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

The manager, bowing slightly, led Song Yunqi into a familiar suite.

Fearing he might not be entertaining enough, he busied himself running around making arrangements, not only changing the sheets himself but also lowering the concentration of the room's aromatherapy and taking out his treasured tea cakes to brew tea.

A moment later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Young Madam, the person has been brought to you. I hope you have a pleasant night."

The manager walked in with a big smile, rubbing his hands together. Behind him was Su Shen, who looked pale. Today he was wearing a slightly oversized silk shirt with the collar open, revealing a small scar that had faded to a light pink color.

Seeing him stand there blankly as soon as he entered, the manager first cautiously observed Song Yunqi's expression, and then subtly glared at Su Shen.

His eyes were filled with warning and threat, indicating that he had to do everything he could to please this ancestor, or else he would have to bear the consequences.

Su Shen lowered his head, his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, twisted tightly together, the tips of his fingers turning white from the force.

The room finally returned to quiet after the manager quietly closed the door and left.

Song Yunxi had almost gotten used to living here, spending more time here than at a hotel. Without exchanging pleasantries, she simply took off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

Turning around, she saw that Su Shen had not come over, but was standing on the carpet not far from the entrance, looking unusually awkward, and not even daring to lift his head.

It was like the first time I met him.

Song Yunqi keenly sensed something was amiss.

He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs. His gaze swept over Su Shen's tense body, and his tone was filled with curiosity:

"What's wrong with you tonight? You're suddenly so reserved."

Su Shen's thin shoulders trembled slightly. He was caught up in some extremely chaotic thoughts when he suddenly heard Song Yunxi's voice. He took a half step back like a startled deer.

He bit his bloodless lower lip tightly, struggled for a long time, but finally couldn't overcome the surging fear in his heart, and answered in a low voice:

"...On the way here, the manager told me to take good care of you. He said you are our boss's fiancée."

This identity was nothing short of a bolt from the blue for Su Shen.

In the quagmire of the Pink Mansion, the Lu family represents absolute cruelty and control.

He originally thought Song Yunqi was a god sent by heaven to save him, but now, this god has transformed into half the master of the demon cave.

"If she's the big boss's fiancée, why are you targeting the Pink Mansion?"

Su Shen raised his head, his once gentle eyes now filled with unease and confusion.

His voice trembled with a faint sob: "This place will be your property in the future... Are you lying to me?"

You scare me.

"President Song, I'm afraid I'm just an object to be played with, thinking I've met a savior, but in the end I still can't escape the fate of being crushed."

Under the lights, the man's body trembled slightly with fear, and the vulnerability he displayed due to an extreme lack of security exuded a desperate sense of devastation in the luxury suite.

As Song Yunxi looked at him, the arrogance and coldness she had put on towards the outside world gradually faded away.

He sighed, and instead of getting up and going forward immediately, he sank into the soft back of the sofa, turned his head slightly, and let his hair fall down to cover his eyebrows and eyes.

"You and I aren't exactly on the same level."

Upon hearing this, Su Shen froze, the tears welling up in her eyes even forgetting to fall.

"You don't like those guests who torment you, and I don't like Lu Jinci either, yet I'm forced to get engaged to him."

Song Yunqi rarely showed her true emotions; her cool voice revealed a deep-seated weariness and disgust.

He placed his hand on his aching abdomen, his tone calm, yet each word carried a suffocating weight:

"Can you imagine? When you were still young and didn't even know the ways of the world, when you couldn't even speak properly, there were two greedy wolves lurking in the shadows, watching you intently."

"They are plotting against you all the time, weaving traps, and wishing they could devour you whole, skin and bones."

"The Lu family father and son are those two wolves."

Song Yunqi turned her face, her deep phoenix eyes looking straight into Su Shen's eyes.

"This marriage is a knife to my throat. I finally escaped from this cage, but after the marriage, I will never be able to leave the Lu family again. I will only fall back into the abyss and never be able to rise again."

"If we don't thoroughly expose their dirty tricks behind the scenes, not only will I be left, but you innocent victims will also be devoured without a trace."

The air in the room seemed to become scorching hot because of these words.

At this moment, the gap between class and status seems to be quietly smoothed over by a shared will between two people who are both oppressed to the point of being unable to breathe.

Song Yunqi's gaze fell on Su Shen's loose silk shirt, and with each breath, his fair collarbone was faintly visible under the light.

The tension created by the struggle between oppression and resistance gave this otherwise cold and mechanical trading room an unexpected, sticky, and subtle tension.

Su Shen stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He caught a glimpse of shared sorrow and despair on Song Yunqi's usually flawless face.

Tears finally streamed down my cheeks, this time not from fear, but from an indescribable resonance in my heart.

The man before him stood at the top of the pyramid, a figure to whom even his most feared manager would kneel and lick his shoes. Yet, beneath that noble and arrogant exterior lay a wounded soul.

"I'm sorry... Mr. Song, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Su Shen slowly knelt down along the edge of the sofa, her slender ankles peeking out from under her silk trousers and touching the cool marble floor.

He boldly placed his hand gently on Song Yunqi's crossed knees.

It was a gesture of pure comfort, with clear eyes that seemed to reflect the shadows in the young man's hair.

Song Yunxi looked down at the hand on her knee. Due to long-term labor and torment, Su Shen's knuckles were not plump, and were even somewhat thin.

"Get up, don't kneel down so easily."

He patted the empty space on the sofa beside him and helped the person up.

Su Shen did not resist and sat down next to the young man, following the force.

The two were very close, and the oversized silk shirt tilted slightly with each movement, exposing her pale shoulders and collarbones to Song Yunqi's view without any defense.

In addition to the aroma of tea, the air also carried the clean scent of Su Shen after his bath, as well as Song Yunqi's unique cool fragrance.

This fusion of scents creates a silent, sticky atmosphere.

Su Shen seemed to be affected by the atmosphere and turned his head away a little embarrassedly, his ears burning slightly. Seeing this, Song Yunqi gently lifted his chin, making him look at her.