The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Song Yunqi rested one hand on the edge of his trouser pocket, his leather shoes making a rhythmic sound on the smooth asphalt. Hearing Meng Zhaoyuan's sigh, he turned his head, his eyes slightly raised, his features captivating yet indifferent.

"A little thing that's obedient and you like can get a little more attention."

Song Yunqi opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

He pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it, his nonchalant tone suggesting he was genuinely discussing a casually purchased, exquisite item.

Meng Zhaoyuan tightened his grip on the steering wheel in the driver's seat, his face appearing somewhat gloomy in the dim light of the car, but he said nothing and silently started the car.

As soon as the car drove out of the underground parking garage and came to a steady stop on the side of the road, Shen Chonglu strode over.

He had changed out of the tight three-piece suit he wore during the day and into a very simple black sports jacket.

Her long, slender neck stretched out in a beautiful line, the zipper open, revealing a close-fitting pure black T-shirt underneath, and loose-fitting cargo pants in the same color.

His once meticulously combed hair now hung loosely over his forehead, swaying slightly with his steps, exuding a wild and flamboyant youthful hormone.

"Mr. Song, let me drive."

Shen Chonglu walked to the passenger side and smiled at Song Yunqi through the lowered car window.

He smiled with his eyes crinkling, like a simple, innocent boy with no guile whatsoever, leaving no room for criticism.

Song Yunqi turned to look at Meng Zhaoyuan.

Meng Zhaoyuan immediately understood, took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, got out and sat in the back seat, giving up the driver's seat.

Shen Chonglu took a long stride and naturally got into the driver's seat.

He adjusted the seat height, rubbed his large hands on the leather steering wheel, turned to the side to pull the seatbelt, and almost bumped his sturdy shoulder into Song Yunqi's arms.

"Mr. Song, this is the first time I've driven you around like this," Shen Chonglu said, leaning very close.

His breath carried a refreshing minty scent; he must have eaten some chewing gum a colleague had given him, which he then placed on Song Yunqi's ear, tickling her.

"Stop talking nonsense and drive." Song Yunqi pushed him away with a finger on his shoulder, but a barely perceptible smile appeared in her eyes.

The car drove towards the club in the East District.

Watching the two people in the front seat interact as if no one else was around, Meng Zhaoyuan, sitting in the back seat, felt a tightness in his chest.

He tried to find topics to chat with Song Yunqi, but every time he started to say something, Shen Chonglu would always interrupt with a joke to take over the conversation and make Song Yunqi's attention fall back on him.

The open and covert confrontations unfolded fiercely in the cramped carriage until the car came to a stop in the club's underground parking lot.

This newly opened private club offers a high degree of privacy and operates on a strict membership system.

The manager personally led the three into the innermost VIP room.

In the center of the room stands a valuable Star brand snooker table, its dark green velvet surface exuding a luxurious feel under the sophisticated shadowless lamps.

Meng Zhaoyuan had been here a few times before, and the manager knew his habits, so without waiting for instructions, he directly arranged for two assistant coaches to come in and set up the ball and keep score.

Not long after, two young teaching assistants in work clothes entered the private room. One of the boys looked up and saw Meng Zhaoyuan's face, and paused slightly.

This teaching assistant, named A-Xuan, had a brief affair with Meng Zhaoyuan.

Strictly speaking, he was kept by Meng Zhaoyuan for two months.

Meng Zhaoyuan was always generous, giving each of his lovers countless luxury goods and gifts. However, the novelty of the rich wore off too quickly. After Meng Zhaoyuan got tired of them, he left them with a hefty breakup fee and dumped them.

Ah Xuan was unwilling but helpless. Because he was used to spending money extravagantly, he quickly spent all his savings and eventually ended up working as an assistant coach at this high-end club.

But after being lazy for so long, he really couldn't stand the hardship of work, so he wanted to continue to be a sugar daddy and even more so to continue to cling to Meng Zhaoyuan. After all, handsome and rich sugar daddies are rare, and compared to the greasy and ugly old man, Meng Zhaoyuan was definitely the best choice.

So, during the subsequent ball placement and club cleaning, he would subtly move closer to Meng Zhaoyuan.

"Young Master Meng, would you like to use our newly arrived ebony wood poles?"

Ah-Xuan handed over the cue stick, and in the instant their fingertips crossed, her little finger lightly brushed against the man's palm—a very light movement, carrying an almost ingratiating probing.

Caught off guard, Meng Zhaoyuan jerked his hand back as if he had been burned.

His handsome face instantly turned extremely awkward, and he subconsciously glanced at Song Yunxi sitting on the sofa beside him. Trying desperately to create distance between himself and A-Xuan, he whispered:

"No need, any pole will do."

He didn't want to expose his ridiculous and shameful deeds to Song Yunxi, as it would only make him feel ashamed and he was even more afraid that Song Yunxi would develop a dislike for him because of it.

Although Song Yunxi always knew what kind of person he was.

However, Shen Chonglu, who was sitting to the side leisurely drinking soda water, saw the whole scene.

His intuition told him that there was definitely something fishy going on between the two of them.

Shen Chonglu's gaze swept over A Xuan's delicate face, and he raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement.

He vaguely noticed something interesting: the teaching assistant's facial features, especially his narrow eyes, bore a subtle resemblance to Song Yunqi.

Of course, A-Xuan, being so ordinary and common, could never compare to Song Yunqi's innate charm.

substitute?

Shen Chonglu sneered inwardly.

He turned his head to look at Song Yunqi and found that his sugar daddy was leaning back in his chair watching another assistant coach set up the ball, his long legs crossed, not even sparing a second glance at the "encounter with an ex" scene next to him.

"Mr. Song, let me help you put on your gloves."

Shen Chonglu snapped out of his reverie, knelt down beside the sofa, and gently lifted Song Yunqi's slightly cool wrist with his large hand.

He lowered his head and gently and meticulously folded up Song Yunqi's shirt cuffs twice, revealing a section of his beautifully shaped forearm, and then considerately put on a black three-finger glove for him.

Song Yunqi did not refuse and let him serve her. Then she stood up and reached out to take the golf club that Shen Chonglu handed over.

"Young Master Meng, let's start." Song Yunqi walked to the table tennis table.

Once they gripped the clubs, the two men displayed an extremely professional demeanor.

Billiards is also a form of social interaction, so their skills are all excellent. Basically, as long as they get the first move, they are the winners, and occasionally they can even make a beautiful 147 clear.

The cue ball rolled on the green velvet table, striking the colored balls with a crisp "snap" sound. The match was incredibly exciting and extremely entertaining.

Shen Chonglu stood to the side, his eyes practically glued to Song Yunqi.

He absolutely loved watching Song Yunqi's antics on stage.