The evening reception continued, the crystal chandeliers shimmering, and amidst the clinking of glasses, the undercurrents of connections and interests flowed. Such high-profile business events typically involve two days, with the dinner merely the beginning.

Chu Wuyang, dressed in a deep blue evening gown, stood tall and aloof, and she and Jian Zhou standing in the corner became one of the most eye-catching sights in the room.

"Mr. Chu, this toast is for you—"

"I'm sorry, our CEO Chu is a bit too heavy, so I drank it for her."

Jian Zhou politely and decisively accepted the wine from the other party and drank it all in one gulp.

"Thanks."

Chu Wuyang smiled and gestured, then looked at Jian Zhou.

He always stood by her side, subtly keeping away anyone who wanted to get close to her. He skillfully blocked her from drinking and spoke appropriately on her behalf, protecting her completely and respectfully all the way.

But for some reason, from the moment Jian Zhou approached, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

It wasn't an action, nor a tone of voice, but an inexplicable intuition—like the seemingly calm surface of the sea.

But something is slowly approaching from the seabed, so gently it's alarming.

A dangerous aura was approaching in the air; it was warm, yet sent chills down one's spine.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the cup.

Furthermore, she usually has a very high alcohol tolerance, and she didn't drink much tonight. In addition, Jian Zhou blocked her from drinking, so it shouldn't have happened.

But at that moment, she felt her breath becoming hot, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her neck; her mind went blank for a moment.

It's like looking at the world through water.

"How are you?"

Jian Zhou leaned closer and whispered, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Would you like me to take you upstairs to rest? I'll handle things here."

Chu Wuyang rubbed his temples, his voice lowering.

"Okay... thank you for your help."

She didn't ask any more questions; her intuition told her that she had to leave the room as soon as possible.

She called the service hotline and asked the staff to book a room for her.

When she reached the elevator, she swayed slightly and leaned against the wall for support.

My head was spinning, the sounds around me seemed to be covered by a layer of cotton, my body felt like it was being soaked in scalding steam, and I felt extremely hot.

By the time I reached the elevator, I was so dizzy I felt unsteady on my feet, and my steps were light and unsteady.

I was just about to lean against the elevator door to catch my breath.

But when I looked up, I saw a couple embracing tightly against the wall, their passionate embrace so intense that it was hard to look away.

The man leaned against the wall with one hand, pressing down on the woman, his lips almost touching hers, as if he couldn't wait to kiss her.

The woman should tilt her head back and respond with a tender gesture, as if responding to a relentless offensive.

Chu Wuyang paused for a moment, instinctively turning her head to avoid eye contact, and was about to turn and leave—

"Miss Chu?"

She heard someone calling her.

It was Mo Sangyu's voice.

She paused slightly.

Turning around, I saw Mo Sangyu wearing a pale gold dress, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed.

One hand was still resting on the shoulder of the man's suit beside her.

The man's face was buried deep in his hands; he was so drunk he was barely conscious and seemed indifferent to whether anyone was around.

Mo Sangyu laughed heartily, quickly composed herself, and explained softly.

"I'm sorry, my husband has had too much to drink and has been behaving inappropriately."

"I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you."

She deliberately pronounced the word "sir" clearly, as if reaffirming a certain sense of belonging.

Her tone was as gentle as ever, and the shyness and matter-of-factness on her face were just right.

Chu Wuyang gazed at her without responding; the heat in his heart seemed to have suddenly turned inside out, burning even more intensely.

Mo Sangyu's gaze swept lightly over her flushed cheeks and noticeably unsteady stance, and his smile deepened.

"Why is Miss Chu's face so red? Is it because of the alcohol?"

Chu Wuyang didn't answer, only saying "Excuse me," and turned to leave.

I don't know if I'm hallucinating because my mind isn't clear.

She could hear the woman's soft moans and the man's heavy breathing coming from the elevator entrance behind her, without any attempt to conceal them.

Chu Wuyang stood frozen in place. A cold wind swept over her, but she still felt hot, sweat beading on her forehead, while her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, icy cold.

My heart has turned cold.

In a daze, someone called her name from the other side, but she couldn't even hear who it was.