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Lu Xinyao slightly narrowed her eyes, her face flushed red from the alcohol, the noisy atmosphere in the bar made her feel faintly that she was out of place. After a week of inspecting, he did not find anyone suitable to the taste. He switched to a glass of low concentration wine from the bartender and took a sip. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a rather dark corner.

The light just so happened to shine on the man's handsome face, his thin, wine-stained lips curved into a smile, it was unknown if he felt Lu Xinyao's gaze, or if he did it on purpose.

This slightly alluring smile caused Lu Xinyao to be slightly stunned, the wine in the tilted cup almost spilled onto her skirt. Ye Zichen placed the cup down, then turned around, but didn't see the man. The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer. He secretly shook his head and finished the rest of the wine in his cup.

”Beautiful girl, are you interested in playing with me?” Just as Lu Xinyao was about to leave after not being able to find her target, the man who had just attracted her attention walked to her side. A hand was placed on her waist, holding her in his embrace. He whispered something into her ear, and casually picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter's hand and offered it to her.

It was unknown whether it was because the alcohol had made Lu Xinyao excited, or because the actions between the two of them were too intimate, but Lu Xinyao subconsciously nodded his head. Her already tender cheeks were once again covered in a layer of red. The burning sensation on her face gave her the illusion that she was having a fever. When she felt the man's large hand on her waist, she didn't have the slightest reservation as she cooperated with him. Like a small bird, she snuggled into his embrace.

The two of them walked out of the bar, surrounded by several hotels, making it convenient for the customers who didn't return home during the night. The two of them seemed to have reached a common understanding as they recently rented a room in the same hotel.

The man brought Lu Xinyao into the bathroom, and the two of them took a shower together. It was unknown who had deliberately moved to break this delicate relationship, bringing about a movement that was inappropriate for children.

Until Lu Xinyao passed out from exhaustion, the man finally revealed his true nature, a look of disgust flashing past his eyes. He got up from the bed, walked into the bathroom to wash his body, and after putting on his clothes, he saw that he did not even look at Lu Xinyao before he left.

On the morning of the second day, Lu Juyan got up, walked to the bathroom to wash up, and inadvertently glanced at the shoes at the entrance. Ye Zichen pursed his lips and put down the hand that was about to pick up the apron.

He went back to his room to change into his suit and shoes, but just as he was about to leave, the doorbell rang. He opened the door, looked at Lu Yuqiu's secretary, and saw that the hand holding the door had mysteriously closed.

”Young Master, Master wants you to go home.”

Just as Lu Juyan was closing the door, the secretary quickly used her foot to create a gap, enduring the pain that came from her foot. After taking a deep breath, he dutifully relayed the orders that Lu Yuqiu had issued to him.

At the moment, Du Yanqing was not present, so he did not try to conceal himself. He abruptly kicked the secretary's foot, closing the door the moment she withdrew her foot. Looking at the empty room, he took off his suit jacket, returned to the kitchen habitually, and sat down leisurely for breakfast.

The secretary who was outside held onto the leg that Lu Juyan had kicked away, and his entire leg felt a numbing pain. His slightly rosy lips turned pale and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. This made him suddenly have an illusion: was his foot crippled?

While Lu Juyan was eating breakfast, the doorbell kept ringing. He ignored it and pretended not to hear anything. When it was almost time, he put on his suit jacket and opened the door. Looking at his persistent secretary, a trace of sleepiness flashed across his eyes. He shut his mouth tightly and resisted the urge to puke.