"Oh, really? I want to see who is so arrogant to support her?" The male model who was massaging Wen Ning had just finished speaking when Lu Shiyan's voice suddenly appeared. His voice was terrifying and creepy.

God knows how many red lights he ran to get here so quickly. As soon as he got out of the car, he rushed here directly. Seeing her surrounded by five or six male models, his anger suddenly reached its peak. Good, very good, she always gets angry.

The sudden familiar voice startled Wen Ning, and she nearly lost her grip on the glass, spilling a few drops of wine. Despite her inner shock, she quickly composed herself, feigning a casual smile. "Oh, who was I thinking? It's the renowned Mr. Lu! I never imagined someone as busy as you could find the leisure to hang out in a place like this."

It should take at least twenty minutes to get here from his company, but now it's only been ten minutes? The distance has been cut in half. It seems that this car definitely has the potential to be a racing car. The speed it can drive is so fast, which shows how angry it is.

The others had been frozen in fear since Lu Shiyan appeared. His aura was simply too overwhelming, and even if they weren't paying attention, they knew who he was. After all, Master Lu of Jinghua was well-known. Although he had only appeared once or twice in the media, his reputation was enough to make people aware of him. Furthermore, Miss Wen had just called him Master Lu, so she couldn't get away with it.

They stared at Wen Ning in shock. They had never imagined that the person who had angered her was actually Mr. Lu of the Lu Group, and that she was actually Mr. Lu's woman? It was over, it was completely over. Would they be out of work and banned forever? Oh my god, what bad luck had they had to encounter such a revered Buddha.

Just now, he was mocking Master Lu, but now, is he really going to die?

Wen Ning appreciated their expressions and said calmly, "What are you doing? Why are you all standing there? Are you saying hello to our Master Lu? And don't stop massaging me. I'm still dizzy."

Wen Ning said so, but the man couldn't press it even if he was beaten to death. If he did, his hand would probably be chopped off. He stood there stiffly, wanting to cry but unable to, with a smile that was uglier than crying. "Miss Wen, please stop toying with him, okay? Otherwise, he's really going to be toyed to death."

Wen Ning crossed her legs and leaned casually on the sofa. Several people stood there awkwardly. She took a sip of wine from her glass, then looked at him fearlessly and said, "Look, you came here and scared my people so much that they dared not move."

"Oh, I'd like to see who is not afraid of death and dares to move." Lu Shiyan said in a low and cold voice. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he swept coldly over everyone present.

He lifted his foot and walked towards her, each step filled with anger. The steady and powerful footsteps struck the heartstrings of everyone present like a heavy hammer, making them tense involuntarily.

As Lu Shiyan approached, everyone present felt an invisible pressure looming over them. They swallowed nervously, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads, as if they were trying hard to suppress their inner fear and uneasiness.

When he was only one step away from Wen Ning, he stopped, his eyes fixed on Wen Ning, without even glancing at the others. His voice was cold and ruthless: "Why, you're still standing there? Do you still want to stay here and wait for someone to collect your bodies?"

Hearing this, the few people turned around and hurried away as if they had received a pardon. Their steps were hurried and frantic, as if they were afraid that if they were a step slower, they would be involved in something terrible.

Wen Ning looked at the people leaving and suddenly became anxious. He shouted hurriedly, "Hey, I called you here. You are not allowed to leave without my order."

The only response she got was the cold slam of a door. Wen Ning was so angry that his teeth were itching.

In the blink of an eye, the originally bustling place became deserted, with only him and Wen Ning left.

Wen Ning thought it would be best for her to avoid the spotlight for the time being, so he said casually, "If you like this, I'll give it to you. I'll go home first." She was about to get up and slip away. However, Lu Shiyan didn't give her a chance. He put one hand on the back of the sofa and took a step forward, blocking her way. She was trapped like this, unable to move.

"Get out of the way." She said weakly. Looking at his furious expression, she felt that she was doomed.

"Hmm? Not so arrogant anymore? Weren't you very capable just now? Hmm?" Lu Shiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low, with a hint of displeasure and majesty. He stared at the woman in front of him, anger rising in his heart. He really couldn't understand why this woman knew how to deal with him so well. He was just a little late, and she had brought him to this point? Was she doing this on purpose to piss him off?

"What's it to you?" Wen Ning continued to be stubborn.

"Oh, what does it have to do with me? What do you think?" Lu Shiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at her dangerously, as if she would be dead if she said anything bad.

Wen Ning somehow understood his look and wanted to blurt it out, but, since she was outnumbered, she'd better not provoke him. Otherwise, she'd be the one to suffer. As expected, an angry Master Lu was not to be trifled with. Now she understood the rumors.

"Um, mute? Not talking anymore?"

"Do you like this? Or this?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lu Shiyan deliberately moved closer to her and said, his voice low and charming, with a bit of tenderness and charm, as if it could suck away a person's soul.

They were face to face, breathing in each other's breath, only a few millimeters apart, their entire posture strangely ambiguous. He had one foot kneeling on the sofa, hunched over, one hand supporting the sofa, his entire body presenting a lazy yet dangerous posture, like a cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Even though the atmosphere wasn't very suitable, Wen Ning was still somewhat bewildered by his sudden action, and his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

She tried to remain calm and tried to express her dissatisfaction with his behavior with her eyes, but when she met his deep and dangerous eyes, all the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, her mind was blank, only the figure of the man in front of her kept getting bigger and bigger, occupying her entire sight.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a wicked smile, as if he could see through her inner panic. Then, he slowly reached out and gently stroked her cheek. The delicate touch spread throughout her body like an electric current, making her tremble involuntarily.

"Did they touch you like this just now?" The words were casual and dangerous, as if Wen Ning could easily break her neck if she answered yes.