"I want you."

Nan Jiaojiao clung to the man's embrace, lifting her tear-sparkled eyes to glance at his Adam's apple, "Here, or shall we go upstairs?"

The man casually hooked her waist, his long fingers pinching her face as he examined it, a slight teasing curl at the corner of his lips, "If I remember correctly, after you marry Shen Shichu, shouldn't you call me 'Uncle'?"

Nan Jiaojiao paused, "Oh, my apologies."

She pretended to rise from his embrace, her body swaying unsteadily, about to collapse into the embrace of the man beside her.

Yaen Chi, startled, immediately pushed his chair back two meters, pointing at Nan Jiaojiao in horror, "Brother Yan, you need to handle this!"

At "Shengyue Mansion," a place of pleasure, the four men gathered at one table to play mahjong, not a single female hostess in sight. The heads of the four major families of Haicheng were all here, each one alone enough to make others shiver in fear.

Yet this ignorant girl dared to throw herself into Bo Yanching's arms the moment she arrived.

As she stood, Bo Yanching extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and forcefully pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace.

"What did Shen Shichu do to you?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face flushed red, her brows twisted in irritation, "He got me drunk and gave me away to someone else."

Half an hour ago, when Nan Jiaojiao woke up, an old man was frantically trying to undress her. She was too weak to struggle, but managed to grab the lamp on the bedside table and knock the man unconscious with all her might.

But upon opening the door, two figures on the living room couch slapped her hard across the face.

Later, Shen Shichu went to take a shower, Ye Shiqing picked up the man's shirt from the floor, purposely fastening only two buttons,

"I told Brother Chu next door, but he insisted on being here. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important," Ye Shiqing looked into the room, a triumphant, mocking cold smile appearing on her charming face.

"Ye Shiqing, is my man that easy to sleep with?" Nan Jiaojiao leaned against the wall, catching her breath, "If you provoke me, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Ye Shiqing's face changed, and she suddenly slapped her hard.

After the slap, Nan Jiaojiao walked away without looking back.

In the corridor, she overheard several infatuated waitresses mentioning that Bo Yanching was present.

She had seen Bo Yanching before, at her and Shen Shichu's engagement party.

He asked, and she simply explained, "The man your cousin found for me, I couldn't stand him, must have burst something down there. Maybe you should check if he's not dead yet, stick a few more knives in him if he isn't?"

Bo Yanching's lips curled up slightly, "Provoking you costs a human life, quite a luxury."

"Am I worth it?"

Nan Jiaojiao leaned close to his ear, breathing out softly, "Shen Shichu has never slept with me."

Bo Yanching's dark eyes narrowed, his hand tightening around her waist as he stood up holding her.

As he was about to leave, he threw a comment to Yaen Chi, "Go handle it. If he's not dead, stick a few more knives in him."

…

Bo Yanching had a private room upstairs.

As the door opened, Nan Jiaojiao reached for the light switch, but her outstretched hand was captured by the man. His cool embrace pressed against her, causing her to shiver.

"Wait... wait a second."

Nan Jiaojiao pulled away, "I have the scent of another man on me, let me take a shower... Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence,

Her hands were raised high, pinned against the wall.

"No need," Bo Yanching's deep, cold voice resonated beside her ear, "I'm not interested in your cleanliness."

Nan Jiaojiao's passion was instantly extinguished.

But she didn't even have time to feel sad before he lifted her chin up.