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

Upon hearing the name "Yunqi," Su Shen's thin shoulders trembled violently, and he gripped the hem of his clothes even tighter.

He looked up, his clear eyes filled with astonishment, his lips slightly parted, and for a moment he was speechless.

"Your name is Su Shen, right?"

Meng Zhaoyuan shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on his knees, his expression nonchalant.

"Before Yunqi returned to Beijing at noon, she specifically mentioned you to me, asking me to take some time to come and look after you, so that you wouldn't be bullied."

Upon hearing this, Su Shen's defenses completely crumbled, and the defensiveness and lifelessness in his eyes were instantly replaced by a bright, hopeful light.

She also completely believed the identity of the man in front of her.

Here, everyone calls him 330. No one knows his real name except the manager. To avoid getting into trouble, the higher-ups also do not allow them to show their real names to outsiders. If they are found out, they will not be let off lightly.

He only told Song Yunxi his name; it was absolutely impossible for outsiders to know it.

Unexpectedly, even after returning to Beijing, the other party still thought of him and even asked a friend to take care of him.

The prices inside the mansion are not low, so it's unclear how much money has been wasted.

He didn't know how he could repay Mr. Song.

Su Shen relaxed his tense back, lowered his eyes, and casually raised his right hand to stroke the obsidian earring on his left earlobe that emitted a faint glow.

My fingertips pressed firmly on the cool, cut surface twice, the tiny clicking sound perfectly masked by the rain outside the window…

He turned off the miniature video recording device that was originally used to record evidence.

"Alright, since we're all on the same side, don't stand on ceremony."

Meng Zhaoyuan tapped on the table and pointed to the steaming bowl of homemade noodles.

"Eat up. I heard the chefs here are five-star level, so I have to have a good taste. The noodles will clump together if they get cold."

Su Shen hadn't eaten anything all day, and his stomach was so empty it was starting to ache.

He obediently picked up his chopsticks and took small bites of noodles, putting them into his mouth. The steaming soup brought a touch of color to his pale face.

Meng Zhaoyuan wasn't in a hurry to ask questions, and slowly ate a few bites with him.

For a moment, only the clattering of cutlery and the continuous sound of rain outside the window filled the private room.

Because of Song Yunqi, the originally awkward atmosphere was transformed into a surprisingly harmonious one thanks to the food.

"Mr. Song... how is he doing in Beijing?"

Su Shen swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks somewhat hesitantly, and finally couldn't help but speak first.

When that name was mentioned, there was an undisguised attachment and caution in her tone.

Because Song Yunqi had mentioned that his situation wasn't much better than his own, Su Shen was very worried that the other party would be bullied in Beijing.

Meng Zhaoyuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, clicking his tongue inwardly. Another pitiful little thing captivated by Yun Qi, yet she answered fluently:

"President Song is ruthless and efficient. Now that he's back in his own stronghold, he can naturally turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist."

He didn't tell the truth to the young man who was trapped in prison.

Song Yunqi's current situation is indeed not good. Although Meng Zhaoyuan does not know why he chose to get engaged to Lu Jinci, based on his understanding of him, the other party must be plotting something in secret.

Moreover, Meng Zhaoyuan had also inquired and learned that the Pink Mansion was a property under the Lu family.

As someone who never goes to clubs for entertainment, Song Yunqi suddenly came to such a place of debauchery and even made a friend like Su Shen, who has a special background.

As astute as Young Master Meng is, he can naturally discern the unique meaning behind it.

Su Shen placed his hands neatly on his knees, his fingernails unconsciously digging into the seams of his trousers.

When he mentioned that person, his eyes lit up uncontrollably, as if he had found the morning star in the darkness.

"Mr. Song is a very good person, really, really good..."

Meng Zhaoyuan nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, clearly agreeing with the statement, and gave Su Shen a thumbs up.

"You're right, there's no one better than him in the world."

He put down his wine glass, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, as if recalling his school days.

Those were such good times.

At such a carefree age, even their smiles are so pure.

It seems... Yunqi didn't smile much back then.

He looked at the chaotic rain outside the window, his tone calm and gentle:

"Those outsiders who don't know the truth always say that he is cold-hearted and heartless, like a machine without warmth."

"But those who really know him know that it's just a facade. Once you step into his world, you'll find that no one is more loyal and devoted than him."

Upon hearing this, Su Shen nodded emphatically, as if he had received some extremely valuable recognition.

"So... what is your relationship with Mr. Song?"

Su Shen finally asked out of curiosity, cautiously looking at the man in front of her who spoke with extraordinary manners, and pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly.

He seemed to have a special relationship with Mr. Song, but his voice didn't sound like the person who called that night.

"You seem to treat him very differently."

Touched on a sore spot, Meng Zhaoyuan's smile faded slightly, revealing an undisguised self-mockery.

He picked up his glass again, tilted his head back, and downed the rest of the wine in one gulp. The pungent alcohol slid down his throat, stirring up a wave of irritation.

"Relationship?"

Meng Zhaoyuan leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the distant void, a hint of melancholy in his eyes: "He's like a childhood friend."

"We've known each other for a full ten years, from high school until now."

"I'm pursuing him, but unfortunately, he doesn't like me."

After listening, Su Shen's eyes flashed with understanding, and also with a sense of relief and resonance.

He lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a voice so low it was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain:

"Mr. Song certainly deserves to be liked by many people, and I like him too."

After saying this, as if remembering something, an inescapable sadness appeared in his eyes:

"But he's already engaged and has someone he likes..."

The person I like refers to the man who called me that night.

The engagement was forced upon Song Yunxi by Lu Jinci, who was also the big boss of their Pink Mansion.

He has no chance of winning against anyone...

But Meng Zhaoyuan clearly misunderstood.

Upon hearing the word "engagement," the man's previously calm breathing suddenly became heavy, and an extremely sinister and malevolent glint flashed in his eyes.

"got engaged?"

Meng Zhaoyuan let out a cold laugh and slammed the wine glass in his hand heavily onto the crystal coffee table, making a crisp sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"What kind of engagement is that? What kind of 'liking' is that?!"

He scoffed, his tone filled with undisguised disgust:

"They only seized it by force, relying on their power. Calling it forced marriage is already giving them face."