The eight male models sat down politely, their conversation witty and humorous, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Qin Yuwei was clearly an expert, and she was having a lively conversation about music with one of them.

Meanwhile, the sunny type, with a gentle smile, was introducing Su Qianqian to the bar's signature cocktails.

His voice was deep and pleasant. He moved a little closer, and the faint scent of aftershave on his body made Su Qianqian, who was already slightly tipsy, even more dazed.

The snacks and drinks that came with the order of male enhancement products were served quickly.

"This Moonlit Night flavor is more refreshing, with a touch of minty coolness. Would you like to try it?"

The sunny male model smiled, leaned slightly forward, and rested his arms naturally on the back of the sofa. His full chest muscles were faintly visible beneath the two unbuttoned buttons of his collar.

Qin Yuwei, who was watching from the side, nudged Su Qianqian with her elbow, winked, and mouthed, "Touch! What are you afraid of! Try it out!"

Encouraged by alcohol and fueled by a small desire for revenge against Gu Chengyu, Su Qianqian's heart was pounding.

As if possessed, filled with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness, she quietly raised her trembling fingertips and reached towards the undulating contours so close to her...

Just as her fingertips were less than an inch from the target, a large, well-defined hand suddenly gripped Su Qianqian's slender wrist, which was harboring ill intentions.

"Ah!" Su Qianqian exclaimed in fright, quickly pulling her hand back like a startled rabbit.

She looked up in alarm, only to be met by a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be churning with a terrifying storm.

Young Master Gu? Gu Chengyu?

How did he end up here?

Su Qianqian's dizzy little head cleared up considerably.

She thought he wouldn't notice, but she actually bumped into him, oh dear.

That's it!

Waaaaah.

Gu Chengyu stood beside the booth, his tall figure casting an oppressive shadow under the lights.

He was still wearing the same black shirt from the conference room, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing the sharp lines of his Adam's apple, and matching suit trousers.

His handsome face was expressionless, but his tightly pursed thin lips and the slightly throbbing veins on his forehead revealed the overwhelming anger he was suppressing at that moment.

He gripped Su Qianqian's wrist very tightly.

"Su, Qian, Qian!"

Gu Chengyu's voice was terrifyingly low, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.