Walking into a lavishly decadent club private room, Shamen realized that there were no colorful balloons, no cakes, no candles as she had imagined. The dim light shone on her slightly pale face, making her look like a scared little bunny ready to be caught.

A cold sweat trickled from her palm, and after pausing for a few seconds, she suddenly turned around and ran out.

Today was her boyfriend Lu Lianxi's birthday. He had asked her to come here to celebrate, but why couldn't she find the slightest festive ambiance? Instead, the oppressive atmosphere made her feel suffocated.

She couldn't continue to stay in this place. She needed to find Lianxi as soon as possible. Was he playing some kind of joke on her? It was infuriating...

Just as she was about to touch the gilded door handle, she suddenly heard faint noises from outside. The sound of footsteps, metallic and steady, approaching her from afar, stepped right into her heart.

Shamen panicked. She pulled back her hand that was mid-air as if being electrocuted, hoveringly gazing at the door after retreating a few steps….

With a "click..." the turning sound of the door handle echoed.

Shamen's temples pulsed and her heartstrings were tight.

The door opened, and a tall and slender silhouette appeared in her sight. Along with the ambiguous lighting, she made out a deep and elegant unfamiliar face, a tailored bespoke suit perfectly outlining the man's ideal figure. However, at this moment, a chilly atmosphere was emanating from him.

"Bring a woman here, now!" He lightly held a cell phone between his slender fingers, his lips tightly pressed, and his eyes were unusually cold.

Shamen's heartbeat intensified. She stepped back instinctively but didn't notice the table corner behind her. The set of limited-edition blue and white porcelain teacups on the table trembled lightly, and the soft clinking sound seemed extraordinarily crisp in the large private room.

"Who is that?" Hanging up the phone, the man's eyes shot sharply like an arrow.

His cold stare sent shivers down Shamen's spine. Nervously, she quickly corrected the teacup that had toppled over on the table and stuttered an explanation, "S...Sorry, sir, I... I've come to the wrong place..."

After uttering a few words, she tried to leave as soon as possible, but the man was standing at the entrance, under his suit, a black shirt was worn with the top two buttons undone, revealing bronze-colored skin, utterly wild.

He was watching her, with that kind of burning, a beast observing its prey, an 'unsatisfied desire' kind of gaze, looking at her.

"You...don't you recognize me?" He slightly lifted his jaw, his brows and eyes shrouded with an ethereal yet radiant spark much akin to a drunken fox. His cold, pursed lips indicated his tolerance was nearing its limit.

"I...I've never met you before. Today is my boyfriend's birthday. He may have... may have gotten the room number wrong. Please forgive me!" This unfamiliar situation and strange man made Sharman's nerves highly strung.

She lightly bowed. Her low-cut white blouse struggled to conceal her cleavage, causing an odd surge of heat to well up in Ye Chen's body. His eyes seemed to kindle two flames of subdued fire involuntarily.

He suddenly recollected the words from the male artist of Star Entertainment Company at the wine feast earlier, "Mr. Ye, I've prepared a surprise for you in your private room. Guaranteed clean and delicious..."

So, this woman is the "clean and delicious" surprise?

So it was Lu Linxi who had spiked his Brandy. Very well, he has the guts.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" Ye Chen squinted his amber eyes as a wave of clouded fury surged within.

Sharman hesitated. She was about to blurt out but thought of the promise she made to Linxi to protect his career and to never make their relationship public, so she swallowed her words.

"Sir, I'm sincerely sorry for my rash behavior. I apologize." She subtly tried to change the subject.

The private room fell silent, only the ambiguous intermingling of the man's and woman's breathing could be heard.

Unable to bear his powerful aura any longer, Sharman carefully started retreating backward, "Then... I won't bother you..."

Her legs had turned rigid. When she, staggering, managed to open the main door and finally breathed in the fresh air outside...

"Ah!"

A strong hand firmly grabbed onto Sharman. Her right wrist was harshly gripped. Before she could react, the main door closed again. A strong force pummeled her against the wall beside the door.

Bang! Ye Chen ruthlessly pressed onto her.

Shaman's small figure was trapped between the wall and his chest, his heavy breath inch by inch scorching her face.

"Your boyfriend... Lu, Lin, Xi, is it?" His dull voice vaguely spread out, the breath teasingly sprayed onto Shaman's sensitive earlobes, and she shuddered abruptly, a faint layer of goose bumps appearing on her body.

"How do you know?" She and Lu Linxi had been secretly in love for three years, and almost no one knew about their relationship, how could this stranger possibly know so clearly?

Shaman stared round-eyed in shock.

Ye Chen's slightly furrowed handsome brows gradually smoothed out, his adam's apple rolled unbearably, suddenly lowering his head he seized her soft lips, sweeping over each inch of skin inside, strong and domineering!