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

Far away on the other side of the city, in front of the luxurious yet understated Pink Mansion, a sleek and stylish sports car cut through the rain and came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door opened, and Meng Zhaoyuan stepped out in a pair of shiny leather shoes, casually tossing the car keys to the doorman who came to greet him.

He wandered around his own company in the afternoon, signed a few insignificant documents, and then felt incredibly bored.

Having promised Song Yunxi to take good care of Su Shen, and fearing that he would be arranged to leave if he arrived late, he simply canceled his evening drinking party and made his way to this den of iniquity.

Pink Mansion is extremely famous in Shanghai, but it is a private, underground establishment and is quite difficult to find.

I sent a message to Song Yunxi asking for her location, but I didn't receive a reply for a long time.

The navigation app on his phone couldn't find the specific address, and Meng Zhaoyuan had to put in a lot of effort to find it.

When new customers enter the store, without the introduction of familiar old customers, a complicated verification process is unavoidable.

Meng Zhaoyuan wasn't annoyed at all. He leisurely leaned back on the leather sofa in the VIP room, sipping the black coffee brought by the waiter, and watched as the other party respectfully checked his asset certificates.

Only when the specially made black and gold invitation card was handed back to him did he slowly stand up and straighten the hem of his suit jacket.

"Lead the way."

The high-ceilinged corridor was covered with thick carpets, which absorbed all the sound of footsteps.

The wall lamps on both sides emitted an ambiguous, dim, warm light, and the air was filled with a precious aphrodisiac fragrance.

The waiter led the way with a slight bow, his attitude impeccable.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, Meng Zhaoyuan casually mentioned, "I heard you have a number 330 here. Is he here tonight? Call him over to take a look."

The waiter did not stop walking and was not surprised by his suggestion.

Having been in this business for a long time, I've seen all sorts of quirky customers. When a new customer walks in and specifically asks for a particular companion, it's usually because a regular customer casually recommended him at the dinner table.

"Okay, Mr. Meng. Number 330 is not currently scheduled. I'll arrange for him to go to your private room right away."

"OK."

The private rooms were excessively spacious, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the mansion's backyard landscape. At this moment, all that could be seen were the winding water streaks left by rainwater washing across the glass.

Meng Zhaoyuan sat down on the leather sofa in the center, crossed his legs, and leisurely picked up the red wine that had just been served, swirling it gently.

Not long after, the door was gently pushed open.

Su Shen walked in with his head down and a restrained expression.

He was wearing a soft white shirt, with the top button neatly fastened, which made his face look even more handsome and clean.

He looked extremely unwell, with dark circles under his eyes and his lips were pursed and bloodless. As he entered, his slender fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of his shirt.

Here, every second is an agony for him, with no end in sight.

Before, I still harbored a secret hope.

He hoped that Song Yunqi would come to the mansion to see him, even if they didn't talk much. It would be the only warmth and comfort he could find in this cold cage.

But now that Song Yunqi has flown back to the capital, extinguishing all his hopes, life has become unbearable.

All that was left for him was a constant stream of strange men, each with a repulsive face.

"Raise your head and let me see you."

A slightly frivolous male voice came from the direction of the sofa.

Su Shen's long eyelashes trembled, and she obediently raised her face, revealing herself completely to the light.

Meng Zhaoyuan took a sip of red wine, his gaze sweeping over Su Shen's pitiful face.

To be fair, she was indeed a rare beauty, with fair skin and a delicate, endearing quality in her eyes and brows. Especially her misty, watery eyes, which would probably tempt any lecherous man to suppress his sadistic desires.

But this is definitely not the type that Song Yunqi would like.

He made a conclusion in his mind.

Yunqi once said she liked capable people, but this guy in front of her looks like a submissive one. They've got the same personality traits.

Meng Zhaoyuan, who had initially been skeptical, breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that they really were just friends.

Since he was already there, he decided to tease the beautiful young woman in front of him, so he decided to play the role of a charming playboy to the fullest extent.

"She's quite beautiful; no wonder someone's eyeing her."

He put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked towards Su Shen.

He stopped in front of the young man, looked him up and down, then reached out his right hand and used his long fingertips to lift the young man's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Su Shen's body stiffened violently for a moment, instinctively wanting to back away, but he managed to restrain himself from running away at the last moment.

Her long, slender neck stretched into a taut arc as she closed her eyes resignedly.

"What's your name? How long have you been here?"

"Replying to the guest, I don't have a name, you can just call me 330..."

Meng Zhaoyuan's fingertips slid down his jawline, lightly brushing against his Adam's apple.

This action was clearly flirtatious and offensive.

Logically speaking, the boys in the mansion should have already rushed over to greet him, but the young man in front of him turned even paler and couldn't even utter a single flattering word.

Su Shen silently accepted everything that was about to happen.

Although he was used to this kind of thing, he still couldn't help feeling fear.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

The restraint on his chin was abruptly removed.

Meng Zhaoyuan had already sat back on the sofa at some point, pressed the service bell on the table, and was casually operating something on the tablet.

A short while later, several waiters pushed in a food cart and laid out a variety of exquisite hot dishes and snacks on the large coffee table, including two bowls of steaming homemade noodles.

The room was instantly filled with the rich aroma of food.

Su Shen stared blankly at the scene before him, his mind a jumbled mess.

Normal customers should be touching me inappropriately like they did just now, and they should be eager to seduce me as soon as I walk in. How come they're already eating me?

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Meng Zhaoyuan leaned back on the sofa cushions, loosened his tie, and the frivolous and sleazy look on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a touch of intimacy and gentleness.

Su Shen shook his head blankly.

"Sit down and have something to eat with me."

The man gestured with his chin towards the empty seat opposite him.

"I've been running around outside all afternoon, and I'm starving. It's no fun eating alone, so you'll keep me company."

Su Shen couldn't figure out this strange guest's temperament, so he could only move his slightly weak legs and carefully sit down on the edge of the sofa.

With her head down, she didn't even dare to reach for the chopsticks in front of her until the other person spoke.

Meng Zhaoyuan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. Seeing the other person's cautious look, he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, stop looking like you're going to your execution."

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, leaned forward slightly, and looked into the young man's anxious eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"I was called here by Yunqi."