A look of satisfaction spread across Zhenguo Qin's face. "Tomorrow night at eight, at Langtingxuan. Don't be late."
"Jasmine, Auntie will make you look absolutely stunning tomorrow.
I'm sure he'll fall head over heels for you," Yun Shu smiled with feigned grace, venom lurking in her eyes.
Years ago, Manni Yin had stolen the man she loved, and she was determined to make Manni's daughter suffer.
She was now the mistress of the Yin family's old mansion. Manni's husband was hers, and she held the title of the chairman's wife of Huanyu Group.
She had taken everything Manni once had and was now pushing her daughter step by step towards a dead end.
"No need.
I'll go by myself. If there's nothing else, I'll go to my room," Jasmine replied.
If the old mansion hadn't been left by her grandfather and mother, she wouldn't have stayed here. This was the Yin family's territory.
She couldn't bear to see this so - called family of three living here happily. Even if it meant causing harm to herself in the process, she would show up here from time to time to irk them.
"Jasmine! Jasmine! This child..." Yun Shu sighed, feigning helplessness.
"Ungrateful! Don't bother with her.
Young Master Chu was quite satisfied with her photo. Tomorrow, everything should work out smoothly," Zhenguo Qin said, his eyes crinkling with glee as he thought about the potential benefits.
The next day.
Langtingxuan, a high - end club in the city center, was renowned for its privacy. It was a place far beyond the reach of ordinary consumers.
Jasmine was dressed in a one - shoulder top that exposed a tantalizing expanse of skin, paired with a miniskirt that barely covered her essentials.
In her hand, she carried a paper bag.
The outfit was incredibly seductive, making her look like a streetwalker. Yun Shu had forced her into this get - up.
The doorman at Langtingxuan stared at her in disbelief.
No one had ever come to Langtingxuan dressed like this.
After a moment's hesitation, he stepped in front of Jasmine. "Miss, you can't enter Langtingxuan without a reservation."
"I'm Qin. I'm here to see Young Master Chu," Jasmine said.
"…Please come in," the doorman relented.
Jasmine tottered in on her stiletto heels, her entire presence a stark contrast to the club's luxurious and refined atmosphere. Ignoring the curious stares, she made her way straight to the reserved suite.
Standing in front of Room 808, she took a deep breath. Her slender, pale fingers fished out a room card.
Beep…
The door slid open.
She stepped in tentatively. Faint sounds of running water could be heard from within. Curiosity getting the better of her, she walked further in.
In the distance, she saw a semi - transparent shower cubicle. The glass was fogged up with steam, and through it, she could make out a hazy figure.
He was taking a shower!
Images that were too inappropriate to mention flashed through Jasmine's mind. Her face turned as white as a sheet, and she spun around, desperate to flee the room.
Click.
The bathroom door opened.
"Stop!"
The man's deep voice was icy cold. A shiver ran down Jasmine's spine, and she felt as if her world was about to end.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in the shower," she blurted out, her pretty face already beaded with sweat as she spoke incoherently.
Rumors had it that he was a wild and cruel lover in bed, having ruined countless women. Fear coursed through her veins, and she wanted to run away right then.
Yiqin Chu's sharp eyes narrowed, and he commanded in a deep voice, "Turn around."
Jasmine thought the voice sounded vaguely familiar, cold and detached, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.
She shuffled her feet, slowly turning around. Her heart was pounding in her throat, and as her almond - shaped eyes focused, the man's features became clearer.
"It's you!"
She exclaimed, her voice rising to a near - scream.
In shock, the paper bag in her hand dropped to the floor, and a semi - transparent black lace dress with cut - out details spilled out.