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

Because the equipment needed repeated adjustments, the custom-made obsidian earrings were finally delivered to Song Yunqi at the end of the third week.

This also means that his business trip to Shanghai is almost over.

This was his most crucial move, and also the last time he set foot in the Pink Mansion.

That evening, the air in the lobby on the first floor of the old house was still filled with a cloyingly sweet aroma.

Two burly bodyguards in black suits stood in front of Song Yunqi, holding metal detectors, as usual.

This customer has been coming frequently lately and is quite generous with his money, so they've become fairly familiar with him. He usually comes with another customer, so it's unusual that he came alone today.

One of the bodyguards reached out, ready to conduct a close search of Song Yunqi's chest and abdomen as usual.

However, before the probe even got close, Song Yunxi took a half-step forward with her long legs.

His brows furrowed, as if his temper, which had been suppressed for many days, was about to explode. He raised his hand impatiently and shoved away the bodyguard's outstretched arm.

"Get out of here."

The young man glanced at him sideways, his eyes filled with condescending arrogance and coldness, as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.

He stood in front of the security gate, arms crossed, his voice full of displeasure at being disturbed:

"Every time I come, you search me thoroughly. I've been a customer so many times, don't you trust me?"

"Those who know me will think I'm a guest, but those who don't will think I'm a thief."

Because of the commotion, several waiters leading the way in the corridor stopped and looked over with some suspicion.

The bodyguard who had been pushed aside looked rather grim. They were acting under orders and couldn't disobey them. Just as he was about to step forward and take a stronger approach, the sound of hurried leather shoes came from the marble steps at the back of the hall.

"Oh dear, what happened? What's wrong?"

The manager of Pink Mansion was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties. Because he had been immersed in the world of pleasure for many years, his eyes were full of shrewdness.

He was drinking tea in his office when he heard that a guest was throwing a tantrum at the main entrance, so he hurried over.

After all, their place is shady, and the guests who can afford to patronize the mansion are all of high status. If they are offended by some ignorant person, things will get complicated.

The manager wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, his gaze sweeping over Song Yunqi's expensive custom-made suit before finally settling on the man's excessively handsome and aloof face.

A look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

If this kind of woman were to enter a mansion, wouldn't her first night cost over a million? She'd be a total money tree.

Unfortunately, it's just a thought; once you realize you can't actually get your hands on it.

He bowed deeply, forcing a smile apologetically: "I'm sorry, esteemed guest, please calm down."

"These two bodyguards are new. Please forgive them if they offend you."

"However... this security check at the entrance is indeed a standard procedure that has always been in place at the mansion, so please don't make things difficult for us."

Song Yunxi snorted coldly, slightly raising her chin. Her slender neck gleamed beautifully under the crystal chandelier.

He ignored the manager's apology and instead coldly scrutinized the overweight man in front of him with an arrogant, disdainful, and scrutinizing gaze.

The contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Do you know who I am?

The manager had worked at the Pink Mansion for seven or eight years and had seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

He sized up the young man's demeanor and knew he was someone important, but he also felt that the mansion looked vaguely familiar. However, in order to protect the privacy of its guests, the mansion would not usually investigate the background of non-core clients.

Unsure of what to do and afraid of offending a major client, he could only bow even lower and cautiously reply, "Distinguished guest, I am truly sorry."

"The identity information of our clients is always kept strictly confidential, and our staff do not know your specific identity."

"If I have offended you in any way, I apologize on your behalf."

A very faint smile appeared on Song Yunqi's lips.

He raised his hand and casually stroked the obsidian earring on his left earlobe. It was exquisite and high-end, and its cool texture touched his skin, but because the owner's face was so handsome, it was almost invisible.

"My name is Song Yunqi."

"The Pink Mansion is a property of the Lu family. Since you're making money by relying on a powerful backer, you should know who I am."

The moment the name "Song Yunqi" was uttered, the manager was struck dumb. His face, which had been plastered with a fawning smile, turned from white to green, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He suddenly realized why this person looked familiar.

A little over a month ago, the Lu family in Beijing held an engagement banquet for their eldest son, Lu Jinci, which caused a sensation throughout the Beijing social circle, under the personal supervision of the old master.

Because the person he is engaged to is a man.

For three consecutive days, major news outlets, newspapers, and even financial magazines reported on his aloof and dignified face, which was already well-known among the management of the Lu family's businesses.

Although Shanghai is far from the capital and the central government is in power, as the Lu family's biggest cash cow in secret, they are certainly aware of this matter, but they haven't paid much attention to it.

After all, Pink Mansion is an illegal black market operation.

They had no right to contact the young mistress. They had only glanced at the man in the photo briefly, then remarked that the young mistress was indeed beautiful, no wonder she didn't care about gender, and then put him out of their minds.

At this moment, the person before them was none other than their rightful future master.

The manager's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down in front of everyone.

He never imagined that Lu Jinci's fiancée, the president of the prestigious Song Group, would not stay in Beijing to enjoy her life, but instead come to the Pink Mansion in Shanghai to find some fun.

The other party clearly knew that this was a property under the Lu family, yet they openly ordered male companions for so long, even staying overnight every time.

Are you really not afraid that the young master will find out?

But he had no time to think about the intricacies involved; he knew better than anyone how terrifying the Lu family's methods were.

Having offended the future young mistress, not only will he lose his current lucrative job, but his very survival in Haishi will be in question.

"Young...Young Madam..."

The manager's face turned deathly pale in that instant, and his voice trembled so much that even the tone changed.

He quickly turned around, raised his hand, and slapped each of the two bodyguards hard across the face. Then he bowed deeply and repeatedly made obeisance.

"You two are blind and ignorant! You didn't know it was you who graced us with your presence! I'll break your legs and throw you out the moment you turn around!"

"No."

"I was in a bad mood and just wanted to vent. I didn't mean to cause trouble. Just don't bother me."

Song Yunqi coldly interrupted his act, raising her hand to pull up her collar, covering the obsidian earlobes that shimmered with a faint glow.

"Same as usual, go and bring 330 to my room."

"Yes! Yes! I'll take care of it right away! Please come upstairs, please come upstairs!"

The manager, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, scrambled ahead to lead the way, daring not to utter another word about security checks or body searches.