Chapter 6

The bar was dimly lit, the atmosphere thick with ambiguity.

Fu Liuchuan had already drunk more than half a bottle of brandy.

His eyes, usually as cold and calm as a frozen lake, were now hazy with intoxication.

Across from him, Jiang Yao was describing the man she had invented.

“Liuliu said they’re colleagues…”

He tilted his head, propping his chin on his hand, and listened for a long time.

Suddenly, he chuckled. “That’s good.”

“Miss Jiang, thank you for telling me. It’s getting late, you should head home.”

“Mr. Fu, you’ve had so much to drink. It’s not safe for you to drive.” Jiang Yao deliberately softened her voice.

In the dim light, her exquisitely made-up face held a certain seductive allure. “I didn’t drink tonight. Let me drive you home.”

After saying this, she added in her mind:

Finally, Fu Liuchuan is drunk! A drunken one-night stand, I can’t miss this golden opportunity.

The System chimed in, “Go for it, Host. He’s drunk, and you’re so beautiful. Any man would be tempted.”

Sleeping with him first, love comes later. What a classic romance plot!

Jiang Yao was brimming with confidence.

She drove Fu Liuchuan’s black Bentley, smoothly navigating the roads to his apartment.

Suddenly, Fu Liuchuan, who had been slumped in the passenger seat, opened his eyes. They were still clouded with drunkenness, but his tone held a hint of suspicion.

“You seem… very familiar with the way to my place.”

Jiang Yao was taken aback. A flash of panic crossed her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

“Uh… I heard Liuliu mention it before.”

Fu Liuchuan didn’t respond, just watched her silently as she parked the car and followed him upstairs.

The door opened. He turned and said politely, “It’s late. It’s not safe for you to go back alone.”

“I also own the apartment downstairs. You can stay there for the night.”

Jiang Yao bit her lip, as if making a momentous decision. She took a sudden step forward, throwing herself into his arms. “Mr. Fu, actually I-”

Before she could finish, her purse, slung over her arm, slipped and fell to the floor. The zipper wasn’t fully closed, and its contents spilled out.

Fu Liuchuan’s gaze reflexively shot downwards.

The light from the entryway shone down, clearly illuminating my phone, the one she had taken from me, lying on the floor.

Fu Liuchuan’s head snapped up-