Damn, his chest was hard.
Su Qian’s head hurt from the impact.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she rubbed her forehead and looked up.
Under the rhythmic flashing lights of the nightclub stood a tall man dressed in a simple black T-shirt. The toned muscles of his arms and the firm lines of his chest were faintly visible beneath the fabric.
The dim lights flickered across his breathtakingly handsome face. His features were sharp and cold, the kind of good looks that could make someone’s knees go weak. And when those deep, dark eyes lowered to look at her beneath his long lashes, Su Qian felt as if her heart were about to leap out of her throat.
She noticed the tiny beauty mark on the bridge of his nose.
Damn.
That was way too sexy.
Lu Yan?
Why was he here?
Su Qian stared blankly for a moment before asking in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Lu Yan didn’t answer. Holding the paparazzo—a man weighing well over three hundred pounds—with one hand, he dragged him in front of her.
“Were you looking for him?”
Su Qian nodded and immediately snatched the camera from the paparazzo’s hands.
“Pretty capable, aren’t you? Secretly taking pictures of me. Who sent you?”
The look in Lu Yan’s eyes darkened slightly as he glanced down at the man.
“I… I wasn’t… I just happened to see you and followed you in…”
Before Su Qian could speak, Lu Yan reached out. With two fingers, he smoothly slipped the man’s phone out of his hand, unlocked it using the paparazzo’s fingerprint, and handed it to her.
“Check it.”
Su Qian accepted the phone, a little stunned.
“Can I?”
The paparazzo opened his mouth but didn’t dare say a word.
Still holding him by the collar, Lu Yan said calmly, “Yes. I’m in charge of security here. Don’t worry.”
Oh.
So that was why Lu Yan was here.
He was working as a security guard.
Su Qian immediately relaxed. She opened the paparazzo’s phone and quickly found his chat history with Su Muyao.
Su Muyao: Su Qian is fooling around at EF right now. Go over there and get photos and videos.
Su Muyao: What are you afraid of? I’m part of the Su family too. I have the final say. Nobody will dare touch you.
Su Muyao: I’ve already sent the deposit. Once the job is done, I’ll pay you five times more. If you don’t go, you know the consequences.
Well, well.
So it was Su Muyao.
How overbearing.
Su Qian smiled. She immediately took out her own phone and both photographed and recorded the entire conversation as evidence.
“So Su Muyao sent you? She’s certainly well-informed.”
She slipped the phone back into the paparazzo’s pocket, removed the memory card from his camera, and hung the now-empty camera back around his neck.
“Alright, you can go. I won’t settle the score with you after this.”
She even patted him on the shoulder.
Yet the paparazzo looked at Lu Yan and didn’t dare move.
Without saying a word, Lu Yan simply cast him a cool glance.
The paparazzo instantly bowed repeatedly to both of them before fleeing as fast as he could.
“Thanks a lot!” Su Qian said to Lu Yan. “Are you working part-time here?”
Lu Yan gave a quiet nod.
Su Qian instantly felt sorry for him.
Who would have imagined that the future ultimate boss—the man who would one day stand against both the Su and Ji families—had fallen so low that he was working security at a nightclub?
“That must be exhausting. Are you even paying your own tuition?” she asked.
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Fortunately, Su Qian hadn’t forgotten about her idea of investing in him.
Seeing how hard he was working, and remembering that he had just helped her, she said,
“I heard at school the other day that you’re working on a new energy project.”
At her words, Lu Yan raised his eyes to meet hers.
The hazy nightclub lights reflected in those cool, profound eyes, and a faint glimmer flashed across them.
“I’m working on a few things,” he answered after a moment, his voice low and steady.
Good heavens.
Just making eye contact with him was enough to make Su Qian faint.
This future big boss was simply too handsome—she had no idea how many times better-looking he was than the male lead.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay focused.
“Then you’re wasting too much time doing this kind of work. How about this? I’ll invest in your project. I’ll provide the money, you provide the technology, and later you can just pay me dividends.”
Lu Yan looked at her but said nothing.
For Su Qian, no rejection meant agreement.
She quickly took out her phone.
“Want to add me on WeChat?”
Lu Yan remained silent, but he also took out his phone and scanned her QR code.
His profile picture was as cold and minimalist as possible.
Even his username was simply: Lu Yan.
Absolutely frigid.
Su Qian immediately sent the friend request, then looked up at him with a bright smile.
“Great! Then we’ll talk on WeChat later. I have faith in you!”
Lu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
After a while, he asked quietly,
“Why?”
“What?” Su Qian hadn’t heard clearly.
“Why did you help me at school… and why do you want to invest in me now?” Lu Yan asked. “You didn’t even know me before.”
“I do things based on intuition,” Su Qian replied. Of course, she couldn’t tell him the truth. She casually made something up while polishing her own image a little.
“The moment I saw you, I just felt… that you’re someone special.”
Lu Yan’s lips moved slightly, but no words came out.
Meanwhile, Su Qian was practically amazed by herself.
So saying cool, dramatic lines felt this satisfying!
Just then, the male escort from earlier called out behind her.
“Big sister, there you are!”
He jogged over and affectionately took hold of her hand.
“Big sister, I finally found you! Are you alright?”
Lu Yan’s gaze shifted toward the young man.
Uh…
This was a little awkward.
She had hired male escorts, and Lu Yan had seen it.
Su Qian laughed awkwardly. She squeezed the young man’s hand before quickly letting go and explained,
“I just came out to have some fun. It would’ve been too boring, so I invited a few people to liven things up.”
Lu Yan’s eyes lingered briefly on the hands they had just been holding.
After a moment, he simply nodded.
“Mhm.”
“Then I’ll head back now.” Su Qian waved her phone at him. “We’ll keep in touch on WeChat.”
Lu Yan paused before saying,
“Mhm. Go home early. Your family will worry about you.”
Su Qian agreed readily and left, holding the young escort’s hand.
Hah.
Her family?
Who cared whether those people worried or not?
She’d enjoy herself first.
Su Qian had an incredible night. She had partied, caught a paparazzo, and unexpectedly run into Lu Yan.
She was in an excellent mood.
What she didn’t notice was how stiff the male escort’s expression had become the moment he saw Lu Yan.
As Su Qian pulled him away, he kept looking back, several times opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, only to lose his nerve.
Lu Yan simply stood where he was, one hand in his pocket. His plain clothes looked completely out of place amid the nightclub’s extravagant luxury.
At that moment, a manager stopped behind him and spoke respectfully in a low voice.
“Young Master Lu, we’ve already caught the paparazzo who snuck in earlier. Would you like to handle him personally?”
Lu Yan gave a quiet nod.
The manager respectfully followed behind him.
The old master was in poor health, while the eldest young master indulged himself in gambling and women. He had accumulated huge debts and ruined his own body, completely losing the old master’s favor.
Although this newly returned Young Master Lu had not yet been officially introduced to the public, most of the Lu family’s underground businesses had already been handed over to him.
Ruthless.
Merciless.
Quiet.
Decisive.
He carried a savage edge, as though he feared nothing.
At present, no one in the Lu family dared provoke him.
The manager kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Lu Yan’s eyes.
After taking a few steps, Lu Yan suddenly stopped and looked back.
Su Qian was already gone.
All he could see were the countless figures moving with the rhythm of the music beneath the nightclub lights.
Beautiful women…
Were all very good at lying.
She had said he was special.
Yet she was surrounded by handsome men and already had a fiancé who matched her family status perfectly.
No matter how he looked at it, he wasn’t all that special.
At most, he was simply a little better-looking than average, enough to make her spare him a few extra glances.
Lu Yan lowered his eyes.
The hand inside his pocket slowly tightened.
Clutched in his palm was the pure white handkerchief that belonged to Su Qian.