Master Pei! Don't force yourself into a circle that doesn't want you to.

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The lights in the presidential suite were dimly lit, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. In July, even at night, the air was stiflingly hot. At two in the morning, the hour and minute hands intertwined, making a rhythmic "thump-thump-thump" sound.

"Damn it!" Shen Jicheng cursed, his lips bitten until they were bright red. He couldn't tell if he had bitten them himself or if someone else had done it.

At this moment, he wished he could kneel down and beg for mercy. He begged time to stop, begged time to stop ticking. He would never admit, no matter what, that he had given too much of the dosage.

However, after he actually knelt down, before he could even speak, he felt his legs go weak, and he realized that he was a spineless coward.

"..."

Shen Jicheng finally couldn't hold back his emotions any longer. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and he mentally cursed the man's ancestors for eighteen generations. Clenching his teeth, he kept encouraging himself.

It's okay. For the sake of a free and unrestrained life in the future, just bear with it.

He endured and endured... until finally, Shen Jicheng felt dizzy and lightheaded, his arms went limp, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Before he passed out, he vaguely thought: Now things should finally calm down, right?

The next second, the world spun around.

Shen Jicheng was awakened by a nightmare.

It felt as if every bone in his body had been disassembled and reassembled, and the pain made him gasp for breath as he struggled to open his eyes.

Then I was so scared I almost jumped out of bed.

Before him stood a strange, sleeping face. The man's features were hard and cold, with sharp brow bones, a high nose, and thin lips; to be honest, he was indeed strikingly handsome. But Shen Jicheng had no time to appreciate it; he raised his hand to slap that face.

Five pills. A full five pills.

He had clearly inquired and learned that the third young master of the Pei family was only twenty-two years old, just like him, young and vigorous, and should be easy to catch. But this guy in front of him... he didn't look like he was in his early twenties at all!

Forget it, let's run first.

He endured the aches and pains all over his body and got up. He found the torn clothes on the floor and then rummaged through the corner to find the pants. Just as he was about to put them on, a sudden idea flashed into his mind.

No, we can't just leave like this.

Novels always write it like this: after a one-night stand, a token must be left behind. This way, the male protagonist can use the token to find the female protagonist, and the story can continue to develop.

He also needs to leave a token!

In the corridor, Song Yiyang had been waiting all night. Seeing Shen Jicheng limping out, he quickly went to greet him, "My ancestor! You've finally come out! I've been keeping watch here all night!"

Shen Jicheng rubbed his sore neck, put his arm around Song Yiyang's shoulder, and grimaced as he moved away. "Don't worry. Once I get close to the third young master of the Pei family, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and never have to live at the mercy of others again."

As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it over, "Here, I took it from Young Master Pei's wallet. Go get something good to eat first."

Song Yiyang took it, muttering, "I'm really going all out this time. If my dad finds out I secretly put you in there, he'll skin me alive."

"Hey—what did I drop?"

Song Yiyang stopped and bent down to pick up a card that had slipped out of the banknotes. He turned it over and looked at it. Instantly, his hands began to tremble, and his face turned ashen.

"Dude, we're done for."

"You slept with the wrong person!"

Shen Jicheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"Do you know who you slept with? Pei Lin, also known as Second Master Pei. Ruthless, capricious, and even sent his own elder brother to prison, he is the head of the Hua Jin Group, feared throughout the entire City A."

Shen Jicheng's smile froze instantly. He took a deep breath and said, "Farewell!"

"You come back here!" Song Yiyang grabbed him, exasperated.

"If you run away now, you'll be in even worse shape when he finds out! Your only way out is to make him unable to resist you!"

Shen Jicheng paused, as if... that made sense?

Since he's already asleep, we can't just let him sleep for nothing, can we?

"Besides," Song Yiyang lowered his voice, "think about it, if you latch onto this powerful figure, would your older brother still dare to yell at you?"

"You still dare to scold and punish me?"

Shen Jicheng's eyes instantly changed, a gleam of eager anticipation flashing within them. That makes sense. If he could successfully latch onto Pei Lin's coattails, would his brother dare to arbitrarily suspend his credit card? Would he stop giving him money?

Wouldn't that mean you could do whatever you want? Get whatever you want?

"Okay!" Let's do it!

"By the way, did you leave him your contact information?" Song Yiyang asked him curiously.

"Leaving contact information is so tacky! Besides, leaving contact information is just blatantly telling people this was premeditated, isn't it?" Shen Jicheng confidently tilted his head back.

"Don't worry, I left a token. It's not too obvious, but he can still find me easily!"

Song Yiyang felt relieved, but couldn't help asking curiously, "A token? What token?"

In a hotel suite.

The morning light streamed in through the French windows, illuminating the messy room clearly.

The man, dressed in a black bathrobe, walked to the sofa, his dark, thin phoenix eyes sweeping across the floor. He reached out and used two fingers to hook up the light pink ( ) trousers, his expression unreadable.

The dozen or so bodyguards standing around all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Assistant Zhang Xu's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he carefully chose his words before speaking.

"Mr. Pei... the hotel's security cameras were broken last night, and we can't find any records."

"The door lock has been checked, and there are no signs of forced entry."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, "Also... there was a significant amount of... drug... in the water you drank."

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A cold laugh lightly broke the silence.

His thin lips parted slightly, uttering a few cold, piercing words.

"act recklessly."

His gaze returned to the pink underwear, and a slow, gentle smile curved his lips. The smile was subtle, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.

Zhang Xu hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "President Pei, should I find the person?" Who on earth had the audacity to drug their President Pei? They must be tired of living.

Pei Lin casually tossed the pink lace panties he was holding onto the bed, his voice indifferent and somewhat nonchalant.

"No need to look for him, he'll come to you."

"I'll be waiting."