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The late autumn was bleak, the chill growing deeper.
Xu Ni’s fingertips traced the rim of her coffee cup, her stomach churning with acid and discomfort. She had drunk quite a bit today, and though she appeared calm on the surface, her mind was hazy.
She lifted her gaze.
Looking upstairs.
This was a resort villa, with a ski slope behind it and the sea in front. Originally, tonight’s party was supposed to set sail, but sudden heavy rain had forced the cancellation of the plan.
Trapping this group of wealthy young heirs in this enormous villa.
At the same time…
Her official boyfriend was currently upstairs, passionately entangled with a beautiful woman.
A faint smile flickered in Xu Ni’s eyes, though it was hard to tell what emotion lay behind it.
The coffee had gone cold.
Xu Ni stood up.
She wore a white qipao embroidered with blue patterns, yet there was no trace of demureness on her. Instead, she exuded an eerie, unrestrained allure, her charm impossible to conceal. Her figure was not like those of the delicate, pale, and slender heiresses who pursued thinness at all costs—she was voluptuous and fiery, a stark contrast to her otherwise cool and composed face.
The first floor was bustling with activity. The villa was astonishingly large, with enough space on the ground floor alone to accommodate over a hundred people for revelry.
Xu Ni calculated the time.
It had started fifteen minutes ago.
Fu Qibai had taken the overseas-returned woman upstairs with the crowd, quietly slipping into a room.
Three minutes for flirting.
Two minutes for passionate kissing.
Two minutes for undressing.
Three minutes for mutual caressing.
Five minutes for foreplay.
By now, they should have moved on to the main course, shouldn’t they?
If not, how incompetent could Fu Qibai be?
She walked slowly upstairs.
The layout here was relatively complex, with rooms arranged in a crisscrossing design. The back wall was covered in a kaleidoscope-like mirror, disorienting the eyes.
Xu Ni stopped in front of one of the doors.
She couldn’t hear any movement inside—the soundproofing was too good, and the music downstairs was incessant.
Leaning against the faintly reflective mirrored wall, Xu Ni ground the heel of her high heel against the floor, idly playing with her phone. She turned on Bluetooth and connected it. Downstairs, there was a massive projection screen that no one was using. If she connected to it now, she could put on a spectacular live show.
A free, high-quality tutorial.
Her expression was relaxed, and she even had time to unwrap a piece of candy for herself. Then, she opened her phone’s video recording.
Just as she was about to kick the door open—
Click.
A sound came from the neighboring room.
Xu Ni instinctively turned her head, and the recording camera aimed at that door.
The door to the neighboring room opened. It was unclear what the person inside had been doing, but he happened to be standing in front of the full-length mirror by the door, adjusting his white casual shirt. The man was facing away from her, exceptionally tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—his proportions were undeniably sensual. He was slowly rolling up his sleeves, his movements deliberate and unhurried, exuding an inexplicable, forbidden allure that was both restrained and intensely seductive. His fingers were long and elegantly shaped, strikingly pale.
Xu Ni’s gaze drifted lower.
The man’s waist was slender yet powerful, and for a moment, something seemed to invade her thoughts.
—He looks like he’d be really good in bed.
The thought flashed through her mind.
Xu Ni pressed the candy against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, suddenly recalling someone she had heard them talking about earlier. Fu Qibai had an overseas-returned cousin who had just come back not long ago, a medical professional. He was also at the party today. In Hong Kong, only the Fu family held such overwhelming influence.
And the Fu family had many branches.
Fu Qibai was one of the younger members of a collateral line.
She had met everyone from the lower ranks and could even name them.
But this man…
She didn’t recognize him.
Her observational skills had always been sharp. This man’s hands were too refined, exactly like the hands of someone who wielded a scalpel.
—A doctor.
Xu Ni narrowed her eyes slightly.
Fu Qibai’s cousin… seemed to hold more power than Fu Qibai himself.
All of this flashed through her mind in just a few seconds.
Xu Ni’s mind raced through countless thoughts.
The original plan had suddenly taken a drastic turn.
Livestreaming Fu Qibai having sex with a wealthy heiress would only make him a temporary laughingstock, causing no substantial harm. But Xu Ni had always believed in repaying grievances tenfold—this matter couldn’t be brushed aside so lightly and painlessly.
After a pause.
Xu Ni turned off her phone screen and walked toward the man.
Perhaps hearing the click of high heels.
The man’s gaze shifted in the mirror, landing on her.
Cool, detached, like an ascetic monk untouched by desire.
He seemed as if carved from ice-cold spring water.
Xu Ni broke into a cold sweat on her back, feeling both startled and an inexplicable flutter.
She met the man’s gaze head-on as she walked to the doorway. “Mr. Fu?”
Fu Guidu glanced at her indifferently. “What is it?”
Xu Ni tucked the candy under her tongue, her scalp slightly damp with sweat. Though the man’s gaze was cold, there was an indescribable atmosphere around him. She curved her eyes into a smile. “My name is Xu Ni. You’ve probably forgotten, but we met last year at Old Master Fu’s birthday celebration. Well, I should say, I noticed you from afar. You left in a hurry back then, so we never had the chance to get acquainted. I… have remembered it vividly ever since.”
Her words were gentle and soft, carrying a hint of coquettish charm.
This was a trait Xu Ni possessed naturally.
Of course.
This was also complete nonsense.
She only remembered Fu Qibai mentioning that this cousin was filial, returning every year to celebrate the old master’s birthday. The Fu family was a century-old prestigious clan, so it was normal for various prominent families to visit and offer congratulations. Her story held no obvious flaws.
For a rare beauty like her to remember him fondly for over a year—
any man would feel a ripple in his heart.
And she measured her words carefully, avoiding excessive abruptness.
Fu Guidu slowly turned around, lowering his gaze to look at her. She couldn’t decipher his expression.
After a moment: “Miss Xu, it seems you are a person of enduring affection.”
His words seemed to open a floodgate.
Xu Ni: “Mhm… but could I trouble you to help me with something?”
The shift from her previous words was quite abrupt.
Leaving one puzzled.
Fu Guidu lowered his eyes to adjust his cuff. “Please go on.”
Xu Ni looked past him into the room. “I accidentally dropped my bracelet on your balcony from the third floor just now. May I go look for it?”
Fu Guidu stepped aside, indicating she was free to do so.
Xu Ni walked inside, bringing with her a wave of rich perfume. It wasn’t vulgar but rather unique, like a grand forest bonfire smoldering with desire—cold and aloof at first whiff, yet with a lingering, entwined afternote.
Fu Guidu instinctively frowned.
He disliked strong perfume.
He glanced sideways at the woman, who had already walked to the balcony and was bending down to search.
Her waist was as slender as a willow, her hips captivatingly alluring.
The image was intensely striking.
Yet Fu Guidu’s expression remained detached.
Until.
Xu Ni turned her head. “It’s a bit further down, I can’t reach it. Could you help me retrieve it, Mr. Fu?”
Fu Guidu remained silent for a moment before walking over.
Watching him approach.
Xu Ni tightened her grip on the railing.
The man stopped.
She smiled and stepped aside, pointing to a spot.
Fu Guidu glanced over. Indeed, there was a thin, glimmering chain further down.
Without exposing anything, he bent down and reached for it. Tall and long-limbed, he easily retrieved it. The delicate chain dangled from his fingers. Xu Ni wasn’t in a hurry to take it.
“Why didn’t you go downstairs for a drink, Mr. Fu?”
She instead asked lightly.
Fu Guidu lowered his gaze. “Too noisy.”
Xu Ni found it hypocritical.
Since you’re already at the party, why keep up the pretense of reluctance?
She tilted her head, her gaze falling on the bracelet around his wrist. Lifting her hand, she brushed past his index finger as if by accident—a touch as light as a feather, yet enough to stir a lingering itch.
She took the bracelet into her palm.
Looking up, her eyes fixed on him with unmistakable intent. “Care for a drink?”