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

"Snapped!"

Back home, Song Yunxi slapped him again. This time the slap was much weaker, but it was even crisper.

Shen Chonglu didn't even dare to dodge and had to endure it.

He let his cheeks swell and turn red, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Song Yunxi's wrist: "President Song, please let me explain, I didn't..."

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

As if she had been touched by something utterly disgusting, Song Yunxi suddenly took a big step back and slammed her back heavily against the wall.

He pointed his finger at Shen Chonglu's nose, his lips trembling violently, and even his voice changed tone: "Shen Chonglu, what do you take me for? Haven't I repeatedly warned you that you are not allowed to be entangled with other men and women during the term of the contract?"

"I said I didn't!"

Shen Chonglu, his neck stiff, was also getting angry, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His handsome face, which usually wore a carefree smile, was now swollen and flushed with a disheveled red from the two slaps.

"No?"

Song Yunqi laughed in anger. He stepped forward, his finger almost poking Shen Chonglu's nose. His chest heaved violently, and his black turtleneck sweater was askew from the tugging at the bar, revealing a small patch of his collarbone glistening with sweat.

"Shen Chonglu, do you take me for a blind man, or a three-year-old?"

"Who were those people just now? The second young master of the Zhou family, the only son of the Wang family, and the eldest grandson of the Li family."

"That's a notorious spoiled brat in Beijing's social circles. He's arrogant and doesn't even respect ordinary small company owners. How could you, a kept woman, possibly be on friendly terms with them?"

"What, has the scope of your services expanded so much now that you're even handling high-society social interactions?"

Shen Chonglu was completely speechless.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like a huge rock was stuck in his throat.

He couldn't very well reveal his true colors right now and tell Song Yunxi that he wasn't some gigolo selling himself, but the eldest son of the Shen family who had been at the top of the rich list for years.

He was taken abroad by his parents when he was young and didn't have many connections in Beijing's social circles.

That is, I spent some time in a prestigious private kindergarten when I was a child, and I was classmates with those lawless rich kids in the bar for two years. That's how we became friends.

According to the Shen family's original plan, he was to take over the overseas conglomerate in North America after graduation, and his connections, circles, and influence were all overseas.

But there are always people you can't let go of.

That was Song Yunxi.

Shen Chonglu closed his eyes, and an afternoon from more than ten years ago flashed through his mind inappropriately.

He was only six years old then, visiting the Lu family's old residence with his father. The adults were discussing business collaborations worth billions in the tea room, but he found it boring and ran off to play in the somewhat desolate old oak forest behind the Lu family's house.

As a result, he mischievously climbed a tree, but because he was afraid of heights, he clung to the trunk and cried loudly, unable to get down no matter what he did.

Just as he was crying with tears streaming down his face, a handsome older brother in a white school uniform walked by.

The older brother, who was only about ten years old, had a calm and aloof expression. He pursed his lips, moved a few large stones to place under his feet, pulled Shen Chonglu's calves onto his shoulders, and used Shen Chonglu's body as a cushion to get him down from the tree trunk, which was more than two meters high.

Upon landing, the handsome young man's elbow was scraped by a rock, a large patch of skin was torn off, and blood was streaming down his face. Yet, the other person didn't utter a sound, only coldly glancing at him with those emotionless phoenix eyes, uttering two words:

"trouble."

That one glance stayed with Shen Chonglu for over a decade.

Later, the Shen family completely shifted their business focus overseas, forcing him to leave the country. Over the years, he secretly observed Song Yunqi's every move like a voyeur.

However, the Lu family's influence was vast and complex, so he dared not openly investigate Song Yunxi, fearing that she would notice and despise him. He could only know a little bit about her, and then secretly kept a few photos as a memento.

Worried that some other woman might steal Song Yunqi away while he was away, he worked day and night to complete all the university courses he was supposed to take, skipping his graduation ceremony and buying a plane ticket back to China overnight.

He had barely landed, and before he could even arrange a formal meeting, he intercepted an absurd piece of intelligence:

Song Yunqi is in love!

He's actually started doing what other rich people do—keeping a gigolo!

And tonight!!!

Fortunately, the hotel they booked was Bai'an International, which belonged to the Shen family. When he learned the news, none of this had happened yet.

Shen Chonglu was so angry that he almost smashed the airport's arrival sign.

Without any hesitation, he led his men to stake out the entrance of Bai'an International, intercepted the real male escort who was supposed to be brought into the room, and after questioning him about the details, took his place as the male escort and swaggered into the room.

He had planned to develop feelings over time and wait until their relationship was stable before finding a suitable opportunity to confess everything, but now was clearly not the right time.

Their relationship began with Shen Chonglu's scheming and deception. At this critical juncture, how could he dare to reveal his identity?

"President Song... Yunqi."

Shen Chonglu took half a step forward, his swollen face filled with humility and anxiety.

He reached out and loosely wrapped his arms around Song Yunqi's waist, but dared not actually touch her. His voice was hoarse beyond words: "I really didn't lie to you."

"Those people... they are indeed all very wealthy, but my relationship with them is not the kind you think it is."

"I haven't taken any side jobs, it's really just you. I haven't even touched anyone else. Can you trust me just this once?"

That's enough.

Song Yunqi coldly interrupted him, raising her hand to forcefully shove his arm away.

At this moment, all the negative emotions that had been building up all day exploded and crashed straight into my head.

Lu Qingyuan's forced marriage, Lu Jinci's brutal attempted rape, his deformed body that can't be exposed, plus the Shen Chonglu in front of him whom he trusted but who seems to be a fraud.

He felt as if the whole world was spinning.

"You've breached the contract, Shen Chonglu."

Song Yunxi retreated to the edge of the sofa, sinking into it limply. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his throbbing temples, and spoke in a tired and cold voice:

"It's true that old habits die hard; one can't change another's nature. They want to be a virtuous woman even after being a prostitute."

"The agreement is terminated immediately, and I will have Assistant Lin transfer the penalty to your account."

"No...I won't leave!"

Shen Chonglu's eyes instantly reddened, his knees buckled, and he actually knelt down beside Song Yunqi's legs.

He gripped Song Yunqi's calf tightly, his pants fabric wrinkled from the force, and two lingering red marks remained on his upturned face, making him look like a lonely dog ​​about to be completely abandoned by its master, his eyes filled with crushed despair and pleading.

"You can punish me, okay? You can hit me, yell at me, torture me, whatever you want!"

My throat felt hoarse, as if it were filled with coarse sand.

"Don't let me go... Yunqi, I beg you..."