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

Shen Jicheng lay sprawled on the bar, idly fiddling with the dice in front of him, looking sullen. Song Yiyang sat beside him, clutching a bottle of liquor, and was utterly astonished after hearing his account of what had happened.

"Really? Pei Lin really said that?" Song Yiyang's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Then what are you unhappy about? He trusts you so much now, isn't that a good thing?"

Shen Jicheng took a swig of wine in frustration, scratched his hair in annoyance, and said, "I can't really explain it."

When Pei Lin didn't believe him, he hoped Pei Lin would believe him. But now that Pei Lin really did believe him, he felt strangely uneasy, as if something was wrong, like a thorn stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down.

Song Yiyang handed over the watch and advised,

"You've seen the test results; this watch does indeed only send location data after triggering the alarm. Pei Lin is telling the truth, so don't worry about it. This is a good thing; at least he didn't suspect you."

Shen Jicheng remained silent.

It was precisely because the watch had been tested and found to be perfectly fine that he felt so agitated. The more honest Pei Lin was with him, the more he felt like he was putting on a show that was bound to be exposed sooner or later. He put his feet on the low table and listlessly fiddled with the silver watch. The silver dial reflected fragments of light under the lamplight, illuminating his slightly furrowed brows.

Song Yiyang and Shen Jicheng have been friends for many years. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, he simply snapped his fingers and summoned a row of male models.

Several shirtless men lined up in front of Shen Jicheng, their abs clearly defined, their shoulders broad and waists narrow. Under the interplay of light and shadow, they were quite a sight to behold.

Shen Jicheng raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Yiyang with a sly look. "Don't you know what my status is now? You still dare to give me male models?" If Pei Lin found out, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

Song Yiyang shrugged nonchalantly, "So what? You didn't sleep with them! It was just touching their abs, nothing more than moving your hands!"

Shen Jicheng remained silent.

"You can't just give up the whole forest for Pei Lin, can you? That's not like you." Song Yiyang leaned closer and lowered his voice. "If you ask me, you should just add Pei Lin to your harem."

Shen Jicheng hesitated for a moment, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over those abdominal muscles.

"Besides," Song Yiyang patted his shoulder, "this is the most secretive entertainment venue—Full Moon. Even if he were Pei Lin, there's no way he could find out where this place is."

These words completely shattered Shen Jicheng's last line of defense. He swallowed hard, raised his chin towards the row of male models, and said, "I want number three, number five, and number twelve."

Song Yiyang chuckled and whispered mysteriously in his ear, "Let me tell you, since you haven't been here for a while, a lot of new things to do have been added."

Shen Jicheng glanced at him warily. "Playing around is fine, but nothing else. I don't want to get sick." Touching is enough; any real physical contact is out of the question.

"Don't worry!"

As dusk falls, the nightlife in City A is just beginning.

When Shen Jicheng emerged from the full moon, his mood had noticeably improved. Song Yiyang, standing beside him, proudly raised his chin, "I told you! It's hard not to be happy here! Feeling much better now?"

Shen Jicheng nodded. "Not bad." Before he could finish speaking, he bumped into someone walking in.

He stumbled backward from the impact, clutching his forehead, and glared back, frowning. "Can't you watch where you're going?!"

In the instant he looked up, he met a pair of brown eyes. The man before him wore a deep purple suit, exuding an air of aloofness and coldness. A smile graced his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I bumped into you by accident. Please forgive me."

The moment Shen Jicheng saw who it was, he was speechless.

Song Yiyang, who was standing to the side, also fell silent.

Coincidentally, they knew the person in front of them: Pei Shuli, the third young master of the Pei family.

That was also the target of Shen Jicheng's drugging.

It has to be said that the Pei family has really good genes. He only came up with this idea because Pei Shuli was good-looking, but who knew that by some twist of fate, he slept with the wrong person.

Shen Jicheng's lips twitched, and he forced an awkward smile before grabbing Song Yiyang's arm and turning to run.

After he left, Pei Shuli's smile gradually faded, and he spoke in a cold tone, "Is he the one next to Pei Lin?"

His subordinate bowed respectfully, "Yes, Third Young Master."

Pei Shuli's lips curved into a smile. He looked up at the magnificent, golden signboard, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes.

"How interesting that we ended up here."

"What does the Third Young Master mean?"

Pei Shuli's smile deepened. "It seems... we should go and pay a visit to Second Brother."

Shen Jicheng grabbed Song Yiyang and hurriedly ran out of the gate. He then paced anxiously back and forth under a large tree, muttering to himself.

"Oh no, oh no, I've run into Pei Lin's brother! What am I going to do?! Will Pei Shuli tell Pei Lin I'm here?"

If Pei Lin finds out, he'll definitely be thrown into a snake pit!

Song Yiyang was also somewhat worried, but he patted Shen Jicheng on the shoulder, "Don't think too badly of things. Everyone knows that Pei Shuli and Pei Lin have always been at odds, how could he possibly tell Pei Lin?"

"What if?" Shen Jicheng asked, frowning.

There's always a chance of something going wrong.

Song Yiyang pondered for a moment, "If something really does happen... just play the victim. Pei Lin trusts you so much now, how could he possibly believe the enemy instead of his own partner?"

Shen Jicheng pondered for a while and also felt that it made sense. Anyway, Pei Lin hadn't sent anyone to monitor him, so he could completely shirk his responsibility. Thinking this way, he felt much more at ease.

"That's true... I have no grudge against Pei Shuli, so I doubt he'd be that bored?"

However, sometimes, Shen Jicheng had to admit that there were indeed some rather boring people in this world.

In the days that followed, Shen Jicheng lived a very comfortable life.

Pei Lin didn't send anyone to follow him, nor did he inquire about his whereabouts anymore. He went wherever he wanted, doing whatever he found fun. Occasionally, Pei Lin would casually ask, "Where did you go today?" He would give a perfunctory answer, saying he played billiards or games, never mentioning the full moon.

He was so engrossed in his fun that he barely wanted to return to the Shen family home. His second brother asked Song Yiyang to tell him to be careful and get away as soon as possible, but he only gave a perfunctory reply and then forgot about it.

Pei Lin is in danger, should he leave as soon as possible? In his view, as long as the sky hasn't fallen, he can still enjoy himself a little longer. After all, he's never enjoyed a life like this before, with money and freedom at his disposal. He has to live life to the fullest before Pei Lin gets tired of him!

However, the good times did not last long.

On a sunny afternoon, an unexpected guest arrived at Beishan Villa.