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

Su Shen sat opposite Meng Zhaoyuan, looking at his gritted teeth, but his face did not show much surprise.

He quietly lowered his eyelashes and stared at his fingertips.

"I know."

"Mr. Song mentioned some of this to me."

How could I not know?

That night, in her room, Song Yunqi, in order to soothe her uneasy emotions, revealed her truest feelings without reservation.

The young man was such an arrogant person, yet when he mentioned the Lu family father and son, his eyes flashed with intense hatred and rejection.

Su Shen experienced that kind of pain of being unable to control his own destiny all too deeply in the Pink Mansion.

Meng Zhaoyuan was somewhat surprised and re-examined the seemingly timid young man in front of him.

I thought Su Shen was just a pawn that Song Yunqi casually set up, or that he helped him out of pity for his plight. But I never expected that he would be so honest with this little guy.

"Yunqi even told you this?"

He raised an eyebrow with a self-deprecating smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

With a "click," the lighter illuminated his somewhat fierce-looking face.

A bluish-white mist drifted between the two of them.

"He seems wary of everyone, but he actually has a very soft heart."

Meng Zhaoyuan exhaled a smoke ring and looked at Su Shen through the white smoke.

"Since you understand all this, you should realize how dangerous his current situation is."

"Lu Jinci is no saint. If he finds out about Yunqi's underhanded tricks, not only will you, the little duck in the mansion, suffer a lot, but even the Song family will be in deep trouble."

As Su Shen listened, his hands, which were resting on his knees, slowly clenched into fists.

He didn't refute Meng Zhaoyuan's words, but simply tilted his head to feel the obsidian earring hanging on his left earlobe.

Although small and inconspicuous, it records the most hidden and ugliest secrets inside the Pink Mansion.

Su Shen was willing to risk being silenced to accumulate all the filth and depravity little by little.

But that's not enough; it's far from sufficient.

He will be the sharpest weapon for Song Yunqi to break free from the Lu family's control.

He would willingly offer up his crippled body and all available resources as long as it could help the other party.

"I will definitely help Mr. Song deal with the Lu family."

Su Shen raised her head, her eyes, which were misty with tears, shining brightly at that moment.

"I'm willing to do anything to help Mr. Song, no matter what it takes."

Meng Zhaoyuan flicked his cigarette ash, and looking at the pure, burning passion in his eyes, his heart trembled slightly.

He suddenly felt a sense of admiration for Song Yunxi.

They'd only known each other for less than a month, yet this silly girl was willing to risk her life for him.

"Alright, stop looking like you're about to commit suicide and go get the TV remote."

Su Shen looked at him blankly, not understanding why the topic had jumped so quickly.

Meng Zhaoyuan shifted to a more comfortable position and tilted his chin towards the LCD screen on the wall.

"Turn on the TV and play some programs. My son likes to listen to some noise before bed to help him fall asleep. After all, we booked an all-nighter, so we can't just sit there chatting all night, can we?"

Then he added:

"Since I've accepted Yunqi's entrustment, I certainly can't let you be bullied by others. This place is nice, more comfortable than the hotels outside. I'll come here often in the future."

"Go to bed and rest after you've eaten. I'll sleep on the sofa."

Su Shen understood what the man meant, and a look of gratitude appeared on her delicate face.

He got up very quietly, quickly cleared away the leftover food on the table, pushed it outside for the cleaning staff to handle, then turned off the bright crystal chandelier in the center of the private room and turned on the television.

The room instantly darkened, and Meng Zhaoyuan picked up the remote control and randomly switched to a boring art film.

Watching the man lie down on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket, Su Shen stood by the bed, pursed her lips hesitantly, and spoke softly:

"Sir, this is inappropriate."

"You are a guest, how can you sleep on the sofa? Besides... you are Mr. Song's friend."

He took a half step forward and suggested earnestly, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

"When I was with Mr. Song before, I slept on the sofa, and I was already used to it."

Hearing this, the man sized up his small frame, waved his hand, and refused:

"Come on, I, Meng Zhaoyuan, am a man who cherishes women. With your delicate skin, I don't want you to get hurt."

After saying that, he simply turned over and got up, walking casually across the carpet to the bedside.

The height difference between the two was magnified under the dim light, and Meng Zhaoyuan's aura instantly enveloped Su Shen.

It was a kind of aggressive male hormone, with the arrogance and cynicism unique to rich kids.

Startled by the sudden approach, Su Shen unconsciously took a half step back, his hind leg bracing against the edge of the bed.

"If you feel bad about it, then fine, let's sleep together."

"Yunqi is a germaphobe and doesn't like to share a bed with others, but I'm not that particular."

Seeing the young man's cautious demeanor, Meng Zhaoyuan couldn't help but chuckle as he tried to justify himself.

"Don't worry, I promised Yunxi I wouldn't touch you."

"If you can accept that, let's sleep in the same bed tonight, so we don't have to toss and turn each other around."

Now that things have been said to this extent, if Su Shen were to refuse again, it would only seem pretentious and ungrateful.

In this decadent mansion, he had long been accustomed to pleasing men with his body, but tonight, for the first time, he would sleep openly with a guest in the same bed.

"Okay, I'll do as Mr. Meng says."

The beds in the mansion were extremely spacious, enough to comfortably accommodate four adult men.

Su Shen lay obediently on her side on the inside of the bed, facing the wall, trying to shrink herself into a small ball, and even deliberately making her breathing long and slow.

A moment later, the mattress behind him sank down.

As promised, Meng Zhaoyuan behaved himself and covered himself with the blanket, lying flat on the outside of the bed, using the background noise of the TV to help him fall asleep.

There was a huge gap between them, so wide it was like an insurmountable chasm, and they didn't actually touch each other.

The sound of the downpour outside the window grew increasingly violent, and the rainwater flowed rapidly down the slopes, like curtains that shut out the world.

In the darkness and the cacophony of rain, Su Shen could clearly hear the man's steady and rhythmic breathing.

The masculine scent flowed slowly through the air, but it did not frighten him.

……

The night was extremely long, yet extremely peaceful.

The next morning, the torrential rain subsided.

The sky over the city was unusually clear, and the damp air, carrying the earthy smell, seeped in through the cracks in the windows.

Meng Zhaoyuan doesn't have a problem sleeping in a particular bed, and his sleep quality is excellent; he wakes up feeling refreshed.

He stretched and looked up to see that Su Shen was already dressed and standing by the wardrobe, ironing the clothes he had taken off yesterday.

"Good morning, Mr. Meng."

Seeing that he had woken up, Su Shen greeted him with a smile and handed him the freshly ironed coat.

Meng Zhaoyuan took the clothes, his gaze lingering on that overly innocent face. Suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed it over.

"This is my private number."

Meng Zhaoyuan patted his shoulder, the warmth of his hand passing through the thin fabric, feeling cozy and comforting.

"If you encounter any trouble, feel free to contact me anytime."

Su Shen took the gold-embossed business card, examined it carefully for a while, and then cautiously returned it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Meng, but I don't have a cell phone, so I won't accept it."

"The mansion also forbids servants from accepting gifts from guests; those caught will be punished."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhaoyuan did not insist, and waved his hand without saying anything more.

……

After seeing Meng Zhaoyuan off, Su Shen stood alone in the empty private room, silently reciting the phone number he had just memorized.

Business cards are too conspicuous to accept, but he is, after all, a student from a prestigious university, and should have the ability to remember everything he sees.

After the guests check out, Su Shen returns to his staff lounge to wait for orders.

He lifted his foot to walk out, and as soon as he stepped out of the corner of the corridor, he bumped into a waiter who was walking in a hurry.

The other person was holding a tablet computer and was rushing forward, almost bumping into Su Shen.

"Wow, 330, perfect!"

The waiter steadied himself and, upon seeing that it was Su Shen, his eyes immediately lit up.

He grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him outside, speaking rapidly with an urgent tone that brooked no refusal: "Don't go back to the lounge yet."

"A group of foreign guests just arrived. They're all tall and big, and they don't look like they'd be easy to serve."

"It's your turn in the queue, hurry up and come with me, don't keep our important guest waiting."

Upon hearing the words "foreign guests," Su Shen's face instantly turned pale.

He had met foreigners a few times before, and those people were barbaric and brutal, acting crazy and showing no mercy. Afterwards, they were usually covered in bruises.

Because the ordeal was so devastating, the brief protection that Meng Zhaoyuan had provided was shattered at this moment.

But he did not beg for mercy, nor did he show any resistance.

"Okay, bro, I'll change my clothes and head over."

Su Shen obediently lowered his head, his voice gentle and soft, without any aggression.

"Why bother changing clothes? You'll have to take them off anyway, so let's go."

The waiter impatiently grabbed Su Shen's arm and dragged him toward the elevator.

Su Shen could only hastily adjust his center of gravity and barely keep up with the other person's hurried pace. From an angle where the waiter couldn't see, he quietly tapped the obsidian on his left earlobe twice, neither too hard nor too soft.

The photography module quietly began to operate.

No matter what kind of torture awaits, this earring will become the coldest eye, recording all the most shady transactions within the mansion.

The waiter led Su Shen to the far end of the second-floor corridor, stopped in front of a large mahogany door covered in iron, turned back to give him a warning look, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Go in, don't keep that blank face, be smart."

……

Inside a private VIP ward in the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Beijing First Hospital.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Shen Chonglu hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot like spider webs, and the exhaustion he had been going through had left him no time to even shave off his newly grown stubble. He looked utterly defeated and disheveled, as if all his hard work had been drained.

Song Yunqi also didn't sleep well.

His face was completely drained of color, and his cold phoenix eyes held an unyielding weariness.

Perhaps sensing the fate that was about to befall them, the baby surprisingly calmed down in the latter half of the night.

It had no presence whatsoever, nor did it cause any discomfort whatsoever.

It was as if that unformed little thing was using this docile way to carefully please its cold-hearted father.

At 8:00 a.m. sharp, the nurse pushed the IV cart and mobile hospital bed and opened the door on time.

"Song Yunqi, get ready, it's almost time for surgery."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu's tall body swayed slightly, like a giant mountain that might collapse at any moment, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Song Yunxi didn't look at him. She lifted the blanket and changed into the sterile surgical gown provided by the hospital.

The loose, light blue clothes hung loosely on the young man's thin frame, making him appear even more frail.

"You wait outside."

Song Yunqi lay down on the mobile trolley and, seeing that Shen Chonglu wanted to follow her into the operating room, gave him a curt and impatient order.

Shen Chonglu clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging from his intense effort to suppress his emotions. He opened his mouth, his throat feeling like it was filled with bloody shards of glass, managing to squeeze out a hoarse, monotone sound:

"it is good."

The red light outside the operating room door came on.

Shen Chonglu leaned against the cold wall as if all his strength had left him, then slowly slid down to the ground, burying his head deeply between his knees.

On the operating table, the pale white operating lights shone overhead. Amidst the clatter of cold instruments, Song Yunqi's heart skipped a beat without warning.

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.

The attending physician had his back to him and was methodically preparing the anesthesia equipment and the metal dilator needed for the curettage.

The cold, hard silver tools reflected a chilling sharpness under the light.

Song Yunqi unconsciously gripped the bed sheet beneath her.

He is twenty-six years old this year.

Whether in his childhood, adolescence, or youth, his world was like a cold wasteland. No one cared whether he was in pain or what he truly wanted.

He always thought he hated family ties and blood relations.

But at that very moment, just as the cold anesthetic needle was about to touch his skin, he began to feel inexplicably panicked.

Even at the very last moment, the little thing remained quiet.

The life that parasitized his broken body did not choose to retaliate against him with pain, but silently accepted the reality that it was about to be destroyed.

That was a bloodline that truly belonged to Song Yunqi.

It wasn't those two wolves in sheep's clothing from the Lu family, nor his mother who left him, nor his father who used him to pay off debts.

Instead, it is a soft, fragile, and vibrant little baby whose world consists only of itself and who can only rely on itself.

Song Yunxi wants a home.

A home that requires no exchange of benefits, no calculated maneuvering, only pure bonds.

Her thick, long eyelashes trembled violently, and Song Yunqi's fingers, gripping too tightly, created deep wrinkles in the bed sheet.

The moment the doctor turned away with the needle, Song Yunqi's thin chest heaved violently.

In those usually clear and cold phoenix eyes, an unprecedented look of almost panicked regret emerged.

"Wait a moment."

He suddenly spoke, his tone a mixture of panic and confusion.

The doctor stopped what he was doing and looked at him with some confusion: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Song Yunqi closed her eyes, her Adam's apple bobbing laboriously, and spoke slowly, word by word:

"Excuse me."

"I'm not doing it anymore, let's cancel the surgery."