"Why not?" Ning Bingyu casually tossed the vase onto the sofa impatiently.
Then, he grabbed her slender waist, casually lifted her up, and placed her back on the table.
The man's passionate yet icy kiss landed on her shoulder, his long fingers hooking into her lace stockings.
"Let go... This isn't a suitable place..." Chu Hongyu struggled to hold his hand down, but he held her firmly, pinching her chin.
She could only passively endure his kisses and caresses.
"Ugh..." Her eyes reddened in embarrassment.
His skills were too superb; he knew her body better than she did, and every move he made precisely targeted her sensitive spots.
Ning Bingyu's expression remained calm, but a dark undercurrent surged deep within his peach blossom eyes. In the instant he pinned her to the wall, he bit her lip in a hoarse voice—
"Didn't you ask me what I wanted? I'm not in a good mood right now, but your body can calm me down."
Chu Hongyu's body went limp, and she could only hold onto his shoulders tightly, her body rising and falling with his movements, cursing intermittently, "Damn it...you...you beast in human clothing!"
Neither of them had taken off their clothes; in fact, they appeared to be fully clothed.
But beneath this eerie "calm" lies a surging tide of emotions and suppressed gasps for breath.
This contrast made Chu Hongyu feel even more ashamed and even more depraved.
...
Cha Meiling's hand, which was originally reaching out to grasp the doorknob of the lounge, froze in mid-air.
A faint, familiar, deep male voice drifted through the crack in the door and into her ears.
She seemed rooted to the spot, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.
Cha Meiling snapped her eyes shut, repeatedly telling herself in her heart—
These private lounges, originating from 17th-century European aristocratic balls, were originally designed to facilitate secret rendezvous and clandestine affairs between lovers.
But... Ning Bingyu is different.
Even if he's a womanizer, he's still just a dashing young nobleman.
His every move exuded the dignity and composure of a scion of a noble family, and he would never do anything...unseemly in a place like this.
She must have misheard.
The sound must be coming from the next room or at the end of the corridor, causing her to have a hallucination.
Cha Meiling slowly released her grip on the doorknob, turned around somewhat dejectedly, and walked unsteadily toward the lounge at the other end of the corridor.
Besides, even if Brother Yu is really having sex inside right now, it's none of her business.
She is Zhou Yan's fiancée, and Brother Yu is just her ex-boyfriend whom she didn't want. What he does has nothing to do with her.
...
However, the atmosphere in the lounge right next to the main entrance was tense and filled with a sense of suppressed hostility.
Ning Yuan leaned against the door with her arms crossed, coldly looking at Zhou Yan: "What exactly do you want?"
Zhou Yan chuckled lightly: "Miss Ning Qi, why are you so nervous? I just want to have a chat with you."
Ning Yuan said expressionlessly, "What are you talking about? Do you really think that just because you're a senior police superintendent, you can do whatever you want in the Hong Kong government?"
Zhou Yan spread his hands: "Don't be so hostile. I have no hostility towards you, sister-in-law. It was just a misunderstanding before. I heard you're short of money? Do you need my help?"
Ning Yuan frowned slightly, her eyes filled with wariness: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Yan's thin lips curved into a flirtatious smile: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just the literal meaning. If you need money, I can help."
Looking at the familiar face in front of her, Ning Yuan was momentarily dazed.
She suddenly remembered a long time ago, in that remote countryside, someone with the same face had carried a heavy load of firewood and earnestly said, "Need money? I have a salary, I'll support you."
However, Zhou Yan, who was standing in front of him, had the same face as Rong Zhaonan, but his eyes lacked Rong Zhaonan's purity and persistence, and instead had a bit more of a cynical attitude and an unpredictable sinister look.
Ning Yuan narrowed her clear almond-shaped eyes and said sarcastically, "Superintendent Zhou, what exactly are you trying to do? Why are you suddenly being so enthusiastic towards me, a suspect? If Chief Evan finds out, your job as the head of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau is probably over."
She paused, then said coldly, "Or... do you have some kind of conspiracy?"
Zhou Yan chuckled softly, took a step closer to Ning Yuan, and his slender fingers picked up the crystal tassel hanging from her waist—
"Of course I know that Miss Ning is the daughter of the Ning family. How could she really be short of money? I did this simply to help my sister-in-law and niece out of their immediate crisis."
Ning Yuan angrily pulled back her belt: "Superintendent Zhou, are you being so kind? Has the sun risen in the west?"
He's clearly provoking me, you shameless bastard!
Zhou Yan once again pulled on the thin crystal tassel belt around Ning Yuan's waist.
He bent down slightly, his tall figure closing in, trapping her between the door and his hot breath.
He looked down at Ning Yuan with a half-smile: "I've made myself so clear, why are you still pretending to be confused, sister-in-law? Don't you know my 'heart'?"
The man's voice, like his gaze, carried a hint of frivolity and amusement, like a hook that could draw out the most hidden desires in one's heart.
Ning Yuan looked at him coldly, then suddenly turned around and locked the door to the lounge with a "click".
She raised her chin, her eyes sharp and cold: "Take it off."
Zhou Yan was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with interest: "Sister-in-law, are you sure? Here?"
Ning Yuan crossed her arms and leaned lazily against the door, her eyes unfathomable: "Why not? The 'feeling' that Superintendent Zhou talks about, isn't it just that he wants to sleep with me? I'll give you a chance."
Zhou Yan chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of danger: "With your sister-in-law being so unrestrained, if my brother were alive, he would definitely be very 'reluctant' to die."
Ning Yuan frowned impatiently and urged coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. I need to inspect the goods. Not just any man deserves my bed, Ning Qi's."
She glanced at Zhou Yan with disdain, as if he were merely a commodity waiting to be sold.
A sinister glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, but he then chuckled lightly and stepped back slightly, giving each other some space.
Then, he slowly began to unbutton his suit jacket, as if he were waging a silent contest.
The suit jacket was casually tossed aside, revealing a meticulously ironed black shirt underneath.
Zhou Yan began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, and as the buttons were undone, his muscular chest was gradually revealed.
His muscles were sleek and powerful, exuding an alluring aura of masculinity in the dim lighting of the lounge.
Ning Yuan stared unabashedly at his movements as he undressed, her gaze cold and sharp.
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