Since that day, Yu Qiao has never been to the underground boxing ring again. Occasionally, when she runs into Pei Jin while looking for Yu Lingze, she pretends not to see him and coldly ignores his presence, not even glancing at him.

They completely ignored him, as if Pei Jin didn't exist at all.

Pei Jin remained silent, but his initial deliberate ignoring of her suspicion gradually turned into unease and anxiety, with him staring at Yu Qiao with a sinister gaze several times.

It's like watching a heartless man.

Yu Qiao pretended not to notice his gaze, smiled charmingly, and swaggered away after greeting Yu Lingze.

Inside the Heaven on Earth bar owned by the Yu family.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, colorful neon lights flickered, and the entire city of A was laid out below.

A lavish party is underway inside VIP room V31. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of red wine are being used to wash hair and rags, and RMB notes are still floating in the air. The manager is leading a dozen young women in a row, all with hot figures and alluring charm, available for anyone to choose from.

"Tsk, Boss Pei, you go first. This woman is fucking hot! Look at her breasts, her waist, her long legs!" The speaker was Song Chen, one of the boxers in the underground boxing ring, who was rubbing his hands together with a lecherous look as he stared at the row of provocative women.

Today is a gathering of underground boxers; only the top thirty have the opportunity to participate, and all expenses are paid by Yu Ling.

As Pei Jin is a rising star in the underground boxing scene, everyone's attention is focused on him.

Pei Jin sat in the main seat of the sofa, a cigarette between his long, well-defined fingers, the crimson flame flickering faintly in the distance.

The smoke blurred his sharply defined, handsome face. His long, dark eyelashes trembled, but he didn't glance at them. His voice, hoarse and deep from the cigarette smoke, said, "I'm not interested."

"Oh?" Song Chen raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "As expected of Boss Pei, he's not even interested in women."

"Yeah, Boss Pei, with your incredible stamina, how can you quell the fire in your body if you don't mess around with women?!" The speaker was a fat man with dyed red hair in the underground boxing ring, named Dai Jun.

He downed a whole bottle of Wuliangye liquor with gusto, then grabbed a woman with curly hair and a purple dress, pulled her into his arms, and gave her a big kiss.

The woman's eyes flashed with disgust, but as she looked up, her expression instantly transformed into a shy, smiling smile as she pointed at Dai Jun's chest: "You're so annoying~"

Pei Jin stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, stood up abruptly, and his slender figure immediately cast a large shadow.

Standing nearly two meters tall, with a slender and strong physique, he resembled a wild beast standing upright.

His expression was inscrutable. He lifted his long legs and walked out, slowly tossing out a sentence: "You guys continue. I'm leaving."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room slammed shut with a bang, and the room immediately erupted in sounds of revelry.

Pei Jin's dark eyes were filled with a complex, crimson light. He lifted his long eyelashes and suddenly, his cold and violent gaze fell through the floor-to-ceiling window onto the pretty figure on the dance floor being fawned over by a group of male models.

A spotlight shone on the center of the dance floor, where a luxurious fountain stood, surrounded by a dozen security guards who strictly guarded an area of ​​nearly twenty square meters.

Yu Qiao leaned back comfortably in a crystal armchair, wearing a fitted light purple fishtail dress, her skin as white as snow, and a pair of transparent crystal shoes on her fair and slender legs.

A man in a suit knelt on the ground, reverently holding a wine glass for her.

A young man with cat ears on his head smiled shyly as he fanned Yu Qiao with a fan.

There was also a shirtless, white-haired man with abs, who was massaging Yu Qiao's shoulders with a smirk, occasionally leaning down to ask softly, "Sister, is this pressure okay?"

That wasn't all. There were more than a dozen male models of all kinds, vying to surround Yu Qiao and show off their beauty.

Pei Jin's arms, hidden under his sleeves, suddenly bulged with veins, his narrow eyes turned bloodshot, and his tongue pressed against his back teeth as he stared intently at the scene, feeling his blood rush to his head.

Yu Qiao seemed to sense his undeniable gaze, lazily lifting her eyelids and gently raising her delicate chin.

When she saw Pei Jin in the attic through a glass partition, her red lips curved into a smile, and her pretty face lit up with a grin.

With her long, slender, pale fingers, Yu Qiao picked up a wine glass and swirled the wine in Pei Jin's eyes with a defiant and arrogant look. Finally, with a gentle smile on her face, she tilted the wine glass with her fingertips, hooking the chin of the man kneeling on the ground. Her expression was lazy, but her movements were slow and elegant as she tilted the wine glass.

The man in the suit tilted his long neck back, parted his thin lips slightly, and swallowed the red wine.

His gaze was a mixture of reluctance and attraction as he hooked his arm around Yu Qiao's excessively fair wrist: "Sister, I want more."