Chapter 13: Den of Iniquity

Nightfall.

Lu Beiyan pulled Shi Ran into a high-class entertainment venue. The first floor resembled a bar with a dance floor.

Lights blazed, a scene of revelry and dissipation.

He took her into a private room. The heavy smell of smoke and alcohol hit them immediately.

“Yo, Yan Ye, I heard you’ve got yourself a woman. Finally willing to bring her out for the brothers to see?”

“Sister-in-law is truly a celestial beauty! No wonder she’s got our woman-shy Yan Ye wrapped around her finger!”

“Bah! Calling her sister-in-law, aren’t you ashamed? She’s much younger than you!”

…

Shi Ran sat beside Lu Beiyan, her hand covering her nose and mouth. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and women’s perfume was overwhelming.

Bai Qi, arm-in-arm with a glamorous woman, his suit jacket open, teased, “Sister-in-law, a little overwhelmed? Guys, put out your cigarettes, our sister-in-law isn’t used to this~”

Shi Ran lowered her hand and glanced at Lu Beiyan. He showed no expression, sprawled on the sofa.

“I’m fine.”

“Smoke if you want to,” Lu Beiyan said.

Hearing this, Bai Qi and the others were stunned. This wasn’t just any woman; this was Lu Beiyan’s first woman, and Chen Lu had even treated her.

According to Chen Lu, their boss cared deeply for her!

But now it seemed… just so-so? Brothers before mistresses, indeed.

With their status, what woman couldn’t they get? They’d get bored eventually, just like Bai Qi, who frequently changed partners.

Excited, he groped the woman beside him.

“Yeah, women are like that,” he said, his contempt undisguised.

Besides Lu Beiyan, there were four other men. Bai Qi had two women with him, and the other three each had one.

These women were all dressed provocatively, some even revealing.

Without exception, they were all trying their best to seduce the men beside them.

Intimate contact was commonplace.

Drunken revelry.

Shi Ran saw Tian Xin, a recently popular actress known for her innocent image—a seemingly harmless little white rabbit on screen.

But now, she was clinging to Chen Yu like a seductive vixen.

She peeled grapes and fed them to Chen Yu, just as she offered herself.

Chen Yu’s gaze wasn’t entirely on her. He raised an eyebrow at the others and asked, “Same as always?”

Bai Qi glanced at Lu Beiyan, seeing he didn’t object, chuckled, “Let’s do it!”

The brothers’ eyes lit up.

Soon, Aunt Chen brought in a group of women: models and minor celebrities.

“This time, they’re all…” Lu Ma gestured, implying their services.

A smile played on Bai Qi’s lips. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the women. Tian Xin cupped his face, playfully scolding, “Isn’t one enough for you?”

Bai Qi smiled, “Good girl.”

“Brother Yan? You pick first this time?”

The brothers knew this was just a polite gesture. Lu Beiyan always kept to himself; he’d always been aloof.

“This one.”

At his words, Bai Qi and the others widened their eyes. Even Aunt Chen was surprised. The chosen woman looked like she’d won the lottery.

After everyone chose, each man embraced a woman. The woman Lu Beiyan chose sat to his left; Shi Ran was on his right, with enough space between them for another person.

The girl on the other side looked innocent but had a fantastic figure, accentuated by a light purple cheongsam.

Lu Beiyan sat in the middle, expressionless, his aura commanding respect, making people hesitant to approach.

This opportunity, as rare as winning the lottery, was too good for Yang Qingqing to pass up. She boldly moved closer, slowly draping her arm over his.

Seeing he didn’t resist, she grew bolder, leaning closer.

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath, never seen Lu Beiyan and any woman exceed the safe distance, this good show is really rare.

Perhaps emboldened by his lack of resistance, Yang Qingqing became even bolder, attempting to straddle him, but Lu Beiyan pushed her away. She fell to the floor, embarrassed, before sitting back down on the sofa.

Bai Qi clicked his tongue, “Such a lack of tenderness!”

Lu Beiyan seemed to have lost his patience. He coldly said, “Let’s get to the point.”

“Yan Ye, are you sure?”

They liked to play, and Lu Beiyan knew it, but he was never interested, so he didn’t allow them to get too wild in his presence. But since he was watching…

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In the car, Shi Ran was still nauseous, having vomited all the way from the private room.

Lu Beiyan showed no expression. Seeing her pale face, he felt a pang of sympathy, but he’d achieved his goal, hadn’t he? He needed to show her what it was like for other women to be kept by men!

“As long as you’re obedient, you’ll never be treated like that.”

He still couldn’t bear it.

Shi Ran couldn’t speak; every word made her want to vomit.

For the next few days, Shi Ran was quiet, obediently doing whatever he asked.

Lu Beiyan kept his word, not touching her, but using other methods.

That day, Afei came to pick her up as usual. In the car, he said, “The President called. He wants me to take you to the company.”

Shi Ran was surprised but didn’t say anything.

At the company, she followed Afei. Curious glances followed them; everyone was surprised the President’s driver had brought a woman.

However, the President had already announced his girlfriend on Weibo, and everyone guessed this woman was Shi Ran.

The company’s internal group chat exploded. Within five minutes, it was confirmed: she was the President’s girlfriend!

Shi Ran followed Afei to the top-floor office. She pushed open the door and saw Lu Beiyan working at his desk. Shi Ran slowly approached, softly calling, “Mr. Lu…”

Lu Beiyan looked up, startled. His black pen clattered onto the desk, and he pressed his fingers to his temples, displeased. “What did you call me?”

Shi Ran bit her lip, uncomfortable. She repeated, “Mr. Lu.”

“Come here!”

She went to him. He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her earlobe. “Trying to anger me, are you?”

“What did you call me?” he asked again.

“Lu Beiyan.”

He kissed her face, reaching for the strap of her dress. His voice was low and husky, “Call me what?”

Shi Ran panicked. This was the office. What was he doing?

“Not talking?”

Lu Beiyan continued his actions.

“Bei… Beiyan!” Shi Ran trembled in fear, clutching his shirt, calling his name intimately. He liked it when she called him that. She could only follow his lead, begging him not to do this here, but every time she called his name, it made him even more aggressive.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Disrupted, Lu Beiyan glared at the phone.

“President, there’s a Miss Shi downstairs from Shilu Corporation. She wants to see you.”

Shilu Corporation? Miss Shi? Shi Ran wondered, wasn’t it her? Did Shilu have another Miss Shi?

She remembered the woman she’d seen at home: Shi Keyue!