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

Song Yunqi did not answer his question directly, but lowered her eyelids and gently stroked the fabric of her trousers with her fingertips, concealing the cold glint that flashed deep in her eyes.

"Since you're going to be staying in Haishi for a long time, why don't you visit the Pink Mansion more often when you have some free time?"

He looked up, meeting Meng Zhaoyuan's astonished gaze, his tone as calm as if he were giving instructions on a mundane official matter:

"I will fully reimburse you for all your expenses and costs there."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Meng Zhaoyuan's face immediately darkened, and an indescribable sense of frustration welled up inside him.

Having confessed his feelings to Song Yunxi so many times, both openly and secretly, everyone in the industry knows who Young Master Meng is doing this for.

But now, not only is the other party not responding, but they are also actively pushing him to those kinds of brothels for entertainment, and even offering to reimburse him for the prostitution fees.

What is this? What kind of person do they take him for?

However, before his anger could flare up, Song Yunxi's second half of the sentence followed.

"However, I have one request."

The young man dropped his polite words, his expression becoming extremely serious, even carrying a hint of warning.

"Try to specify the male escort codename 330, his name is Su Shen."

"But he is my friend."

"You can order a watch, you can order a timer, you can even order several companions at once, I have no objection, but you absolutely cannot touch him."

"Not only can't he be touched, but I also hope that as long as you're at Pink Mansion, he can only stay in your private room and won't be bullied by anyone."

These words were so impactful that Meng Zhaoyuan was momentarily stunned.

A ruthless and powerful black-market club where the lowly escorts are actually Song Yunqi's friends.

The other party went to such lengths and even spent a lot of money to make him spend money, but their real purpose was not to seek pleasure. Instead, they wanted to use the identity of the eldest son of the Meng family to act as a protector for that boy.

The sticky, sour feeling that had been stuck in my chest vanished instantly upon realizing this.

Meng Zhaoyuan is a smart man.

He knew Song Yunqi's personality too well; unless he encountered an extremely difficult problem, this man would never easily ask others for help.

The fact that Song Yunxi entrusted him with this task proves that she has complete trust in him.

This perception of being treated specially made Meng Zhaoyuan feel delighted.

"friend?"

He repeated the two words softly, then steadily placed the water glass in his hand on the table.

His nonchalant expression vanished completely at that moment. He leaned forward, his gaze falling on Song Yunqi's slightly darkened eyes, his tone carrying a seriousness he himself was unaware of.

"Okay, I understand."

"Since he's your friend, he's someone I'll protect."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, scratching his hair in frustration, but his eyes burned intensely.

"But let's forget about reimbursement. It's ridiculous that I, the young master of the Meng family, would have my sweetheart pay for my visit to a club. If word gets back to Beijing, what will become of my reputation?"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm in Haishi, I won't let him be bullied."

Meng Zhaoyuan leaned back in his chair. Although he readily agreed, a hint of inquiry lingered in his charming and amorous eyes.

"But you're really that comfortable entrusting him to me?"

He tilted his head, tapping his fingertips lightly on his knee, his tone revealing a seriousness rarely seen in him.

"That place is, after all, a brothel, and my reputation outside isn't exactly clean."

"Aren't you afraid that one day I'll get drunk and accidentally swallow your precious friend?"

"You won't."

Song Yunxi shook her head.

"Zhaoyuan, we've been friends for many years, I know what kind of person you are."

"You have principles and never coerce others, much less use your methods against innocent people. In Haishi, besides you, I can't find another person who is both capable of protecting him and whose character I can trust."

These words were completely unvarnished, straightforward and honest.

Meng Zhaoyuan was stunned. He felt as if something had hit his chest hard, and the burning heat spread through his limbs and bones.

In the capital, when people talked about him, they would say he was either a good-for-nothing playboy from the Meng family or a womanizer. Even his own father would often whip him with a rattan cane, complaining that he was bringing shame to the family.

But Song Yunqi saw right through those absurd behaviors.

This usually proud and aloof young man actually gave such a strong evaluation as "good character and trustworthy".

"In your eyes, I'm actually so noble?"

Meng Zhaoyuan turned his head away, rubbing his hot nose somewhat embarrassedly, but he couldn't suppress the smile that spilled out, sweeping away his previous gloom.

He leaned closer, his eyes burning with an astonishing intensity: "Fine, just for that, I'll take this job."

The promise was made decisively, but once I relaxed, that inexplicable curiosity in my heart started scratching like a cat's claws.

Code name 330, Su Shen, I wonder what kind of person he is.

"But to be honest, I'm really curious right now."

Meng Zhaoyuan rested his chin on his hand, his eyes sparkling with a hint of inquiry.

"Just what kind of angelic beauty does Su Shen look like that makes our CEO Song so hung up on her?"

"He's a pitiful man."

Song Yunxi didn't explain Su Shen's ordeal in detail. She simply picked up the warm water in front of her, took a sip, and looked out at the increasingly dense rain outside the window. Her voice lowered.

"You'll understand when you meet him in person."

"He has something I need on him. You just need to protect him and not arouse suspicion from the people at the mansion."

Seeing that the young man had stopped there, Meng Zhaoyuan wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

He stood up, walked to the coat rack, casually picked up his still damp suit jacket, and shook it off.

"Okay, since you have to catch a flight this afternoon, let's keep lunch simple and just grab something nearby."

As Meng Zhaoyuan put on his coat, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Song Yunxi, reverting to his carefree young master demeanor.

"After you finish eating, I'll personally take you to the airport."

"When evening comes, I'll go to that legendary Pink Mansion to broaden my horizons and see what kind of extraordinary friend you are."