people pretend to be crazy after drinking too much, some think that all women in the world should throw themselves at them because they are rich, and some even go out to hunt for women after getting married, and can still say "she is my cousin" without batting an eye when caught by their wives.

But she had never seen anyone as shameless as the guy in front of her.

Is this even human language?

One minute you're saying you have high moral standards, the next you're about to take your pants off?

Even if you're a prostitute trying to maintain a virtuous image, you can't have sex with someone while you're having an affair, right?

Was it synchronized directly?

"Young Master Jiang! I..."

Lu Man took a deep breath, frantically searching her mind for a solution, while simultaneously putting on a charming smile and whispering in Jiang Ye's ear:

"How about... how about we go to the room first? Just the two of us, and have a proper talk? If you really want to... it's not entirely impossible to discuss, but... just don't do it in front of this old pervert, okay?"

She really didn't want to stay there any longer.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Jiang Ye—although that bastard was an abstract figure, after their two previous encounters, she had a rough idea of ​​his methods and knew that he was unlikely to actually resort to force.

What she was afraid of was the old man across from her.

For some reason, the middle-aged man named Zhou Rong gave her an extremely dangerous feeling.

It wasn't the kind of street thug-style tantrums and violence, but something deeper and colder, like a venomous snake coiled in the shadows, ready to spring up at any moment.

Her intuition told her that the longer she stayed in this room, the less safe she would be.

"hehe......"

Jiang Ye first gave Zhou Rong a憨厚 smile that said, "Look, she's shy," and then, while lifting his buttocks to pull down his pants, he also lowered his voice:

"Don't worry, Xiao Lu, I know what I'm doing! Everything's under control!"

"...?"

The moment Lu Man heard the word "measure," she felt the other person wriggle a few times under the covers, and then—a pair of jeans was pulled out from the gap in the covers and piled up with the short-sleeved shirt from before.

And her thighs, clad in black stockings, were pressed firmly against a warm, realistic patch of skin.

The other person was only wearing underwear under their pants!

"No, brother, you're being too forward..."

"Hehe, Mr. Jiang, why are you the one who took it off yourself?"

Zhou Rong exhaled another smoke ring, his tone playful:

"Miss Lu, don't you need to take your clothes off? Wearing so much clothing for this kind of thing... isn't that inappropriate?"

"well--!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, his face filled with the bitterness of "why are you forcing me so hard?"

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Lu Man, seemingly doing some kind of difficult mental preparation.

However, just a few seconds later, his expression turned serious, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Lu Man didn't understand the previous encrypted call, but this time, she understood completely from the look in his eyes.

It can be summed up in four words: national righteousness and family responsibility.

"Miss Lu! Uncle Zhou is right! Who does this kind of thing without taking off their clothes?!"

Jiang Ye's voice suddenly rose, becoming so righteous and indignant that it was as if he were not undressing a woman, but undertaking a great cause concerning the survival of the nation:

"If we're going to prove our sincerity, then we need to be completely open and honest! Miss Lu, I know you're shy, but... for the sake of the bigger picture! Please understand!"

A thousand words flashed in his eyes, hesitant to speak, but his hands moved swiftly—before Lu Man was completely bewildered and had even reacted, he quickly unbuttoned the little uniform she was wearing, hooked and tugged with his fingers, and threw the coat directly out from under the covers.

"Clatter".

The coat lay on the carpet, silently telling of its owner's helplessness.

"Young Master Jiang! Please don't..."

"Oh? Mr. Jiang is quite quick. He must be a man who understands romance."

Zhou Rong chuckled and sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, held a cigar in one hand, and rested the other on his knee, watching the farce with amusement.

"But... is that all? Just taking off your coat? What about your skirt? Mr. Jiang, isn't this a bit too much of a discount on your sincerity?"

"???"

Lu Man's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition surged into her mind.

"well--!"

Jiang Ye sighed a second time, a tragic glint flashing in his eyes once more: "Miss Lu! For the greater good! For the sake of millions of people! I can only ask you to make this sacrifice!" Then...

With a forceful pull of his thighs, he lifted her slightly from under the covers, his hands reaching out from beneath the blankets to precisely touch the zipper and waist buckle of her skirt.

"No?! Wait a minute! Let's go back to our room first! Young Master Jiang, I have something to tell you! It's very important!"

Lu Man was genuinely stunned and struggled frantically with her hands and feet. Unfortunately, the other person moved too quickly; she only felt her body being lifted upwards, her hips slightly raised, and her legs gently lowered...

Jiang Ye had already pulled the fitted pencil skirt out of the blanket and casually tossed it onto his coat.

"Um?"

Zhou Rong raised an eyebrow in surprise as he watched the short skirt being flung out.

He originally thought that the young policewoman would start to strongly resist after taking off her coat, and even take the opportunity to have a big argument with the boy to end the matter.

I never expected the other person to cooperate to this extent, even taking off her skirt?

but......

He looked at Lu Man's face, which was clearly on the verge of breaking down, and couldn't help but smile to himself.

Tsk, looks like this young policewoman is having a bit too much to handle.

You can't even endure this little hardship, yet you want to capture Zhou Rong?

Daydreaming!

"Well done! Mr. Jiang is indeed a young and charming man. Although I can't see anything, I still can't help but feel a longing..."

He clapped his hands with a forced smile, deciding to add fuel to the fire and push the play to its climax:

"However... Miss Lu still seems a little reserved. It's been so long, and the two of you haven't... touched skin yet, have you? This inevitably makes one wonder about Miss Lu's true identity."