Shi Qing noticed An Yin’s mood wasn’t great, unsure which of her words had upset her. The words had already been spoken, leaving no room for recovery. Shi Qing lowered her head, focusing on her studies. Perhaps because the semester had just begun, the intermittent noise from the neighboring dorm created a stark contrast to the quiet environment of their own. Shi Qing naturally had a sullen personality, and since An Yin wasn’t particularly lively either, the two could easily remain silent unless something important required them to speak. Before sleeping, An Yin lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. She tucked herself tightly under the quilt, a small sigh escaping her lips. In the darkness, Shi Qing, who was a light sleeper, heard the sound. She opened her large eyes, "What are you thinking about?" Without her glasses, her face was smooth and clear. In the dim dorm light, the faint moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating her fair, delicate face. At T University, no one had ever seen Shi Qing without her glasses. Perhaps it was that neither could see the other’s face, and their mental activities were masked by the night, so An Yin’s courage grew in that moment. She pursed her lips, blinking her bright, beautiful eyes, turning her body slightly to glance at Shi Qing, "Shi Qing, have you ever been in love?" In the night, An Yin’s cheeks flushed. She stealthily pulled the quilt up until it covered half her face before ceasing her movements. "No," Shi Qing’s voice carried a hint of coldness. "Oh," An Yin mumbled. Shi Qing sensed there was more to An Yin’s words and asked back, "Have you fallen in love?" "N-no," An Yin replied bashfully. An Yin’s evasive words made Shi Qing detect a hint of secrecy. "Do you have someone you like?" Shi Qing asked confidently. An Yin’s breath caught, "N-no, of course not." Her voice was almost inaudible. Shi Qing smiled softly, "Oh," and didn’t expose the small secret thoughts of a certain someone. Afterwards, neither spoke again. Five days ago, the hotel was booked by the third elder of the Bao Family. The Bao Family took Bao Cheng’s engagement matter very seriously. The arrangement of the interior alone took several days. Finally, on the day of the engagement, unexpected heavy rain caught everyone off guard. Beginning at ten in the morning, an endless stream of business elites arrived at the hotel, with the third elder of the Bao Family and his wife personally entertaining the esteemed guests. Even so, everyone’s eyes still searched beyond the third elder for the most powerful man of the Bao Family. However, they were disappointed. No one saw Bao Shaojin’s figure. Nor did they see the protagonist of the engagement. The VIP room on the tenth floor. Jiang Keke wore an ultra-thin translucent spaghetti strap dress, reclining on the chaise lounge, casting a sultry gaze at the man walking in slowly. "Ah Cheng," Jiang Keke’s lips, painted in bright scarlet, made her complexion look as radiant as blooming peach blossoms. Bao Cheng wore a neatly pressed tailcoat, standing tall under the cascading crystal chandelier. His distinguished features seemed to take on a tougher edge in this moment. He approached Jiang Keke, watching the petite woman before him posing seductively, his eyes slowly igniting with a strong desire. "You had me bring you in here just to seduce me?" Bao Cheng reached out a hand to rest on the woman’s fair and fragrant shoulder, the smooth touch causing a tremble in his heart. "Don’t you like it?" Jiang Keke sat up, tilting her head, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a sweet smile tugged at her lips. She crossed her legs, her smooth, fair skin drawing the man’s gaze. "Little temptress!" Bao Cheng’s face broke into a proud grin. The next moment, Jiang Keke tugged on his tie, pulling him closer until her lips brushed softly against the man’s cheek. The man’s desire was instantly ignited by her provocation. Outside in the corridor, an Attendant stood straight. Soon, the Bao Family’s servants were scurrying back and forth across the hotel, looking for Bao Cheng’s whereabouts. A few men gathered, seated in their exclusive booth. Lin Yue sat by the bar, swirling a glass in his hand, his melancholic eyes staring blankly at the colorful glasses. Su Nan sat beside him, seeing him in his lifeless state and sneered, "Heh, of us brothers, Qin the madman is living the good life!" As he spoke, Su Nan clicked his tongue a few times, the envy in his eyes was self-evident. "Hmph..." Lin Yue shot Su Nan a glare, "Can you count how many women you’ve been with? Yet you have the nerve to talk about others. You two are birds of a feather." "Did you eat gunpowder today?" Su Nan raised an eyebrow. Lin Yue, tired of talking to him, raised his glass and drained it, then looked at the bartender, "Another one." The bartender bowed, "Of course, please wait a moment!" Su Nan, observing his friend’s sullen expression, glanced over at the corner, where another gloomy man sat. Shaking his head, Su Nan couldn’t help but sigh: Love! It doesn’t harm lightly. Google seaʀᴄh 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "What did Jingrou do to you to make you look like you’re dying?" Su Nan patted Lin Yue’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. "If only she did something to me, that would be better." Lin Yue squinted, a shadow of gloom flitting through his eyes. "Cough cough..." Su Nan almost spat out his drink, "The two of you really are love-hate partners." Lin Yue picked up the strong drink handed to him by the bartender, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "She’s been getting quite close with a young guy lately." "Huh?" Su Nan turned his head with great interest, even the drink in his cup seemed less appealing. His charming face revealed a deep interest, "How young is he? Didn’t think Jingrou liked the younger type?" Hearing Su Nan’s description, Lin Yue slammed his glass on the bar, "She wouldn’t dare!" Instantly, the strong drink splashed from his hand, spilling onto the counter. Su Nan also noticed some shattered glass in his grasp, and as Lin Yue clenched his fist tighter, blood soon seeped from his palm. "Damn... a bunch of madmen." Su Nan cursed, "If you want to die, don’t die in front of me. I won’t cry over it. Don’t you have the guts to go crazy in front of Jingrou." As Su Nan spoke, the bartender quickly tidied the bar. "Still not letting go of your fist?" Su Nan reminded. Lin Yue cast his eyes down, hearing Su Nan’s nagging voice, and looked utterly impatient. Just as he was about to release his hand, Su Nan’s mutter sounded in his ear again. "If you don’t let go, I’ll call Jingrou?" Su Nan threatened with a stern face. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Lin Yue’s grip on the glass shards tightened further upon hearing Su Nan’s words. Su Nan, seeing through his friend’s stubbornness, finally understood his inner thoughts. After a while, he held up a thumb in front of Lin Yue, "You’re tough!"