In a bar, located at the dimly lit corner of the large hall.

"Little Moe, you've lost yet again!" Zhou Lan pointed around the bar, abruptly turning her finger towards the young man who had just left the private room. She shouted, "Him! Quick, snatch his phone number!"

Little Moe followed Zhou Lan's gaze and saw a tall figure appearing in her dim line of sight.

The man was wearing a finely tailored black shirt and expensive trousers that accentuated his long and straight legs. His chiseled face was narrowed slightly, and he exuded a sharp and intimidating aura all over. Furthermore, he had an attractive woman nestled in his arms.

"Didn't you see the beauty in his arms? Why would he ever give his number to me?" Little Moe turned away, snorting indifferently.

“Hey, there!” Zhou Lan tugged at her shoulder, giving a nod towards the man’s direction. "It's because he's with a woman that I want you to ask him for his number. If not, you think your punishment will be that light? Hurry, he's quite handsome; who knows, you could have a budding romance here!"

"No! I'd rather take the punishment! I’ll finish this half bottle of wine, and I’ll stay at your place tonight if I have to. If my dad found out that I was drinking again, he’d kill me!" Little Moe had no desire to approach the man.

Zhou Lan wouldn’t have it, she couldn't let it slide since Little Moe rarely loses.

"You can't break the rules. If you don’t get the number, I’ll finish you off! Be fast, he's leaving! Does our History Major have so little confidence in herself?"

As for Little Moe, these words of provocation always worked wonders.

"Zhou Lan, it's just about getting a phone number. Watch me handle it!" Little Moe picked up the half glass of wine before her, guzzled it down, and headed in the man's direction.

The man, Lu Jinchen, was heading towards the main door where a sparkling blue Porsche was parked. Leaning against the car door, he released the woman in his arms.

"Mr. Jin, how about I accompany you tonight?" The woman rose on her tiptoes, brushing her red lips close to his ear, her voice sultry.

"Not interested tonight." The chilling words spilled from his lips, devoid of warmth.

Her face, which was once blooming with smiles, darkened in an instant.

"Master Jin, I'll be waiting for you at any moment." The woman, well aware of reading faces, seeing Lu Jinchen indeed not in the mood, could only leave.

Mengmeng watched the man who had already sat in the car, ran after it, just as the sports car started, she stood in front of the car and blocked the way.

The delicately furrowed brows, Lu Jinchen looked at the woman outside, a flash of impatience in his eyes.

Such a trick was a first for him, this woman was certainly fearless.

With a cold smirk on his thin lips, Lu Jinchen stepped on the gas and did not dodge Mengmeng.

With her pupils wide open, Mengmeng watched as the sports car headed towards her, getting closer and closer—

But now she couldn't avoid it at all.

The sharp brake cut through the night sky, Mengmeng's knees just touching the hood of the car, her body softened, and she could only stand firm by leaning on the hood.

The man in the car had a stern face, his obsidian-like eyes looking at Mengmeng, anger spreading.

Exiting the car, he walked over with long strides.

Feeling a strange presence approaching, Mengmeng lifted her head, her pale face not yet faded, she didn't expect him to actually drive!

"You hit me..." Mengmeng looked up, her voice a little hoarse.

In the night, looking closely at the man's delicate features, Mengmeng's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

Too perfect, captivating.

"Miss, isn't it what you wanted, to be hit by me? So, what's your plan after this? Hmm?" His magnetic voice raised slightly, flippant yet dangerous.

His barely narrowed dark pupils exuded a frosty coldness.

Hearing these words, Mengmeng awkwardly turned her head aside, this man's gaze was too sharp; as if it could see through everything.

“I need your mobile number!”

Taking a deep breath, Mengmeng began to speak in line with the man's words.

The corner of Lu Jinchen's mouth held an even colder smile.

He took several glances at Mengmeng, her cherubic face was tender and fair, with good-looking features. This face seemed familiar…

However, all these were not what attracted him the most, her proud 36E upper body was eye-catching enough.

Quite something.

“Is it that simple?” Lu Jinchen raised an eyebrow.

Mengmeng nodded.

“Hand me the pen.” The man gestured with his chin, his imperious demeanor seemed innate.

Almost instinctively, Mengmeng did as he said and took a black pen out of her bag, feeling as if she was under a spell.

Handing over the black pen, the moment the man took it, he pulled her slender waist towards him, instantly pressing their bodies together.

A faint smell of tobacco lingered at the tip of the nose.

Mengmeng furrowed her eyebrows, yet to come back to senses, a cool sensation came from her chest. She looked down.

She wore a V-neck white lace dress today, and he, unbelievably, held a pen and wrote a string of numbers on her body.

Coming to her senses, Mengmeng pushed the man away forcefully. However, Lu Jincheng held her waist tightly, preventing her escape.

"Pervert!" Mengmeng exclaimed in surprise. A numb feeling spread all over her body instantly, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

With a devilish grin, Lu Jincheng savored the current flowing through the pen to his fingertips. Looking at the woman’s curves, his gaze became more and more intense.

With the numbers written, he took a step back and dropped the pen into Mengmeng's arms.

"Isn't this what you women like, men being perverts?" Lu Jincheng inserted his hands into his pockets and a lazy grin played on his face.

Holding the pen, Mengmeng lowered her head to look at the black handwriting on her chest. Crystal clear, yet so embarrassing!

No man had ever violated this part of her body before, but this man had, albeit indirectly.

Indignant!

She chased after him, hand covering her chest. But the man had already gotten into the car. Mengmeng stood by the car, her little face clouded with resentment.

Lu Jincheng’s lips curled slightly. Just as he started the engine, his phone rang.

It was a call from his assistant, Feng Pei.

"Master Jin, Lin Tianjun is in the second private room. Would you like to meet him?"

Lu Jincheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, his thin lips pressing into a sharp curve. He weighed his options for a moment before he finally gave a response.

Stepping out of the car, Mengmeng still stood at the car door, her clear black and white eyes glaring at him in anger.

"What? Is there anything else?" The man's tone was extremely indifferent.

"There's nothing else! Let’s just say I'm unlucky. I ran into a jerk!" Mengmeng turned around and sprinted back to the bar.

She really wanted to curse at the man, but she was the one who had asked for his phone number. He had given it to her, and she didn't want to bother him anymore.

Sitting down on the corner sofa, Zhou LanLan saw her, wriggled out from the dance floor, and looking at Mengmeng holding her chest, she laughed and asked, "What happened? You got his number, didn't you?"

"I got it, but you're not allowed to see it!" Mengmeng arrogantly turned her head away.

She was taken advantage of just for this number.

"Tsk tsk, are you afraid that I will seduce him? You guys can't possibly have fallen for each other so quickly, can you? Why are you so mysterious, why are you covering your chest?" Zhou LanLan wondered.

Mengmeng's hand felt somewhat numb, and as it relaxed slightly, Zhou LanLan immediately saw some markings.

Something flashed in her mind, and she exclaimed, "He didn't..."

Mengmeng glared at her in annoyance: "He is just a wolf in sheep's clothing. No good, my hand is too sore, I need to go wash it!"

Mengmeng swiftly headed towards the restroom, her head bowed as she ran quickly. Suddenly, her head bumped into a hard chest, followed by the sound of a crisp ringing noise.

Alcoholic beverage spilled on the floor, and a rich aroma lingered around.

Looking up, Mengmeng saw the manager in front of her, dressed in a black suit, his face dark.