Shen Chu'an was enjoying her game of golf when she suddenly felt a large shadow loom overhead. Turning around, she saw Fu Huaichen looking at her with an icy stare.
"When did you learn to play? Hm?"
Shen Chu'an fidgeted with her hands uneasily, "Just picked it up." She lowered her eyes, looking the picture of obedience and cuteness.
It was then that Fu Huaichen turned his gaze towards the man next to Shen Chu'an. His tone was as sharp as a knife, "I don't recall the Han Family's young master getting a position as a golf instructor?"
The handsome man with chestnut hair was named Han Wenqi. Young and attractive, he came from the Han Family, one of the three major families in Imperial Capital. His self-admiration was not to be mentioned, especially since he had a hobby: he liked to seduce women at wine parties and tea gatherings.
It was an unspoken rule among the business elite not to bring their wives to such places, so the women accompanying them were always mistresses. The young master of the Han Family particularly loved to target these women, not by coercing or enticing them into bed, but he had many tricks up his sleeve!
He would use his innocent appearance to create an amorous atmosphere, accidentally display his knowledge and eloquence, and his gentle demeanor as a catalyst. He was always successful, and those who were seduced often found themselves helplessly falling into his trap of "love", thinking they had met their true soulmate.
After the gathering, he would take the initiative to invite the women he was attracted to out for a movie, a visit to the library, or a meal and chat at a member-exclusive private restaurant, then naturally progress to the next step, to bed.
Once those women gave him their heart or body, he would vanish without a trace.
They were not from the same social class anyway, and after losing their benefactors, how could these women ever find him again?
Just the entrance fee to this golf course was over three hundred thousand, not to mention other, more upscale clubs.
He did all this not for any particular reason, but purely for the enjoyment of conquering women, reveling in the sight of high-society women becoming infatuated with him, which gave him immense satisfaction.
He was well known for his infamy in the circle, so it was not surprising that Fu Huaichen knew him.
Shen Chu'an's awkward golf skills and her beauty naturally attracted the young master of the Han Family's attention.
In the past, when hunting for women, it wasn't the first time the owners of "canaries" had approached him. Han Wenqi was well-practiced in dealing with such situations.
"Isn't this Fu Group's decision-maker? What an infrequent visit. Mr. Fu doesn't come here often, no wonder you have left such a beauty all alone. I saw her by herself, looking so lonely and pitiful, so I just kept her company for a while. Mr. Fu won't mind, will he?"
Before Fu Huaichen could speak, Shen Chu'an glared with wide eyes, "Don't talk nonsense! I just asked you how to play golf, who asked you to keep me company?"
Fu Huaichen's possessiveness was terrifying. It didn't matter to him, but when Fu Huaichen was unhappy, the unlucky one would be himself!
Didn't he see his face turning as green as the turf? Shen Chu'an quickly tried to make amends, even looking at him with a surprised expression, "You came up so suddenly, I thought you were a caddy!"
"A caddy?" Han Wenqi was both surprised and somewhat angry, as this was the first time his prey had belittled him. Usually, the women would speak in his favor, but she seemed eager to clear her relation with him and was sticking closer to Fu Huaichen.
Who did she think she was? Fu Huaichen's girlfriend? Or his wife?
Fu Huaichen hummed coldly, his words heavy with irony, "It seems Master Han is quite skilled at golf. Perhaps you should consider getting certified as an instructor. I'm sure with that face of yours, you could retain quite a few patrons."
His words were piercingly scathing, just short of pointing at his nose and calling him a good-for-nothing gigolo who lived off women.
Han Wenqi's chest heaved, and his doll-like delicate face flushed red and then white.
Shen Chu'an bowed her head, suppressed a smile, and then was abruptly pulled away by Fu Huaichen.
"Hey, what are you doing, the restroom is over there!"
She was yanked into the restroom by Fu Huaichen like a cat being dragged by its paw, and flung into a stall, staggering several steps.
With a bang, the door locked from the inside.
The restroom of such a high-end club was, of course, very spacious and clean. It was said that the sanitation was so thorough that the water in the toilets could be scooped out and drunk, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees.
But this was still a restroom, and a men's restroom at that!
The lighting overhead poured down a warm glow, only serving to further stir up restlessness in one's heart.
"Fu Huaichen, what are you trying to do!"
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Fu Huaichen advanced toward her, his tall figure looming over, casting a shadow on Shen Chu'an that made her seem all the more delicate and soft.
Shen Chu'an tried to push him away, gripping his arm that was firmly pressed against the stall door.
"Mmm..."
The aggressive kiss lingered on her lips, while Fu Huaichen's hands tightened on Shen Chu'an's slender waist, the corners of his eyes showing a hint of redness.
Shen Chu'an had to exert a lot of effort to push him away, gasping for breath, the passionate heat still lingering on her body, making her fingertips tremble slightly, her legs had long since gone weak, and her eyes were brimming with tears that threatened to fall.
"Are you insane? Someone might come in any minute now." She glared at him resentfully, slowly wiping away the redness from the corner of her lips.
Fu Huaichen looked at her intently: "Are you really that naive, or are you just playing dumb?"
Of course, Shen Chu'an was playing dumb. She knew Fu Huaichen was jealous, but to admit that would be giving herself too much credit. He'd just seen his beloved object being toyed with by someone else; it was purely a manifestation of possessiveness.
She could only play along with him.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Mr. Fu." She flicked the zipper of his coat with her finger, her lips curling in a seductive smile: "But if you're looking to take care of a physiological need, this probably isn't the best place for it."
"Are you worried someone will hear? Don't worry about that." He curled his finger, tapping on the stall door: "Most people who come here are well-known in the industry for being playful. The doors are soundproof, unless you scream your lungs out in here, nobody next door will hear a thing."
Shen Chu'an looked at him provocatively: "Oh? So Mr. Fu is also very playful? I wonder how many women you've encountered in this stall?"
If she was going to be accused unfairly, she might as well strike first and turn the tables on him!
But Fu Huaichen was not going to fall for that. His long index finger lifted her chin, his voice filled with thick mockery: "Do you know, that Han dude is a famous playboy. If I had been any later today, would you be having an encounter with him in a restroom?"
"After all, the guy is not bad looking, and since you could climb into my bed, I suppose you wouldn't mind hooking up with one more like him, right?"
Upon hearing these words, Shen Chu'an's heart suddenly grew cold.
She pushed Fu Huaichen away forcefully: "Is that what I am to you?" She looked down at the bulge in his pants with sarcasm: "Does thinking about this stuff excite you? Mr. Fu's tastes are indeed unfathomable."