Second floor?
Chu Wuyang looked up and saw...
The lights there were dim and hazy, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle downstairs.
A gaze seemed to fall from the swirling mist, but it was obscured by the lamplight and smoke.
But it made one's heart skip a beat.
He actually came.
What exactly does he want to do?
Her breathing became unsteady.
Jian Zhou noticed something was wrong, turned his head and asked,
"Yangyang, is this someone you know?"
"Yes, that's right,"
Chu Wuyang nodded slightly, her tone indifferent.
“I once had a client who I helped with a business deal, and he came to express his gratitude.”
"Everyone, please don't be shy, feel free to drink these drinks."
Jian Zhou didn't think much of it and replied with a smile.
"Oh, okay."
Chu Wuyang glanced around at the booths, then tugged at his coat.
"I'll go up and say hello to him. You guys have fun first, I'll come down in a bit."
Chu Wuyang walked to the stairwell leading to the second floor, but was stopped by a tall figure as soon as she got close.
Two bodyguards in black suits stood there motionless, exuding a heavy aura and cold, machine-like eyes, clearly giving off a "keep away" vibe.
She paused, took a soft breath, and gave her name.
The bodyguards exchanged a glance, confirmed the situation, and stepped aside, their tone calm.
"Please come upstairs."
She climbed the stairs, and as soon as her foot touched the second floor,
The surroundings became eerily quiet.
Despite being a semi-open structure, it felt as if a barrier had been silently created around it.
It was dark and quiet, with only a floor lamp in the corner casting a soft light that stretched the shadows long and deep.
Jing Min, dressed in a black bespoke suit, sat alone on the black sofa, leaning back lazily with his eyes half-closed.
As if blending into the darkness,
The dim light swept across his handsome features, illuminating only one side of his face.
The other half remained hidden in the shadows, their expression cold, aloof, and noble.
Hearing the noise, he slowly looked up and glanced over.
"Standing so far away? Are you afraid of me?"
His voice was low, and Chu Wuyang sensed a hint of danger in it. To be honest, she was afraid.
That day, he grabbed her by the neck; by just a hair's breadth, she might have really died.
In the past few days, she also found out Jingmin's "achievements" in the Jin family - his methods were so ruthless that they were almost perverted.
Sometimes, even when he could deliver a fatal blow, he would deliberately lay numerous traps, repeatedly pulling his opponent along, like playing a cat-and-mouse game, dragging it out until the opponent collapsed.
He never plays by the rules, nor is he in a hurry to end things; he just loves to watch people struggle to the death.
What's most frightening is that...
He never easily reveals his true intentions, just like now, showing no restraint whatsoever with her—a completely shameless affair.
Many members of the Jin family who had been tormented by him privately called him "the living Yama".
Chu Wuyang felt a mix of emotions as she recalled these things—
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this person is completely inhuman.
She was no match for him at all.
It's perfectly normal to be afraid of him.
A soft, almost inaudible sigh came from Jing Min in the air—
"They're afraid of me, yet they dare to test my patience again and again."
"come over."
Chu Wuyang slowly approached the sofa and noticed an opened bottle of wine on the table, half empty, with a wine glass next to it.
He's been drinking?
She hesitated for a moment before choosing a seat where she could maintain a safe distance.
A soft scoff came from the other end of the sofa, tinged with mockery and coldness—
"Afraid I'll eat you up? What haven't we done between us?"
"There are no outsiders here, so why are you deliberately keeping your distance? Who are you trying to impress?"
Chu Wuyang's fingers tightened slightly, a fire rising in her heart: This man has a handsome face, but he also has a mouth that makes people hate him.
Can't you just speak properly?
What exactly do you want?
Jing Min casually picked up a few documents from the sofa next to him, his long, slender, pale fingers flipping through them nonchalantly, but his tone was chillingly cold.
"You hung up on me for that kid and then turned off your phone."
As he spoke, he flung the papers in his hand away, the thin sheets tracing sharp arcs in the air—
"Chu Wuyang, you actually like someone with this level of talent?"
Chu Wuyang glanced at the papers lying in front of him, his eyes instantly darkening—
This is Jian Zhou's personal profile.
Their resumes, project records, social backgrounds, and even whether they have a mortgage are all listed precisely.
Her fingers tightened slightly, and her voice, though low, betrayed her anger.
"You investigated him?"
Jingmin lazily leaned back on the sofa.
How would I know you're that blind if I didn't investigate?
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