The moment she saw the room, even the young lady who was used to luxury was stunned.
The room was so big you could swim in it.
And was the floor inlaid with gold bricks?
Who was this trying to blind?
So there really was a gap between nouveau riche and capitalists.
Lin Miao silently complained about the blood-sucking capitalists in her mind.
Then she quietly added three more zeros to the allowance she was planning to swindle.
The light inside the room was dim.
Lin Miao couldn’t find where the light switch was for a moment, so she just walked straight in.
She was so nervous that she tripped over something and fell flat on the floor.
“Thud.”
It was the sound of flesh and fat hitting the floor.
Lin Miao’s tears came out instantly.
It hurt so much~
Although her chubby body cushioned a lot of the pain, it still hurt a lot.
Miss Lin had been pampered since she was a child; the biggest hardship she had ever endured was iced American coffee.
And now she had failed before even getting started.
It was infuriating.
Luckily no one saw it, or else the young lady would have no face left to show anyone.
As luck would have it, just when Lin Miao thought she was the only one in the living room.
A snicker came from above her head.
Lin Miao looked up, and with the faint light from outside the window, she finally saw the face of the man in front of her.
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
Holy crap!
This man was way too handsome!
He was about 185 centimeters tall, wearing a casual tailored shirt. His skin was fair with a cool undertone, his lips were thin, and his features were extremely refined—especially his pair of deep, phoenix-like eyes.
Those eyes would look at even a dog with deep affection.
He was lazily leaning against the bar counter, a lit cigarette held between his slender fingers, the crimson glow of the ember strikingly visible in the dim room.
But at that moment, those beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with a sheet of ice, inexplicably making anyone who looked at them feel their throat tighten.
This man’s aura was way too strong.
Wasn’t Sheng Mingnan supposed to be a good-for-nothing second-generation heir?
He didn’t seem like that at all.
She hadn’t walked into the wrong door, had she?
No way, this was the only room on the sixteenth floor.
And how could she make such a low-level mistake?
She must be overthinking it.
The young lady cheered herself on in her mind—maybe it was because she was too nervous.
Yeah, that must be it.
Sheng Yanli watched as the little woman’s expression shifted from initial amazement to confusion, and finally to an inexplicable confidence.
Her chubby little face was like a changing opera mask.
That face had obvious baby fat, making her look like a minor.
Her plump cheeks inexplicably gave Sheng Yanli the urge to pinch them.
The man rubbed his fingertips, his eyelids slightly lowered.
He forcefully suppressed that strange feeling in his heart.
Perhaps sensing how awkward the atmosphere was, Lin Miao cleared her throat and said softly, “Mr. Sheng, hello, I’m Lin Miao.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not a bad person.”
The girl’s voice was gentle, like a newborn kitten.
Completely harmless.
Her big eyes were full of sincerity.
But what she was thinking was: So please, sir, tone down that murderous look of yours—I feel like I’m about to freeze into ice shards any second now.
Sheng Yanli sneered inwardly.
He hadn’t missed the girl’s subconscious pout.
Or the fleeting dissatisfaction in her eyes.
She was a bold little woman.
The man stood straight by the window, the light from outside casting onto him, giving him an inexplicably oppressive presence in the dim room.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and slightly hoarse, carrying a seductive charm.
“Lin Miao?”
Lin Miao’s face suddenly flushed.
She didn’t know why, but even though it was a perfectly normal way to address someone,
when it came out of this man’s mouth, it carried a hint of lingering tenderness.
A kind of suggestive feeling.
The man’s sharp gaze landed on her again.
A teasing smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Not a bad person?”
“If you’re not a bad person, why did Miss Lin sneak into my room in the middle of the night?”
“If you’re not a bad person, why does Miss Lin look like a thief with a guilty conscience?”
Lin Miao swallowed hard.
Meeting the dark, deep gaze in the man’s phoenix eyes, her heart trembled.
She thought to herself that she must have had a brain freeze tonight.
Actually agreeing to the plan that unreliable guy Lin Jiaxuan had come up with.
Was it too late to run now?
Although she was scared out of her wits inside, she absolutely couldn’t show it on the outside.
Lin Miao bit her lower lip lightly, putting on an innocent look. “Well, that’s because Mr. Sheng is so hard to get a hold of.”
“I had no other choice.”
“I just like Mr. Sheng so much, I can’t help myself. Tomorrow is the last day of my life.”
“So to leave no regrets, I wanted to come and secretly see Mr. Sheng tonight.”
“That way, I’ll have no regrets in life.”
Her big eyes blinked and blinked, her chubby face like a glutinous rice ball, currently looking at him with complete sincerity.
As if he were the only light in her eyes.
Sheng Yanli’s gaze deepened. He didn’t say anything, just silently stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.
“You like me?”
Lin Miao nodded eagerly. “Mm-hmm.”
I like your face.
This shouldn’t count as lying, right?
The man raised an eyebrow, not expecting such a straightforward answer.
A hint of interest surfaced in his calm, unruffled eyes.
Lin Miao noticed that the coldness between the man’s brows had softened considerably.
She breathed a sigh of relief inside.
So this trick really worked.
Lin Miao licked her lips, gazing at the man who possessed this top-tier appearance.
Her courage swelled considerably.
The playful side of her nature began to show.
She walked over slowly, those sparkling eyes filled with nothing but admiration for the man’s looks.
This face was simply the Creator’s favoritism.
No wonder even someone as inherently aloof as Zhao Xiyan had fallen for him.
If he were at the Charm Pavilion, he’d definitely be the top headliner of the night.
Ahhh, this is too good!
Lin Miao reached out and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, straining onto her tiptoes, and planted a smacking kiss right on his cheek.
“Mr. Sheng really is a feast for the eyes.”
The man’s gaze darkened, though he still kept a cold, unmoved expression.
Lin Miao felt indignant inside—here she was, a stunning beauty, being this proactive.
And this man remained completely unmoved.
It was practically an insult to her charm.
Her soft little hand traced lightly over the man’s Adam’s apple, her cat-like eyes blinking as she spoke in a gentle, coaxing tone.
“I’m leaving tomorrow. Could Mr. Sheng give me a chance, hmm?”
“Just to fulfill the dream I’ve had for so many years.”
Sheng Yanli gripped the girl’s slightly plump waist—the feel of it was unexpectedly nice.
A faint scent of crabapple blossoms wafted from her.
Sheng Yanli was surprised to find his body craving her.
As if what lay before him was a delicately prepared, mouthwatering dessert made just for him.
A tremendous wave surged through the man’s phoenix eyes.
This girl before him…
His large hand gripped Lin Miao’s chin. Even though he felt the stirring inside, his face remained the picture of ascetic indifference.
“So your dream is to sleep with me?”
Lin Miao was momentarily speechless, feeling the surge of arousal below.
Her big, apricot-shaped eyes immediately flew wide open.
This—how could this man keep such a proper, gentlemanly face while saying something so shameless?