The high society parties are always filled with the intoxicating allure of wealth and charm.

Song Yiran swayed the wine goblet in her hand, casting her serene gaze carelessly upon everyone present. Tomorrow is her birthday; she had determined this night the right time to act, both to fend off Mu family's devious intent and to secure a genetically potent donor.

After all, Song Yiran was none other than the enigmatic beauty infamous in these circles; why would she submit to the proposition of marrying an old degenerate from the Mu family, one who's not too far away from his own casket!

Hum, she soon would quash any such ideas the Mu family fostered.

Ten minutes later, Song Yiran found her mark.

He was an upright, and handsome man with an indifferent smoky grin on his face. His bespoke suits accentuated his sharp and distinguished appearance, making him a heartthrob for anyone who saw him.

But what attracted Song Yiran was not merely his looks, but his... eyes.

The man had deep, inky eyes that were sharp, cold, full of aggression and danger.

Hmm, a worthy prey indeed. Without a doubt, he successfully stoked the fires of Song Yiran's conquest. She herself was a bold and rebellious girl.

So, Song Yiran took action, rising as if she didn't care. She slowly walked towards her prey, and upon nearing him, subtly twisted the tail-ring on her right hand.

The brightly lit hall was instantly plunged into darkness, followed by shrill screams of female guests.

A vigilent, cold light flashed in Li Shaoyan's eyes: he could sense someone approaching him.

However, before he could react, his surroundings blurred momentarily. By the time he regained his focus, it was too late; the icy liquid had already been injected into his body.

"Damn it!"

Li Shaoyan could only curse silently in his heart before losing consciousness.

A few seconds later, the hall lit up again. People quickly calmed down, continuing to act as elegant madams and noble gentlemen. Nobody noticed the absence of two people, and even less knew where they had gone.

Half an hour later, at the Longwei Hotel.

“She has a nice figure, good looks, and superior genes. May God bless me with a prodigy on the first try,” said Song Yiran, satisfied looking at the man 'stretched out nude' on the bed, his clothes scattered on the floor beside him.

For a split second, Song Yiran thought she was going to fail. Luckily, she had spiked everyone’s drinks beforehand. At the moment the lights were turned off, the darkness triggered the effect of the drug.

It might sound crazy, but what Song Yiran was about to do was even more insane.

After admiring the muscular physique of the man, Song Yiran took a pill, pried the man's mouth open, and stuffed it in. The pill would induce a state of murky consciousness, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

Having prepared everything, Song Yiran swiftly undressed, her young body emanating an intoxicating scent under the dim light.

Song Yiran took a deep breath, lifted her slender, straight legs, and sat on top of the man.

After learning about her connection with the Mu family and their plans, she began plotting.

To make everything perfect, she even spent a long time studying instructional videos. Although she roughly knew what to do, the first time with real stakes still made her fairly nervous.

With a furrowed brow, she tried hard to recollect the scenes from her computer.

“Ah! How come no one told me it would hurt this much!” Song Yiran muttered to herself, her face pale from the pain of her bold move. After a while, the excruciating pain lessened somewhat, and she gritted her teeth, pushing herself to carry on.

In his drowsy state, Li Shaoyan felt an unprecedented heat rushing through his body. An unknown madness caused his heart to race — he was fully aware of what was happening.

Beading sweat covered his entire body as Li Shaoyan struggled to open his eyes. In a haze, he could only make out a vague silhouette, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t see clearly who he was intertwined with.

The deep-seated restlessness and desire at the bottom of his heart stirred his suppressed potential due to the drug, his gaze suddenly glowed with the cold, sharp brillance akin to a cheetah’s.

The next second, Song Yiran, who was supposed to be in the dominate position, was brutally pressed onto the bed.

Almost reflexively, Song Yiran raised her leg to kick the person on top of her. However, Li Shaoyan was faster, his powerful hand gripping Song Yiran's knee, forcefully pressing her leg down.

His consciousness returning somewhat, Li Shaoyan made an effort to widen his eyes and see the person beneath him clearly.

Song Yiran stared at the man concentrating on her in disbelief, her mouth gaping.

Good heavens, this guy was too resilient. This was K's latest substance, even if a lion swallowed it, it was guaranteed to be unconscious for at least a day or two. Yet, in such little time, this man’s consciousness had recovered so much.

Fortunately, he still can’t see her clearly right now, or else her cover would be blown!

However, the current situation...seemed rather grim.

Song Yiran gritted her teeth, while the man still hadn't fully regained his senses, she quickly aimed her pinky ring on her right hand at his neck and stabbed it in.