Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Stepping out of the clubhouse, a night breeze blew, slightly dispelling the heat and noise of the banquet hall.

Just as Lu Jingxiu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He casually took it out and opened it.

It was Li Qingqing; the message was just two words: "Help!!"

Lu Jingxiu's brows immediately furrowed.

What's going on? What is Li Qingqing up to? Wasn't she just by Fu Xingzhou's side in the banquet hall? How long has it been?

Okay, I'll go take a look. I also need to ask Lu Na about something.

Thinking of this, Lu Jingxiu turned around and walked back to the club.

He returned to the banquet hall and scanned the crowd.

The celebrities who had gathered around earlier tried to get closer, but he blocked them with a cold look. He looked around but couldn't find Fu Xingzhou and Li Qingqing.

Where did those two people go?

His gaze fell on the corner.

Chu Jin sat there alone, with several empty wine bottles in front of her.

She kept her head down, her long hair falling down to cover half of her face. From the moment An Xuanye entered until he left, she seemed to have been sitting in this corner the whole time, without moving.

As for Fu Xingzhou's whereabouts, the female supporting character who has been paying close attention to him must know.

Lu Jingxiu walked over and tapped on the table in front of her: "Miss Chu, have you seen Fu Xingzhou and Li Qingqing?"

Chu Jin slowly raised her head.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she was clearly drunk, even her focus was a little off.

She transmigrated, becoming the villainous female supporting character with the same name in a novel.

From Chu Jin's perspective: his eyes were blurry with drunkenness, as if a filter had been added, making the face of this man named Lu Jingxiu seem unreal. His eyebrows and eyes were truly deep-set, his nose was high and straight, and his gaze was cold, almost as if he wasn't looking at a living person. His lips were very thin, his jawline looked like it had been carved with a knife, and the corners of his lips were beautiful, with a slight pursing angle. He stood there looking down at Chu Jin, as if he were glancing at some piece of trash on the ground...

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin simply shook her head blankly, then raised her glass, took a sip of wine, and lowered her head again.

She is still reeling from the shock of transmigrating into the body of a villainous female supporting character.

"Stupid woman, truly worthy of being a supporting character," Lu Jingxiu said, looking at her with a sneer. "She got slapped, and besides hiding away and drinking herself into oblivion, she did absolutely nothing."

He shook his head, too lazy to waste any more words with her, stood up, and turned to leave.

Anyway, she's drunk, so even if I yell at her, it's hard to say whether she'll even hear me.

From Chu Jin's perspective: his voice was low and slightly hoarse, not loud but clear like a thin blade, his tone indifferent, as if he couldn't even be bothered to be sarcastic. She should have been angry; anyone with self-respect would have been. But she found herself just standing there, frozen, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on her wine glass. If he had yelled at her, she could have stood up defensively, but his tone was like he was evaluating a product that wasn't worth returning. It was strange; she should hate him…

Meanwhile, Lu Jingxiu went directly to the club's manager: "Where did Fu Xingzhou and his female companion go?"

The person in charge recognized Lu Jingxiu and immediately became extremely respectful: "Young Master Lu, please wait a moment, I'll have someone check the surveillance footage right away."

He turned around and gave a few instructions. Less than two minutes later, he quickly returned with a subtle expression on his face: "Young Master Lu, we found out that President Fu and his female companion did not leave the club."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "On the tenth floor... room 1001."

Lu Jingxiu's lips twitched.

The tenth floor? 1001? That's the luxury suite on the top floor of the club.

Is Fu Xingzhou... channeling the domineering CEO act, preparing to take matters into his own hands?

He turned his phone screen towards the person in charge, where the two words Li Qingqing had sent were displayed.

"Call two security guards," Lu Jingxiu put away his phone, "Come upstairs with me."

"Alright, Young Master Lu!" The person in charge felt a jolt when he saw the words "help".

He knew all too well what this information meant in this place, and he immediately agreed and turned to call for help.

But I couldn't help but silently mourn for that President Fu for a second.

Of all people to mess with, they had to provoke this Young Master Lu.

Otherwise, according to the club's usual rule of not interfering, they would absolutely not meddle in such private matters between guests.

The corridor on the tenth floor was covered with thick carpet, which absorbed all the sound of footsteps.

Li Qingqing felt extremely dizzy and weak in the legs. She was practically dragged into room 1001 by Fu Xingzhou, who half-carried and half-held her.

The door closed behind me.

Fu Xingzhou inserted the room card, and the lights in the room came on, casting an ambiguous glow over the entire room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling night view of the entire market, but Li Qingqing had no interest in appreciating it.

No...this is not right.

At the banquet, Fu Xingzhou clearly promised her to go back on her own.

He even smiled and told her to think it over carefully.

She thought everything was still on the familiar track.

By subtly maneuvering between the two men and leveraging the potential threat posed by Lu Jingxiu, she skillfully maneuvered to maximize her own interests and secure a safe retreat.

But why...everything changed after Lu Jingxiu and Fu Xingzhou exchanged a few whispered words?

Fu Xingzhou's eyes changed.

All that remained in his heart was a chilling possessiveness and an unwavering determination. He didn't give her any room to maneuver, and after An Xuanye left, he almost forcefully dragged her away from the banquet hall.

"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?" She frowned, trying to break free from his hand, but her arm was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

She was well aware of her alcohol tolerance.

She remained very restrained throughout the dinner, only drinking two glasses of champagne. Two glasses of champagne were definitely not enough to make her have trouble even standing.

Unless... there's something wrong with the wine.

And now, the increasingly obvious weakness and drowsiness in her body confirmed her worst suspicions.

Something was definitely added to the wine.

Regret instantly gripped her heart.

She was too confident and underestimated the bottom line of these men. She thought she was the one playing the game, but she didn't expect that the chessboard had already been overturned.

Li Qingqing raised her head, trying to discern something from Fu Xingzhou's face.

But Fu Xingzhou didn't look at her. He simply let go of her arm, walked to the small bar in the center of the room, picked up a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured the wine into two glasses.

"Drink this," he said, handing one of the glasses over, "to sober up."

"I don't want to drink anymore," Li Qingqing declined. "Mr. Fu, I'm a little tired. I'll head home first tonight. Didn't you say I could go home by myself?"

Fu Xingzhou acted as if he hadn't heard her and directly fed her the wine.

The rim of the glass touched her lips, and a few drops of the icy liquor splashed out, sliding down her chin and into the fabric of her collar.

"Fu Xingzhou!" she raised her voice, but because of the effects of the drug, it sounded more like a soft, reproachful scolding.

Fu Xingzhou finally smiled.

That smile carried a kind of unbridled arrogance she had never seen before.

Li Qingqing was pinned to the bed by him, her head spinning, and the whole room seemed to be spinning.

She heard Fu Xingzhou chuckle in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Qingqing, listen outside. Where's your Young Master Lu? Does he even care about you?"

Li Qingqing gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Fortunately, she had prepared a message in Lu Jingxiu's chat box beforehand, just in case.

She clicked send while she was in the elevator.

Fu Xingzhou sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

The medication has begun to take effect.

Her originally fair cheeks were flushed, like ripe peaches, tempting to be picked.

Those clear, beautiful eyes were now veiled with a misty haze, their focus blurred, and their long eyelashes trembled helplessly.

The light blue dress she changed into had its hem rolled up a bit, revealing her long, beautiful legs tightly encased in stockings.

Fu Xingzhou's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Without further hesitation, his tall body covered her directly.

His hot breath sprayed on Li Qingqing's forehead. She smelled his perfume, the scent of red wine, and that aura that made her scalp tingle.

"No...no, Fu Xingzhou, let me go..." She turned her face away from his lips, pushing him away with all her might, but her arms were weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Isn't it a bit too late to say no now?" His voice was deep, his breath hot against her earlobe. "Li Qingqing, I gave you a chance, but you... refused to listen and are now facing the consequences."

Her skirt was lifted, and the cool air touched her skin, sending a shiver of fear through her.