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

The next day, Song Yunxi waited until the meeting ended before picking up her phone again.

As people gradually left the meeting room, he gathered the documents in front of him and opened WeChat.

Meng Zhaoyuan's messages were still there, densely packed, almost filling the entire screen. The latest one was posted half an hour ago: [Hey, you didn't get fucked to death in bed by that male prostitute, did you? Why haven't you replied yet?]

Song Yunqi tapped a few times on the screen, going through all the messages from last night.

Very satisfied.

No need to look anymore.

This is fine.

Just as he was about to exit after sending the message, a reply popped up in the message box. Meng Zhaoyuan replied almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for him.

【?? You're finally alive?】

[No, this is it? That was decided way too quickly.]

Song Yunxi replied with "Yes," then added after a moment's thought: "He's a good person."

On Meng Zhaoyuan's end, the screen showed "typing," then stopped and started again, repeating this several times. Finally, the content sent was quite simple:

Okay, as long as you're satisfied.

Hey, are you free tonight? Let's grab a couple of drinks, it's been ages since we got together.

After reading the message, Song Yunxi tapped the back of her phone twice with her fingertips.

He did indeed owe Meng Zhaoyuan a favor. The other party had been in charge of everything from start to finish—finding people, screening candidates, and arranging meetings. Moreover, the final experience was indeed quite good, so he truly owed Meng Zhaoyuan a favor.

Paying it back sooner will put my mind at ease.

He agreed, then added another message: [What time? Location?]

[Seven o'clock, same place, I've booked a private room.]

【OK. 】

……

Meng Zhaoyuan booked a KTV in Beijing, which had been open for some years. The decor was retro, with dark red wallpaper in the corridor and crystal wall lamps every few steps, the light so soft it was as if a veil had been cast over it.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Song Yunqi was 20 minutes late for the agreed time. Fortunately, he had informed Meng Zhaoyuan beforehand, and the other party expressed his understanding.

The doorman opened the door, and a cacophony of perfumes, incense, alcohol, and music filled the air, indicating that things were already in a lively atmosphere inside.

A circle of expensive foreign liquors was laid out on the table, all of them opened and in a mess. Song Yunxi glanced at them and found that they were all familiar faces. After all, the upper-class circle in Beijing was only so big, and everyone had connections with each other and knew each other to some extent.

Meng Zhaoyuan sat in the middle of the sofa, with an empty seat next to him, as if it had been deliberately left out.

Four or five men were scattered on the sofas on both sides, each with a young face in their arms, some male and some female, in ambiguous poses.

As soon as Song Yunxi entered, everyone looked up at her and greeted her with a cacophony of voices.

"Yunqi is here, come and sit down."

"We've been waiting for you. If you're late, you'll have to drink the penalty shot."

"Here, here, we've saved you a seat."

Meng Zhaoyuan was the first to stand up and go to greet him, naturally putting his arm around Song Yunqi's shoulder, his fingers loosely clasped together, as if it were an ordinary gesture between brothers.

Song Yunqi's shoulders and back tensed slightly when he was touched, but he quickly relaxed. Among these people, he and Meng Zhaoyuan were the closest, so it wasn't a problem for him to put his arm around Meng Zhaoyuan's shoulder.

The atmosphere in the private room was more lively than expected.

Several men took turns raising their glasses to toast Song Yunqi, but he only took a small sip each time, being both polite and not spoiling anyone's fun.

Gradually, he noticed that the way the men were looking at him was a little strange.

It wasn't the kind of open and aboveboard staring, but rather a quick glance when he wasn't looking, lingering on his face first, then sliding down to his neck and shoulders, before casually looking away.

One person even stared at Song Yunqi's Adam's apple for a long time while he was drinking with his head tilted back, only looking away when he looked back. That look was not malicious, but it was by no means innocent.

Song Yunqi pretended not to see it.

Meng Zhaoyuan probably spread the word about what happened last night.

The aloof and beautiful high-class flower has finally broken free of her inhibitions, and it seems to be the one below her. This news is probably more exciting than any business news in the industry.

"Among us, Yunqi and Zhaoyuan have known each other the longest."

"That's right, I heard they were high school classmates, and they're still so close after all these years."

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively. A rich second-generation heir, slightly intoxicated, approached Song Yunqi with his cup in hand, intending to sit next to him and casually put his hand on Song Yunqi's shoulder.

Meng Zhaoyuan reached out and blocked the person first, saying with a smile, "Sit back down." His tone was not harsh, but he firmly stopped the other person.

The Meng family held a prominent position in the circle, so the rich second-generation naturally dared not offend them. He smiled awkwardly, picked up his wine glass, and shrank back to his seat.

This has happened more than once tonight.

Whenever someone tries to come over and put their arm around his shoulder, clink glasses, or get close to him under the influence of alcohol, Meng Zhaoyuan will quietly and casually push them away.

Song Yunxi saw all of this but said nothing.

He noticed something: Meng Zhaoyuan had no attendants by his side.

In these kinds of situations, he is never short of people around him. Sometimes he has someone on his left and someone on his right, and he is naturally well-connected with everyone.

Tonight, on the contrary, he's sitting cleanly next to me, drinking.

Song Yunxi picked up her cup, took a sip, glanced at Meng Zhaoyuan, and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong? Did you change your personality?"

"I usually see you with a mistress around, but this time you're unusually clean."

Meng Zhaoyuan was holding a wine glass to his lips when he heard this. He smiled but did not answer directly. Instead, he moved closer to Song Yunqi, his shoulder touching Song Yunqi's shoulder, his posture even more intimate than before.

"Oh dear, I quit a long time ago."

His tone was half-serious, half-joking.

"That was because I was immature before; now I'm planning to settle down."

Song Yunxi didn't reply, but raised her glass and clinked it with his.

The private room was dimly lit and the empty bottles on the coffee table were piling up.

After a few rounds of drinks, several people with male and female companions began to make excuses to leave one after another. Their behavior was intimate and excessive, and their underlying intentions were obvious. It was obvious what they were going to do next.

Before 11 o'clock, only Meng Zhaoyuan and Song Yunxi remained in the private room.

Empty wine bottles lay askew on the table, the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts, and the fruit in the fruit platter remained untouched.

Song Yunqi crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa, forking a cherry and putting it in her mouth.

He had a high alcohol tolerance, but he wasn't really in the mood tonight, so he only drank a little Louis XIII. Seeing that the party was about to end, he stood up, leaning on the sofa armrest, intending to go to the restroom before leaving.

The private room also had a private bathroom, but it was still noisy to use the toilet with a door between you, so he went to the public restroom at the end of the corridor. The lights were warm and looked particularly soft on people's faces.

After relieving herself, Song Yunqi turned on the tap to wash her hands. Suddenly, a shadow fell behind her. Glancing over, she saw that it was Meng Zhaoyuan who had followed her, so she didn't look up.

Meng Zhaoyuan didn't say anything, but walked straight to the sink, leaned against the counter, turned to face him, and stared steadily at his handsome profile for a while.

Song Yunqi felt uncomfortable and tilted her head to look over.

The air conditioning in the private room was set very high, and after a few drinks, the heat rose from her collar, causing a very light blush to appear on Song Yunxi's cheeks and the tip of her nose, like the faint blush on a peach blossom in early spring.

His eyebrows were exceptionally well-shaped, with slightly upturned ends, giving him a natural sharpness. Yet, his eyes were long and narrow, full of emotion. After being exposed to alcohol, the corners of his eyes turned red, revealing a hint of unknowing allure amidst his aloofness.

She has a high, straight nose, full lips, and a shallow indentation in the middle of her lower lip, which looks like she's pouting slightly when she's not smiling, giving her a naturally charming appearance.

It's the kind of beauty that's aggressively beautiful, inspiring fear yet making you want to desecrate it.

"Why are you staring at me?" Song Yunxi asked.

Meng Zhaoyuan's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds, then he suddenly smiled. The smile was serious in a way that Song Yunxi had never seen before, completely different from his usual carefree demeanor.

"I'm very capable too."

He said the sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet bathroom:

"My partners and bed partners all rave about my skills. Want to give it a try?"