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

Two copies of the materials were prepared, and the red ink on them was not completely dry. Chen Han seemed to have completed a task, slumped into his chair and let out a long sigh, leaving his assistant to busy clean up the mess.

Song Yunxi carefully put away her copy of the contract.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, then turned to Chen Han and said, "Although the contract has been signed, we still need Blueprint's cooperation in the subsequent handover of accounts and the re-signing of labor agreements for the R&D team."

"My team will be coming from Beijing in the next few days to coordinate, so please take care of things then."

Chen Han dared not have any objections, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and repeatedly replying, "Of course, President Song, rest assured, I will cooperate fully."

After working at high intensity all night, Song Yunqi just wanted to rest.

After the meeting, he took Zhou Cheng back to the five-star hotel, and they went straight to bed as soon as they entered the room.

......

I slept very soundly, and when I woke up again, the sky outside the window was completely dark, and the neon lights of the mirage formed a colorful sea of ​​fire.

He leaned against the headboard, feeling much better, and a slight hunger began to rise in his previously empty stomach.

The successful acquisition of the blueprint at a discounted price saved the Song family a huge amount of money. Song Yunqi was in a good mood. Thinking that she would still need Chen Han's assistance later, she took the initiative to send him a message and invite him to dinner that night.

Chen Han was flattered when he received the news and immediately drove to the restaurant downstairs where Song Yunqi had posted the message.

After they sat down, he offered Song Yunqi wine several times, but she politely declined each time.

"Mr. Chen, my stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, so I won't be drinking tonight."

Song Yunxi took a sip of tea and explained with a hint of apology.

Chen Han was somewhat disappointed, but it was really no fun eating without drinking. He tried to persuade them several times but to no avail, so he reluctantly put down the wine bottle. Neither of them had brought an assistant, so he simply joined them for tea.

The meal was rather dull and ended hastily after about half an hour.

After clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, Chen Han glanced at his watch, then looked at the young man's overly dazzling face under the light, and his little scheme began to take shape again.

At yesterday's dinner, the beautiful girl he arranged was ruthlessly rejected by Song Yunqi, a first for all the business banquets he had organized.

Someone of Song Yunxi's status could never be morally upright. He's probably played countless tricks in private. He just finds the hospitality here too low-class and looks down on it.

After all, they're from Beijing and have seen the world, so it's normal that they're difficult to please.

piece of cake.

Since we don't like the ordinary stuff, let's try something more exciting.

"President Song, you've come all the way from Beijing, it must have been a long journey for you."

Chen Han leaned forward, his face once again displaying that familiar fawning smile: "It's still early, the nightlife is just beginning."

"I know a place that has all the ways to relax and unwind. If you don't have any plans for tonight, why don't we go check it out together?"

Song Yunqi had been catching up on sleep all day, so she really wasn't sleepy right now.

When Chen Han mentioned "relaxation and relaxation", she thought he was referring to some high-end Thai massage or private spa. In addition, she had some soreness in her lower back, so she did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

"Then let's go take a look."

Chen Han was overjoyed, thinking he had finally exposed Song Yunqi's aloofness, and hurriedly led her outside.

The van drove through most of the city in the night, finally entering a very quiet old villa area.

The road here is narrow, with tall plane trees planted on both sides. The dark shadows of the trees crisscrossed across the car window, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The car stopped in front of a five-story mansion painted entirely in iron gray.

The building had no signboard, only the three small characters "Pink Mansion" engraved on the door number, the lettering gleaming coldly under the dim wall lamps.

Song Yunxi got out of the car and looked at the overly understated yet eerie exterior of the building in front of her, her brow twitching slightly.

This place doesn't resemble a club or massage parlor that's open for business at all.

It doesn't even have a storefront; you'd think it was the private residence of some important person.

Chen Han, however, had already walked to the main entrance with ease and explained to Song Yunqi with a smug look, "President Song, don't be fooled by how unremarkable this place looks from the outside; it's a world of wonders inside."

"This is a property under the Lu family in Beijing, used to entertain the most elite guests. It is extremely private, and membership is never disclosed to the public. Even if you have money, ordinary people can't find a way to get in."

"President Song should be interested."

At this point, Chen Han seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his forehead, and said in annoyance.

"No, that's not right. Look at my memory."

"President Song, you are the future young mistress of the Lu family. You are probably more familiar with this place than I am. I'm just showing off my limited skills."

Chen Han used to come here often to relax when the old man was still alive, but now that the company is on the verge of bankruptcy, he doesn't have that much spare money to squander, so he probably won't have the chance to come here again in the future.

Tonight is Song Yunqi's treat, so of course he wants to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Song Yunxi had already turned around and was about to leave.

But when the words "Lu family of Beijing" reached their ears, they stopped in their tracks.

The Lu family is involved in a wide range of industries, including hotels, real estate, and finance. Song Yunxi is very familiar with them and has even heard of some of the shady businesses, but he has never heard of this so-called "Pink Mansion".

If it's a private club, there's no need to hide it; it always feels like there's some secret being concealed.

He wanted to see what this thing was all about.

"Go in."

Song Yunqi uttered three words expressionlessly.

As you walk up the steps, the black iron gate of the mansion is slowly pulled open from the inside.

As soon as he entered, he felt the completely different atmosphere, which was quite different from ordinary entertainment venues.

There was no loud music or strong perfume in the air; instead, there was an oppressive silence that was almost deathly still.

Four burly bodyguards dressed in black suits stood in the main hall. Each of them wore a wireless headset and had bulging waistbands, clearly carrying defensive equipment.

Guests and waiters entering and leaving the hall must undergo an extremely strict metal detection security check. It is more like a heavily guarded private prison than a high-class mansion.

Chen Han took out a completely black card and handed it over. After the bodyguard carefully checked his identity, he conducted a full-body search of Song Yunqi and only allowed him to leave after confirming that he was not carrying any suspicious items.

Upon entering the main hall, the two were separated by waiters and led in different directions.

The waiter clearly recognized Chen Han and respectfully approached to ask, "Mr. Chen, would you like to request table 133 again tonight?"

"Yes, it's her, hurry up."

Some of the waiters bowed apologetically and explained:

"Number 133 is currently working in another room. Would it be alright if we assigned you number 167? She's a new young lady, very well-behaved and obedient."

Chen Han nodded as if it were commonplace, mouthed "See you later" to Song Yunxi, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor with the waiter.

Song Yunxi was then led into a single suite located deep on the second floor.

The room was decorated in an extremely luxurious style. Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the outside light, and a few dim wall lamps were lit inside, emitting a strange scent that resembled sandalwood but also had a slightly sweet and cloying aroma.

The waiter who led the way bowed slightly and politely asked, "Distinguished guest, do you have any requests or expectations? We will arrange service according to your preferences."

Song Yunqi leaned back on the leather sofa, his legs crossed, his eyes scanning every corner of the room. When he heard the question, he looked away and gently shook his head.

"This is my first time here, so you can arrange things as you see fit."

"Oh, right, it has to be a guy."

The waiter nodded, said nothing more, and politely withdrew, closing the heavy soundproof wooden door behind him.

The room fell into absolute silence for a moment.

Song Yunqi raised his hand and touched his lower abdomen. It was swollen, and although the pain had subsided, the bloating was still very noticeable, and that strange feeling made him irritable.

Not long after, the room door was pushed open again.

A tall, slender figure walked in with his head down.

The newcomer was wearing an extremely thin silk robe. Song Yunxi looked at the man's face; he was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with very handsome features and exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

However, when his gaze moved down his collar, his expression suddenly changed.

The other person's exposed collarbone, arms, and even thighs were covered with scars of varying depths.

There were dark red bloodstains left from being whipped, and charred black dots from cigarette burns. New wounds piled on top of old wounds, which looked shocking on the fair skin.

What alarmed Song Yunqi even more was the man's expression.

After he came in, he stood obediently in front of the sofa, like a soulless puppet, his facial muscles stiff and numb, his once clear eyes now lifeless and devoid of any light.

The man didn't look up at Song Yunxi, but asked softly in a mechanical, flat, and emotionless voice:

"Distinguished guest, what service do you require?"

Song Yunqi's body was stiff as she leaned back on the sofa.

He had witnessed the deceit and treachery of the business world, and he knew that there were many people like Gu Yi in this world who were willing to sell their bodies to curry favor with the powerful for money, power, or some other purpose.

Although they are in the mud, their eyes are filled with desire; they are climbing upwards with a purpose.

He has no prejudice or discrimination against this.

But the man in front of me is different.

The other person exuded a despair that came from having their dignity and personality utterly destroyed, and from having completely given up resisting their fate.

Those scars were definitely not left voluntarily.

Song Yunqi knew that a small number of people had masochistic tendencies, but he was certain that the person in front of him was not one of them.

Considering the almost impenetrable security around the mansion and the strict checks that people had to go through, an absurd guess suddenly popped into my head.

This is a den of iniquity for demons.