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

Song Yunqi's fingers brushed across her lower abdomen, but the delicate fabric could not suppress the aversion that arose from the touch on her skin.

Hearing those words filled with threats and lust, the coldness on his face deepened, and he gave a mocking laugh.

"Two years is enough time for a lot to happen."

Turning my head to the side, the lenses shimmered brightly under the reflection of the crystal chandelier.

"You might suddenly die in some unknown corner during this time."

"Or if you're unlucky and your body develops problems that prevent you from having sex, then all these plans will fall through."

As she spoke, Song Yunxi paused slightly, her gaze sweeping downwards with undisguised sarcasm:

"Instead of counting the number of times you've had sex on your fingers, you should spend more time thinking about how to protect your half-siblings."

"Only idiots always try to feel important in bed."

These words were barbed and sarcastic, practically slapping Lu Jinci's face into the ground. Under normal circumstances, given his violent temper, he would have already resorted to violence.

But Lu Jinci just smiled faintly, his Adam's apple bobbing. He seemed immune to this provocation, which could almost be called "insult," and even felt excited about it.

"Don't worry, baby. With me here, those bastards will never have a chance to rise up."

He leaned forward, the collar of his silk robe completely open, revealing his firm, honey-colored chest muscles, his breath spraying onto Song Yunqi's nose, sticky and hot.

"As long as I can get my hands on you and have you on my body every night, I'll die a worthy death."

The more cutting your tongue is, the more curious I become. I want to see you cry; that scene would be absolutely beautiful.

Song Yunxi's long eyelashes trembled violently, and she was speechless.

This person is a complete madman who won't listen to reason. No matter how harsh the words you use to attack him, he can twist them into a fuse for flirting between the sexes.

"Rogue."

He uttered two cold words, turned his head away in disgust, and shoved the man in front of him away with his elbow.

This time, Lu Jinci didn't force himself on her. Instead, he straightened up, his gaze lingering on Song Yunqi's lips for a moment before he smiled meaningfully.

"Tonight will be a wonderful start."

Song Yunxi ignored his malicious teasing and hints, and tried her best to suppress the urge to smash the ashtray on his head again. She grabbed her briefcase and walked down the corridor to the guest rooms at the back without looking back.

……

As night fell, the entire Lu family manor took on a completely different appearance.

As one of the leading figures in Beijing with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, the Lu family has extremely high standards. On ordinary days, there are many celebrities and politicians who rush to ask them for favors or want to use special channels to launder their "dirty" assets.

At this moment, luxury cars were swarming outside the manor gates, and the blinding flashes of camera shutters made the white marble steps appear glaringly white.

Inside the guest room, Song Yunqi had already tidied herself up again.

The dark black dress was changed to white, but the shirt collar was still buttoned up tightly to the top, covering the marks on the neck.

The gold-rimmed glasses sat firmly on his nose, concealing the lingering weariness and coldness in his eyes. Behind the lenses, only a gentle and dignified air remained, making him appear refined, aloof, and unapproachable.

He has always been a businessman with a strong sense of contractual responsibility. Now that he has already pocketed 12% of the shares, he will naturally put on a show called "affection" for everyone tonight without missing a single detail.

"Are you ready, my darling?"

Lu Jinci changed into a well-tailored black suit, and the white gauze on his forehead was replaced with an invisible bandage that matched his skin tone, covering up seven or eight parts of the savage bloody smell, making him look somewhat like a refined scoundrel from a noble family.

Song Yunqi turned around, the disgust on her face disappearing, replaced by a perfectly appropriate smile.

"Let's go, Young Master Lu."

He reached out his hand very naturally, his long, slender, fair fingers threading through Lu Jinci's arm, the fingertips even resting on the other's suit fabric with a gentle curve.

This sudden compliance made Lu Jinci freeze.

Looking at the flawless smile on the young man's face, she knew it was a facade fueled by self-interest, but she couldn't help feeling a surge of warmth in her heart and instinctively pulled his hand tighter.

As the double glass doors of the hall were slowly pushed open by the servants, the appearance of the two people instantly stole all the light from the venue.

Song Yunqi is tall and slender with a cool and noble air, while Lu Jinci is tall and wild and flamboyant. The two walked side by side on the red carpet, and in the eyes of others, they were indeed a perfect match made in heaven.

"Young Master Lu and President Song are a perfect match; they're the envy of everyone."

Congratulations!

Countless blessings, some sincere and some insincere, flooded in like a tide.

Song Yunqi smiled as he picked up the champagne from the waiter's tray, his every move exuding the elegance of a refined gentleman.

He would occasionally turn his head to the side, and when Lu Jinci leaned closer, he would reveal an intimate profile, letting the flashes of light capture the moment.

Amidst the insincere social interactions of clinking glasses, Song Yunxi's gaze inadvertently drifted past the crowd and landed in a secluded corner of the banquet hall.

Meng Zhaoyuan was standing there.

Today, he wasn't his usual carefree self; instead, he was properly dressed in a suit, with a serious-looking old man, Mr. Meng, standing beside him.

The other person's face was somewhat pale. Across most of the crowd, his gaze was fixed on Song Yunxi and Lu Jinci's tightly clasped arms, and his expression revealed an undisguised desolation.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Meng Zhaoyuan's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to come over and say hello.

However, before he could take even half a step, Meng's father grabbed his arm with a cold face, whispered a few words of reprimand, and glanced at Lu Jinci with a hint of warning.

Meng Zhaoyuan stopped in his tracks, feeling dejected. In the end, he could only raise his wine glass to Song Yunxi through the crowd.

Song Yunxi withdrew her gaze, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes.

No wonder when I played billiards with Meng Zhaoyuan last time, he was suddenly called away by phone halfway through the game. I thought it must have been something urgent.

In retrospect, Lu Jinci had already set his sights on the Meng family back then.

Mad Dog's territorial instincts were too strong, and he secretly put pressure on the Meng family, forcing Meng's father to personally intervene and firmly restrain his son who had developed feelings for Song Yunqi.

That's just like Lu Jinci's usual style: insidious, direct, and leaving no room for compromise.

As he was pondering this, the crowd in the center of the hall suddenly and spontaneously moved to both sides.

Lu Qingyuan slowly walked down from the second floor.

Today he was dressed in a dark red Tang suit, which slightly softened his murderous aura, but he still exuded an imposing presence that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

After descending the stairs, the aloof old man ignored the guests who rushed to curry favor with him, and instead led his butler straight toward the main hall entrance.