"Xiao Yu," Yin Chengjue couldn't help but say, "Am I really that bad for you?"

Rong Yu had already struggled to her feet and started quickly putting on her clothes: "It's not a matter of whether they're presentable or not, I'm afraid you can't withstand his beating!"

Yin Chengjue: "...Your second brother admires martial arts?"

Rong Yu: "Please add the word 'very'!"

Yin Chengjue's curiosity about Rong Yu's family intensified: "I can tell that your second brother cares about you a lot, otherwise why would he be so furious when he heard that his younger brother was sleeping with another man? So I think if we communicate with him properly and let him understand your feelings, he should be able to gradually accept it."

Rong Yu had already started putting on her shoes, but seeing that Yin Chengjue remained unmoved, she quickly rushed over, grabbed her clothes, and draped them over Yin Chengjue's body: "Hey, didn't you just talk to him on the phone? Do you think he's someone you can talk to? He's the kind of person who'd rather settle things with his fists than waste words!"

Yin Chengjue silently assessed his own ability to withstand a beating.

Rong Yu immediately realized what Yin Chengjue was thinking, and instantly said seriously, "Brother, everything you have belongs to me, and I will not allow you to get hurt!"

Yin Chengjue silently turned around, pulled down his collar, revealing the back of his neck covered with dense teeth marks from Rong Yu's bite.

Yin Chengjue then lifted the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the marks on his wrist caused by Rong Yu binding him too tightly.

Yin Chengjue lifted his clothes with both hands, revealing his back covered with new and old scratches.

Rong Yu coughed lightly: "Oh, it's normal to lose control sometimes. Besides, I was drugged last night, wasn't I?"

Yin Chengjue said quietly, "Yes, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have known that my Xiaoyu still had my PG in her heart."

Rong Yu: "The medicine is the same, we're both men, how can taking the same medicine have two different effects? My reaction was a perfectly normal male reaction, okay!"

Yin Chengjue: "..." That does seem to make sense.

Rong Yu quickly put the clothes on Yin Chengjue and urged him to leave.

As luck would have it, the two had just taken the elevator to the underground parking garage when Murong Shu rushed to the hotel front desk.

Murong Shu's imposing manner and fierce eyes terrified the receptionist, who stammered for a long time before finally managing to find the room number.

One of the receptionists had a better memory and remembered that the man who booked the five presidential suites on the top floor was surnamed Yin.

"Last night was Mr. Yin's 70th birthday. Mr. Yin booked those suites, probably in case of emergency. I remember someone in our group last night said that he took Mr. Yin back to his room. I guess Mr. Yin knew that he might be up late and wouldn't have time to go home, so he stayed there by himself."

Murong Shu asked for the room number, then turned and walked towards the elevator, just as the elevator on the first floor opened its doors.

The two receptionists breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him go in, and then quickly called the hotel general manager to explain what had just happened.

As soon as Murong Shu stepped out of the elevator, he headed towards the room number he had just learned as fast as he could. Soon, he saw the door with that room number written on it at the end of the corridor. He then raised his long leg and kicked it hard!

With a loud bang, the room door opened and slammed against the wall on one side.

Murong Shu strode in aggressively. In the huge presidential suite, the first thing he saw was a spacious and bright hall with crystal chandeliers hanging in the air. The hall floor was covered with a carpet that was soft to the touch and made it difficult to make any noise.

In the middle of the hall was a sofa set, in front of which was a relatively low tea table, facing a large LCD TV embedded in the wall, which was playing the morning news.

Further down the hall, you can see several rooms. The door to one of the rooms is open, and there are obvious signs that someone has stayed there, but the blankets on the bed have been neatly folded.

The bathroom in this bedroom was closed, but the sound of water could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Upon hearing this voice, Murong Shu's suppressed anger instantly reached its peak!

Good grief! Hearing that he was coming, this guy not only didn't run away, but actually dared to leisurely take a bath here! He clearly doesn't take him seriously at all!

Murong Shu took a deep breath, about to unleash a roar to shoo the two people inside out, but just as he caught his breath, the bathroom door opened, and a man wearing a snow-white bathrobe walked out, drying his hair with one hand.

His hair, damp from the water, fell down in a slightly messy manner, with some slightly curled strands clinging to his fair forehead, partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.

Because the man had a slightly small, baby-faced appearance, his hair covered half of his face. So, from Murong Shu's perspective, all he could see was the man's pert nose, light-colored lips, and the loose-fitting bathrobe that revealed most of his fair shoulders.

Murong Shu's fist, which he had already raised high, froze on the spot...

Murong Shu was truly dumbfounded. Judging from what he had heard on the phone, the man who shared a bed with his brother should have been the one on top. But now it seemed that this man was not even as tall as his brother. Whether it was his face or his slightly thin figure, he didn't look like he could be the one to overpower his brother.

So, is the truth that his brother was the one on top?

Murong Shu's fist suddenly couldn't land.

If that's the case, his fist will probably land on his brother instead...

In those few seconds, the man who came out of the bathroom wiped the water from his eyes, looked up, and saw the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared in his room.

Fortunately, Yin Qiushi has a wealth of life experience and has long since developed a calm mindset in the face of unexpected situations. So when he saw the stranger who suddenly appeared in the room, Yin Qiushi still showed his signature smile.

"Hello, sir, have you come to the wrong room?" Yin Qiushi calmly dried the water off his hair, and with his free hand he twirled the tips of his curly hair. Judging that it was wet enough, he picked up the hairdryer hanging outside the bathroom.

Before turning on the hairdryer, Yin Qiushi thoughtfully pointed to the door and said, "Please remember to close the door when you leave, sir. Thank you."

"Where is Murong Yu?" Seeing how calm the other party was, Murong Shu had no choice but to suppress his anger. He looked behind Yin Qiushi, as if he wanted to make Rong Yu come out of the bathroom.

"Murong Yu?" Yin Qiushi was taken aback. Noticing Murong Shu's gaze, he vaguely realized something and couldn't help but laugh. "Sir, you've really entered the wrong room. I don't have the person you're looking for here. I slept alone last night. If you don't believe me, feel free to look around."

Seeing that Yin Qiushi's gaze was sincere and his expression seemed genuine, Murong Shu realized that he might have entered the wrong room, so he asked, "Aren't you surnamed Yin?"

Yin Qiushi: "It is true that my surname is Yin."

Murong Shu frowned: "Someone said that President Yin brought a man to stay last night. Is that true?"

"That's not possible. As I just said, I live alone..." At this point, Yin Qiushi suddenly remembered that his nephew had indeed been taking a male celebrity around last night. Could it be that he brought him here to rest last night as well?

If that's really the case...

Yin Qiushi looked the man up and down and vaguely realized that the person this man was looking for was probably his nephew.

Despite his thoughts, Yin Qiushi quickly replied, "I already said that I really live here alone. You must have come to the wrong room. There are quite a few people in this world with the surname Yin. Last night was the birthday of the old patriarch of the Yin family, and relatives from near and far all came. They are all surnamed Yin."

Yin Qiushi shrugged: "In this kind of situation, it's not surprising that people bring someone into the room after drinking too much, since we're all adults."

"What did you say!" Murong Shu was immediately annoyed by these words. "What do you mean we're all adults? Are you all just condoning this kind of behavior?!"

Yin Qiushi thought he had been very patient. He had just gotten up in the morning and come out of the bathroom after washing up when he saw a tall man standing there asking him for someone. Anyone would be confused in that situation, right?

Yin Qiushi's tone revealed a hint of impatience: "Sir, firstly, I don't have the person you're looking for here. Secondly, everyone who was able to enter last night's banquet was an adult. I believe that an adult is capable enough to distinguish right from wrong, so this is not a matter of whether we condone it or not."

"What do you mean? So you think it's okay to bring people into rooms and mess around at a banquet like this? Don't you think that's disgusting?" Murong Shu said angrily.

Yin Qiushi rubbed his temples: "Sir, you don't need to take your anger out on me. First of all, I didn't do what you said. If you're really in a hurry, I suggest you go find someone first, instead of wasting your time here. You've already disturbed my rest."

"Then I can only apologize in advance. If you need compensation, just name the amount, and I will pay you back in full," Murong Shu said.

Yin Qiushi: "That won't be necessary."

Murong Shu: "It's still necessary because the door to this room is broken and needs repair. Here's my contact information. Tell me the amount of compensation later, and I'll make it up to you."

Yin Qiushi then noticed the poor door and realized just how violently this guy had entered.

Watching Murong Shu's departing figure, Yin Qiushi rubbed his temples, thinking to himself: Ah Jue, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into...?