In the renowned five-star hotel of City S, a seductive woman draped herself over a man's shoulder, exhaling a warm breath into his ear as she cooed in a saccharine voice, "Mr. Qin."

The man on the sofa had piercingly cold eyes and chiseled features, his impeccably tailored suit accentuating an air of stern authority.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her hand slipping beneath his shirt as she thought to herself, *Playing hard to get, huh? There isn’t a man in this world I can’t wrap around my finger.*

Qin Hanyu caught her wandering hand, a flicker of disgust flashing in his eyes, though the corner of his mouth still curled into a faint smile. "You’re Mr. Chen’s woman. Shouldn’t you be keeping him company tonight?"

"That deadbeat only cares about making money. Since when does he pay me any attention?" Her cheeks flushed as Qin Hanyu handed her a glass of wine. She downed it in one gulp, her head growing even dizzier.

"No matter how busy he is, I doubt he’d willingly leave you alone at night." Qin Hanyu trailed his fingers along her cheek, his touch deliberately suggestive. She melted into his embrace, her curves pressing against him, though the revulsion in his eyes only deepened—his smile never wavering.

"Tonight, he’s busy with a shipment. He’s already forgotten about me. Why keep bringing him up? Are you jealous?" She pinched Qin Hanyu’s chin and leaned in for a kiss.

He tilted his head slightly to evade her, then pulled her close, his warm lips brushing teasingly against her cheek before hovering near her ear. "Where’s he making the delivery? He won’t walk in on us, will he?"

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’s at the old warehouse in the east district. Won’t be back until morning." Impatiently, she tore at his shirt. A mocking smirk flickered across Qin Hanyu’s face as he prepared to push her away—when suddenly, the door burst open with a loud *bang*.

"What the hell is going on here?" The intruder sported a wild, punk-inspired hairstyle, a white T-shirt paired with ripped jeans, and swaggered in with a thumb brushing his nose—pure delinquent energy.

Except his shout lacked a bit of conviction.

Lu Xiaoman had scoured three floors before kicking open the door, only to find this woman forcing herself on Qin Hanyu. *Finally, I’ve found him.*

"Who the hell are you? What do you want?" The seductress stood up, blocking Qin Hanyu on the sofa. Though still woozy, her domineering instincts kicked in.

"I’m your worst nightmare! How dare you lay hands on someone else’s man without checking first!" Lu Xiaoman planted a foot on a chair, her pale leg peeking through the rips in her jeans.

"*Your* man? Who the hell do you think you are?" The woman lunged at Lu Xiaoman, who grabbed her hair and yanked hard, tearing her clothes off in one swift motion.

"If you're so desperate for action, why don't you work the streets? Just because you've got some power, you think you can prey on decent men? What are you, some kind of succubus?"

"Little bitch! Can't keep your man, so you blame me?" The woman smirked triumphantly.

"I don’t blame you for my man leaving. But when your own husband can’t keep you, who’s really at fault?" Lu Xiaoman seized the moment to yank down the woman’s skirt, snapping a flurry of photos with her phone. She waved the device smugly. "You’ve got two seconds to scram, or these go straight to your husband."

The woman’s face paled instantly. If her husband found out she was cheating, death would be a mercy compared to what he’d do to her.

Scrambling to gather her clothes, she bolted from the room, shooting Lu Xiaoman a venomous glare. "You’ll pay for this!"

She opened her mouth to say more, but Lu Xiaoman brandished the phone again, forcing her to vanish down the hallway in a hurry.

"Such a coward, and yet you dare to hire male escorts?" Lu Xiaoman slammed the door shut.

Qin Hanyu’s amused expression darkened. *Male escorts?* So what did that make him?

"Can’t even afford to pay up properly, so you resort to selling yourself? Got no class at all. A popgun trying to pass itself off as a proper rifle?" Lu Xiaoman spun around furiously—only to freeze at the sight of the man’s striking, icy features.

"Who the hell are you?" she blurted, bewildered. *Damn, the male escort industry is really leveling up these days. Even top-tier guys like this are in the game? Must be raking it in.*

Qin Hanyu leaned back in his chair, unfazed as the petite woman scrutinized him with undisguised suspicion. "The proper rifle."

Had he been out of touch with the world for too long? Or were all women this bizarre nowadays?

Amused by her flustered expression, he picked out the key detail from her earlier rant. "You know Chen Wei?"

"Proper rifle my ass! Next you’ll say you’re Mount Everest! I asked who you are!" Lu Xiaoman snapped, her patience fraying. Her best friend Yang Kang’s business had collapsed, his family’s company teetering on bankruptcy. The middle-aged woman handling the deal had demanded he sleep with her before signing the contract. The idiot had only realized his mistake after jumping into the fire, texting her for a rescue—without even specifying the room number. He was probably getting *forcefully persuaded* right about now.

And now she’d barged into the wrong room. Who knew if that idiot had already been… *dealt with*?

"You just chased away Mount Everest’s boyfriend," Qin Hanyu remarked, eyeing her figure with deliberate implication.

Lu Xiaoman’s expression cycled through shock, guilt, and finally furious realization. She jabbed a finger at his handsome face and spat out four venomous words: "Adulterous scumbags!"

That woman had a husband, and this guy looked old enough to be married too. And here they were, sneaking around like this! Worse, he had the nerve to look down on *her*!

"Excuse me?" Qin Hanyu arched a brow, his quiet authority unmistakable.