"Keep it a secret?"
She cared so much about that hypocritical fiancé of hers?
Li Yuye's gaze grew colder. "Do you care about him that much?"
"No." Yun Zhiyi shook her head. "It's not about caring or not. I've worked too hard to get this far… Please, do me a favor and let this go."
"To what end?"
Yun Zhiyi was speechless, unsure how to respond.
Li Yuye's voice grew even colder. "The 'end' you're talking about—does it mean marrying him and becoming the lady of the Su family?"
For a moment, she couldn't find any words.
"Tonight, make sure to come see me." Li Yuye's tone was icy and carried a hint of warning. His voice seemed to say: if you don't, there will be consequences.
When Yun Zhiyi looked up, he was already walking away, leaving only his retreating figure.
Just then, Su Shen rushed over, phone in hand. "Zhiyi, wait in the lounge for me. Something's come up with the company—I need to make a quick call."
Without waiting for her response, Su Shen was already striding away, phone pressed to his ear.
Outside, in a quieter spot, Su Shen checked the message from An Yirou on his phone.
[Brother Shen, I'm pregnant!]
Attached was a photo of a pregnancy test.
Su Shen immediately called her back.
The auction had not yet started, but the venue was already bustling with guests.
Everywhere, wealthy elites were surrounded by their bodyguards.
Yun Zhiyi retrieved the keycard from her dress and glanced at the room number: "Night Palace 001."
She clutched her red evening bag and asked a passing server, "Excuse me, could you direct me to this room?"
The server's eyes widened upon seeing the room number on her card. Stunned, he looked her up and down.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"No, no problem at all." The server gave a respectful ninety-degree bow. "That's in the ultra-exclusive VIP area. Please, follow me."
Yun Zhiyi was led to an elevator.
After taking the luxurious elevator, they passed through several gilded corridors. Each step brought them deeper into an opulent world, as though she were walking into a hidden palace.
"Miss, this is the room you're looking for."
"Thank you."
Holding the keycard tightly, Yun Zhiyi raised her hand and pressed the doorbell.
The door unlocked with a click, and before she could react, she was yanked forcefully inside.
In an instant, she was pushed up against the wall, and her lips were captured in a fierce, punishing grip.
It wasn't a kiss—it was a bite, a punishment, leaving nothing but pain in its wake.
"Ah… that hurts…" she gasped.
The room was pitch dark, her eyes filling with tears, and she beat her fists against his chest.
"Li… please, don't… he'll see it!"
The painful sensation on her lips faded, but the cold intensity in his eyes only deepened.
His fingers traced her lips gently. "Yun Zhiyi, you're pretty bold with him. Why are you so afraid of me?"
"Do you care that much about how he feels? So scared he might find out about us?"
Us. Yun Zhiyi wasn't even sure what "relationship" she had with Li Yuye.
"Lord Li, my affairs are my own concern. I only ask that you don't stir things up and complicate things for me."
"If you think there's something between us, then please, for the sake of that so-called 'relationship,' help me just this once."
The dim lighting in the room gradually brightened, illuminating her fair, flawless skin.
Li Yuye's fingers slid from her lips down her neck and collarbone, skimming over her skin.
Then suddenly, his fingers hooked under her strapless dress, pulling it slightly downward.
"A 'relationship'? And what kind of relationship do you have with him?"
"Is it the same as what we have?"
His sharp gaze cut through her, his eyes burning with an indiscernible fire.
Yun Zhiyi felt as if his gaze was scorching her, inch by inch.