"Relax…"

A humid, hot fog rose before Meng Jiuyi's eyes, and the surrounding temperature increased; she had nowhere to escape.

She clung to the man's back.

It's more like resistance.

Beads of sweat dripped down her face as the man kissed her lips.

Tears streamed down Meng Jiuyi's face, and with a forced hatred in her eyes, she bit his shoulder hard.

...

Three months ago.

Inside the locker room, Meng Jiuyi put on a human skin mask.

The stunningly beautiful face in the mirror suddenly became ordinary.

She put her hair up, drew her eyebrows, and applied lipstick.

She pursed her lips and smiled at herself in the mirror. Not bad, it looked quite natural.

As she left the dressing room, she pushed a cart full of red wine onto a table. A waiter dressed similarly approached her, and she quickly lowered her head, but he didn't notice anything amiss.

She walked around the corner and stopped in front of a private room, then adjusted her name tag on her chest—which concealed a miniature camera.

To make sure everything was in order, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, bent her hand to knock on the door, and pushed it open.

The interior is incredibly luxurious.

Several men in suits were sitting on the sofa, their breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with their mocking laughter.

“Miss Tang, you know this guy’s preferences perfectly.”

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a glamorous red dress standing in front of the man in the middle of the sofa, holding a microphone and singing to him. Her voice was like a gentle stream.

Meng Jiuyi, a drama enthusiast, knew who the woman was, which is why he won the Tiantan Award for his work. Tang Ning is currently the most popular actress in the entertainment industry.

The tabloids say that the line of suitors chasing her could stretch all the way to France.

Who would be worth her going to such lengths for?

After Meng Jiuyi went in, he kept a low profile, squatted down by the coffee table to open a glass of red wine, but couldn't help glancing at them out of the corner of his eye.

The man leaned back on the sofa, his long legs casually spread apart. Tang Ning had completely shielded him, so Meng Jiuyi could only see his hand resting on the sofa.

With long, slender joints, a brown tourbillon watch rested securely on his wrist.

The others then started to jeer – as Tang Ning was singing, she knelt down directly between the man's spread legs.

"Third Young Master, do you need my help?"

She put down the microphone, cupped a flame in her palm, and slowly approached the cigarette between the man's lips. The blue flame illuminated his deep features, making him strikingly handsome in the misty blue light.

Tang Ning felt her heart pounding.

Even when she was right in front of him, her knees almost touching his thighs, the man didn't move. He just leaned back on the sofa, holding a whiskey glass in his hand, the liquid not even swaying.

"Get down," Meng Jiuyi heard him say.

His tone was so casual, it sounded more like a teasing than a command.

"No!"

A sly smile flashed in Tang Ning's eyes. "Today is my birthday, can't Third Young Master give me some face?"

While the food was being plated, Meng Jiuyi saw the man's face through the swaying stream of wine in his glass.

Her facial contours were perfectly sculpted, as if carved by a knife; adding even a tiny bit would be superfluous.

His eyes were hidden in the dim light, concealed beneath thick, dark eyelashes. His face, already extremely aggressive, appeared frivolous and wicked because of the upturned corners of his lips.

You hypocrite!

— Tan Yuchen, the third son of the Bairui Group.

As a company whose business spans the entire Kyushu region, the leaders of the Pine Group are known for their low profile. Even when doing large-scale business in China, the Tan family is always involved, but the public rarely sees members of the Tan family at press conferences, let alone in newspapers or interviews.

The only way to learn a few words about the family was through this third young master who was fond of sensual pleasures.

He never repeats his female companions. Compared to Tan Jia, who is extremely low-key, he is exceptionally high-profile. The Kyushu Entertainment News frequently features him on its front page.

Whether it was due to someone's intervention or something else, he was mostly seen from behind in entertainment tabloids, with very few photos showing his profile.

Therefore, the tabloids published the prices—

A clear shot of her face will fetch 100,000.

The video was captured, and the reward is 150,000.

Four hundred thousand dollars for filming a video that sparked a sex scandal.

The scene before my eyes was more explosive than ever before: a wealthy young master and a newly crowned movie queen, a classic tale in the entertainment industry!

Tonight, the entertainment newspapers will probably go crazy over it.

He's no beast at all; he's clearly her adorable God of Wealth.

Thinking about the six extra digits that would soon appear in his bank account, Meng Jiuyi poured himself a drink, struggling to suppress the upward curve of his lips, when the other person suddenly glanced to the side.

He caught her gaze.

Just then, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, carried an unfamiliar fragrance from the private room, its chilling scent hitting her face.

Those eyes were dark and languid, without any ripples. He must have drunk quite a bit of alcohol, because his Adam's apple bobbed and a faint warmth rose to his face. Even a few more seconds of eye contact made Meng Jiuyi's heart race.

She quickly lowered her head.

Tang Ning was still holding the fire, waiting for him. Tan Yuchen lazily withdrew his gaze, and the cigarette in his mouth touched the flame gathered in Tang Ning's hand, slowly rising into a wisp of smoke.

The cheers grew louder and louder. From Meng Jiuyi's perspective, it looked like they were kissing. The sound of coins snapping in her mind suddenly became louder. She knew when to stop and got up to push the food cart away.

A casual voice suddenly sounded from behind—

"stop!"

The entire private room fell silent instantly, and everyone was somewhat puzzled.

To whom are you speaking?

Meng Jiuyi knew she should leave without looking back, but her steps seemed to be nailed down by that command, and she couldn't move an inch.

She turned around gently, and Tang Ning had already tactfully moved to the side.

Tan Yuchen slowly lifted his eyelids, and light flooded into his dark eyes as he looked at her.

"liquor."

Meng Jiuyi tensed up, realizing he wanted her to pour the wine.

"OK."

She picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it slightly onto the coffee table towards him.

It was as if a rubber band was tugging at Meng Jiuyi's nerves. On the other end, he leaned lazily on the sofa, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top two buttons, his prominent Adam's apple like a burning block of ice.

She dared not get too close; the bottle's rim touched the wine glass in his hand, and it slowly tipped over.

The bottle was full, and the rubber band had come loose.

However, from who knows where, a force hooked her ankle under the coffee table, causing Meng Jiuyi to lose her balance and fall forward, landing in his arms along with the wine.