Xie Youyou felt really unlucky. If it weren’t for her curiosity, she wouldn’t have encountered this.

The noise Xie Youyou made attracted both Shen Feibai and Shen Zhong’s attention.

Xie Youyou didn’t dare to look up, just squatted there, trying to pull her high heel out of the manhole cover.

She silently prayed that this father and son duo would ignore her and treat her as a mere passerby.

A gaze filled with pressure landed on her, clearly scrutinizing her.

Obviously, he didn’t recognize this squatting woman, but she seemed somewhat familiar.

Xie Youyou’s prayer ultimately failed.

Secretary Song, worried that something had happened to Xie Youyou since she had been gone for too long, came over. Seeing Xie Youyou squatting on the ground and Shen Feibai with his son, a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.

“Master Shen, Young Master, what are you doing here?” he asked.

Hearing Secretary Song’s voice, Xie Youyou knew she was doomed. Her heart stopped its final struggle, her small face under her black hair looking pale.

She had accidentally stumbled upon her benefactor’s private affair—would she be silenced? Her luck was terrible today.

Finally, Secretary Song’s gaze fell on Xie Youyou.

“Miss Xie, what happened to you?” he asked.

Xie Youyou stopped struggling, looked up at Secretary Song, and said softly, “Secretary Song, my high heel seems to be stuck and I can’t pull it out.”

Secretary Song hesitated, his arms hanging down. He wasn’t sure what to do with Master Shen standing right there. This was his woman; if he helped her, wouldn’t that be overstepping?

He could only stand there and ask, “Are you alright, Miss Xie? Do you need help?”

Xie Youyou also guessed Secretary Song’s thoughts, but with Shen Zhong present, Shen Feibai wouldn’t be overly intimate with his mistress in front of his son.

Xie Youyou tactfully stood up, her delicate white foot touching the ground. She tried to pull her high heel out of the manhole cover, but before she could touch it, a hand pulled it out for her.

It was a mature man’s hand, with distinct knuckles, long and well-shaped fingers, exuding strength.

Shen Feibai had one hand in his pocket, the corner of his jacket tucked in, adding a touch of casualness and elegance. In his other hand, he held her high heel.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not looking at her, his tone casual, as if he were just asking offhandedly.

Xie Youyou kept her head down, feeling like an employee being questioned by her boss. Although she had accidentally witnessed something that still stirred her emotions, she hadn’t intended to get involved.

“I’m not doing anything, just buying something,” she replied.

Shen Feibai’s gaze scanned her body, finally landing on her feet. A hint of amusement flashed in his deep eyes, but it vanished quickly.

Xie Youyou’s delicate white feet touched the ground, her foot shape beautiful, like a young girl’s, tender and alluring. Her toenails were painted with pink nail polish, and her slender ankles looked fragile.

He suddenly remembered tonight’s events, his hand and crotch covered in this female celebrity’s fluids.

She was too sensitive, and she produced so much liquid. Just touching her pussy would release a flood, soaking his entire hand. He didn’t know where all that liquid came from.

Xie Youyou was still lost in thought when she realized that Shen Feibai had moved closer to her. He was tall, and his shadow loomed over her. She could even smell the faint scent of tobacco on him. She glanced sideways and saw him handing her the high heel, her heart instinctively tensing up.

For some reason, the smell of tobacco on this man wasn’t unpleasant at all.

The man’s warm, magnetic voice sounded, “Put it on.”

Xie Youyou steadied her nerves and took the high heel from his hand, quickly putting it on.

“Thank you, Mayor Shen,” she said.

Secretary Song, afraid that Shen Feibai might misunderstand and think Xie Youyou had intentionally eavesdropped, quickly explained, “Master Shen, Miss Xie was shopping at the Tianmao Plaza today. We were actually about to leave, but coincidentally, we bumped into you here.”

Shen Feibai acknowledged with a sound, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and held it between his fingers, exhaling smoke. His expression was indecipherable behind the cloud of smoke.

“Let’s go back,” he said.

Only Shen Zhong, standing to the side, had a mischievous glint in his eyes when he saw Xie Youyou, as if he was up to something.

Xie Youyou returned to the car, but before she could leave, someone suddenly jumped in.

Startled, Xie Youyou was about to call for help but realized it was Shen Zhong.

The car with the Beijing license plate had already left, and somehow, Shen Zhong had managed to avoid getting into his father’s car and jumped into hers instead.

“What are you doing in my car? Where’s your dad?” Xie Youyou asked.

Shen Zhong, with a nonchalant expression, casually leaned back in the seat. “I know you. You’re my dad’s mistress. I don’t want to go home with him. You’re going back, right? Perfect, take me with you.”

Xie Youyou was speechless.