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A handsome man strode into the hall, dressed in a white shirt and gray vest, his long gray trench coat billowing behind him. Under the dim lighting of the clubhouse, his entrance felt like a gust of wind.
Meng Qing waved in his direction. The man spotted them and adjusted his course slightly, quickly walking over.
“Why did you drink so much?”
Once he was close enough, Lu Jingshan noticed Fang Yimeng’s dazed eyes. His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his voice turned cold.
Even someone as seasoned as the gold-tier manager Meng Qing felt nervous in the face of Lu Jingshan’s commanding presence.
“Just a casual get-together among colleagues. Yimeng’s already outdrunk several of them. Since you’re here now, Mr. Lu, I’ll leave her to you,” Meng Qing said, rising quickly and hurrying off without lingering.
In the spacious hall, aside from the front desk, only Fang Yimeng remained on the leather sofa—and the tall man standing before her, the bridge of his nose framed by silver-rimmed glasses.
“You’re nearsighted?” she asked, a bit tipsy but still sober enough to recognize him. Her finger pointed at the rather out-of-place glasses on his otherwise impeccable face.
Lu Jingshan raised a hand and adjusted the frames. Only then did he realize that in his rush to get here after the call, he had forgotten to take off the glasses he wore while working.
He hadn’t even stopped to remove them before rushing to pick up this slightly drunk troublemaker.
“Don’t take them off,” Fang Yimeng said, her eyes lighting up. She stood up and reached out to stop him. “You look so hot and… restrained with glasses on.”
Tipsy and uninhibited, she spoke her mind freely.
And she wasn’t wrong. Normally cool and refined, with the glasses on, he now exuded a charming “forbidden” allure—like a scholarly villain with depth. That combination only stirred something deeper within her.
His deep gaze locked onto hers, growing darker and more intense—like an abyss that could swallow her whole.
He effortlessly supported her by the waist, guiding her to the passenger seat of the car before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in.
Fang Yimeng had no recollection of how she ended up back at the familiar yet distant garden apartment.
She leaned lazily against Lu Jingshan’s chest, half-carried into the elevator.
Inside the bright elevator, she couldn’t help but glance at the man beside her.
From her angle, she could see his sharp jawline, his prominent nose, and those same silver-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on his nose.
Under the haze of alcohol, the beauty before her became even more irresistible. Her throat moved as she swallowed unconsciously.
As the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the 19th floor, she stepped out—but instead of leaning into him like before, she turned, pushed the tall man against the wall, and stood on tiptoe.
Gripping his vest collar, she pulled him down into a kiss. In the dark hallway, their lips pressed together, the sensation cool and intense, their tongues meeting in a smooth, heated dance.
Their ragged breaths filled the air. Under the dim spill of light from the corridor lamp, she could see the deep storm in his eyes.
He cupped the back of her head, fingers threading into her soft hair—both holding her close and fighting back his own desire.
Their breathing quickened. When she let out a soft moan, it was the only thing that barely broke their fevered madness.
Her bright eyes were now misted over, glistening in the darkness, captivating him so thoroughly that his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Ah Yi…” he said hoarsely, his voice low and crackling with tension.
The undeniable needs of adults—when met with mutual desire—sparked a fire neither of them could extinguish.
Her lips, red and slightly swollen, trembled. She bit them, unaware of how provocative the act looked to him.
“My place… it’s still messy…” she mumbled shyly.
If he couldn’t understand that—
Before she could finish, Lu Jingshan swept her up into his arms. One hand still free, he unlocked the door with a fingerprint scan and stepped inside.
The spacious apartment, dimly lit by a single floor lamp, felt almost solemn.
He set her down gently but never let go of her waist. Removing his glasses with one hand, he tossed them aside at the entrance.
Their eyes met for only a second—but that spark ignited everything. She rose on tiptoe; he leaned in. Their movements were a wordless, passionate agreement.
Their silhouettes merged in the dark, and the coldness of the apartment was melted by the heat between them. Clothes were scattered carelessly on the floor, each piece a silent testament to their uncontrollable desire.
The half-closed door concealed a night of ecstasy.
…
The Next Morning
Sunlight filtered stubbornly through the gaps in the curtains, falling right onto her smooth, fair back.
In the next second, a gray blanket was gently pulled up to cover her.
Fang Yimeng stirred slightly and opened her eyes in a haze. The decor was clean and minimal. As she gradually became fully awake, memories of her impulsive actions the night before came flooding back.
She froze, her breathing halted.
Turning her head, she saw a very “eye-pleasing” Lu Jingshan next to her, holding an iPad, his expression calm but serious.
Before she could react, he sensed her movement and casually set the iPad aside.
Her long hair was a bit messy. She tried to act composed, but her bright eyes betrayed her.
He reached out, pulled her—blanket and all—into his arms.
“You’re really something, sis.”
His usually deep voice now had a light, teasing undertone.
Fang Yimeng’s face instantly flushed a delicate pink.
“We’re all adults here! Just remember this—next time you see a woman like me, tipsy and mischievous, don’t come alone. Got it?” she snapped playfully, trying to regain the upper hand.
She raised her arms in mock threat.
“You, a harmless-looking little lamb like that, pure and innocent? Women like me eat guys like you alive.”
Lu Jingshan, amused and satisfied, didn’t bother to argue. He let her tease and taunt him as much as she liked.
But her words fell like punches on soft cotton—no resistance at all. She huffed and laughed, then turned over and, wrapped in the blanket, disappeared into the bathroom.