Is my roommate a caged bird? I'm stealing her away.

Zhou Suisui's heart was pounding, but she didn't let go. She tiptoed, leaned close to his ear, and spoke clearly and fluently in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Mr. Chen, my price is higher than Lin Xiao's."

She felt the muscles in his wrist tense up slightly for a moment.

This subtle reaction gave her the courage to continue. She took a deep breath and, word by word, sent the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind, words that made her so ashamed she wanted to curl her toes, into his ears:

"I'm younger than her, prettier than her, and have a better figure. I learn very quickly; whatever you like, I can learn it."

She paused for a second, her cheeks burning hot, but her voice remained steady:

"I am very clean."

After saying the last few words, she almost immediately let go of his hand, took a half step back, and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at his expression.

Time seemed to stand still around us.

She could feel Chen Boxu's gaze on her face, and a few seconds later, she heard him chuckle very softly.

It wasn't a joyful laugh; it was more like a confirmation.

"The address is on the business card," he repeated, his tone unchanged. "Don't be late."

This time he stepped away.

Zhou Suisui watched his retreating figure, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

The business cards those men gave her earlier—General Manager Wu, Manager Zhao, General Manager Sun, and Mr. Zheng—are now soaking in the liquor like trash.

The business card Chen Boxu gave her was now stuck to her chest.

This realization brought her to her senses.

She suddenly looked up and saw Chen Boxu's retreating figure, and almost ran after him.

"Mr. Chen!"

Her voice sounded exceptionally clear in the empty hallway.

Chen Boxu stopped and turned around.

Zhou Suisui ran up to him, slightly out of breath. She looked at him, her eyes shining brightly under the light.

"Can you take me away now?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, but more so with a resolute determination. "I'm here... and no one dares to come near me."

She was telling the truth. After Mr. Zheng was called away, no one looked in her direction again. Everyone seemed to tacitly avoid that corner.

Chen Boxu looked at her without saying a word.

His gaze slowly swept across her face, over her flushed cheeks, over her tightly pursed lips, and finally landed on her chest.

The business card he had just put in was still there.

"The reason," he said, his voice still calm.

Zhou Suisui bit her lower lip, looked up at him directly, and said, "Don't you dislike others getting close to me?"

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear: "Mr. Zheng and the others... were you the one who had them asked to leave, right? I can tell."

Chen Boxu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Zhou Suisui continued, her voice now carrying a hint of desperation: "Since you've already... already come to this point," she unconsciously touched her collar, the business card digging into it, "then what's the point of me staying here now? I can't explain this to Senior Wang either."

She said that last sentence with some difficulty. In fact, she didn't want to explain at all, but she needed a realistic reason that could convince him.

Chen Boxu looked at her in silence.

His gaze was so intense that Zhou Suisui almost couldn't bear to look away. But she forced herself to look at him, her nails digging into her palms, using the pain to maintain her composure.

A few seconds later, Chen Boxu nodded slightly.

"Wait for me at the door," he said, then turned and went back into the banquet hall.

Zhou Suisui was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant. She watched him walk towards the small group where Senior Wang was, and saw him stop in front of Senior Wang and say something briefly.

She couldn't hear what was being said because of the distance, but she could see Wang Xuechang's expression freeze for a moment, then quickly put on a smile and nod repeatedly.

Chen Boxu didn't linger; after speaking, he turned and walked towards her.

As he passed by her, he didn't stop, only casually tossing out, "Let's go."

Zhou Suisui immediately followed.

The high heels clicked crisply and quickly on the marble floor. She almost had to jog to keep up with his pace.

At the hotel entrance, a black car was already parked at the bottom of the steps. The driver stood beside the car and, seeing them come out, respectfully opened the back door.

Chen Boxu gestured for her to get in the car first.

Zhou Suisui bent down and sat down, her velvet skirt brushing against the leather seat. Chen Boxu then got in and closed the car door.

The carriage fell silent instantly, shutting out all outside noise.

Zhou Suisui sat stiffly, her hands resting on her knees, her fingertips icy cold. She didn't know where to look, her gaze drifting to the rapidly receding street scene outside the car window.

"Address," Chen Boxu began.

Zhou Suisui bit her lower lip. A few seconds later, she gave an address, not a shared apartment.

She took out her phone, and the screen's light illuminated the dimly lit carriage.

His finger hovered over Liu Weiwei's chat box, as if he were pondering something, then he typed:

Sui Sui: Wei Wei, are you home?

She sent the message and held her breath, waiting.

A few seconds later, the reply came:

Weiwei: Yes. What's wrong?

Zhou Suisui's fingertips trembled as she continued typing:

Sui Sui: Can I stay at your place for one night? I'm not going back to my apartment tonight.

Weiwei: ? The party's over? Senior Wang is seeing you off?

Sui Sui: It's not Senior Wang. It's... someone else.

After typing those words, Zhou Suisui paused for a long time. She could feel Chen Boxu's steady breathing beside her, but his eyes were closed, as if he were asleep, or as if he knew everything.

She took a deep breath and continued typing:

Sui Sui: A very important person. I'm in the car now, he's giving me a ride, but... I don't want to go to the place he arranged, and I don't want to go back to my apartment.

send.

Sui Sui: Wei Wei, please, don't ask too many questions. I'm so confused right now.

send.

A few seconds later, I received a reply.

Weiwei: Okay. Call me when we arrive.

Zhou Suisui turned off her phone screen and gripped it tightly in her hand.

Half an hour later

Zhou Suisui pushed open the car door, and the night wind rushed in. She hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car, then turned her head to look inside.

Chen Boxu kept his eyes closed, his profile resembling a cold, hard sculpture in the dim light.

"Mr. Chen," she said softly, "see you tomorrow."

She paused for a few seconds, her nails digging into her palms, her voice even lower:

"What I said in the banquet hall just now... I'm not usually that kind of person."

Chen Boxu opened his eyes and his gaze fell on her face.

Zhou Suisui almost immediately wanted to run away. How stupid! What's the point of such an explanation?

"The address is on the business card," he said calmly. "Don't be late."

Zhou Suisui nodded, not daring to look at him again, and turned to walk quickly towards the building entrance.

The car door closed, and Chen Boxu watched the fleeing figure.

The black velvet dress clung to her waist and hips, the fabric stretching out in full curves with her hurried steps. Her waist was incredibly slender, her hips round and pert, and the slender, beautiful lines of her calves were visible beneath the hem of the dress.

Just now in the banquet hall, when he bent down to put his business card on her collar, his fingertips brushed against the warm skin below her collarbone.

She was wearing a conservative square neckline, but when she bent over, the neckline opened slightly, revealing the full outline of her chest, which softly supported the fabric.

A very young body. Firm, voluptuous, with a touch of naivety from inexperience.

Completely different from Lin Xiao's overly slender, pale beauty with almost no curves.

"I'm not usually that kind of person."

Her earlier defense still echoed in her ears. Her voice trembled, and her face turned bright red.

really interesting.

She could be so open about promoting herself in the banquet hall, but now she wants to pretend to be a good girl again.

Who is she putting on this for? For him? Or for herself?

Chen Boxu leaned back in his seat, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.

Actions speak louder than words.

The car slowly drove away from the residential area.

Chen Boxu took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Eva," he began, "tomorrow night at eight, same place. Prepare to the highest standards."

He hung up the phone and looked out at the flowing night.

That face was indeed beautiful, with large eyes, full lips, and a moist look in her eyes when she looked at people, like a frightened little animal. She also had a good figure, with large breasts and a slim waist; she had everything she should have.

Better than Lin Xiao.

It's also more interesting than Lin Xiao...