"Found it, Imperial Club's Room Thirteen."

The voice on the other end of the line barely finished before Shen Yuege hung up the call, raised her glance to the driver and reported the address.

The driver sneakily scrutinized her expression from the rear-view mirror, while Yuege had already shifted her gaze outside the window.

Such a club, it was most likely for catching infidelity.

At this moment, the club’s private room was dimly lit adding certain romance and ostentatious appeal. The man sitting on the sofa had half-closed eyes, his face slightly flushed.

"Mr. Qiao, how about coming to my place tonight?"

The woman's coquettish voice rang in his ear, the strong scent of the perfume lingered around, accompanied by a distinctly metallic background music, conveying an excessive and absurd atmosphere.

The man open his eyes and extended a hand to lift her chin, neither smiling nor not, "Is this your plan, to get me drunk?"

He was clearly smiling, but his tone gave people the chills.

The woman shuddered, her smile a bit forced, "Mr. Qiao is handsome and talented, all the women here are interested in you."

This was not flattery, aside from the identity of the second son of the wealthiest family in Cloud City, Qiao Yubei was genuinely good-looking, on par with many popular celebrities, let alone the rebellious aura he radiated that was unexplainably attractive. Any woman would happily throw money for a night with him.

Qiao Yubei, however, let go of her and leant back on the sofa, lazily scanning her without uttering a word.

Someone nearby started to tease, "If you want to flirt with our Second Young Master, at least show some of your talents."

The woman modestly hesitated for a while, encouraged by everyone, she reached out and touched Qiao Yubei's leg. Seeing that he didn't respond, she bolded crossed to straddle his legs. With great allure, she undid a button at his collar, and one hand reached for his belt.

The private room instantly became noisy, someone whistled to egg her on.

Qiao Yubei's head throbbed, a heavy perfume assaulting his senses, making him feel uncomfortably heady. His brows knitted tightly, he suddenly snatched the woman's wrist, his usually charming eyes now sharp and piercing. "You're quite daring. Your moves are very familiar. How many have there been before me?"

These humiliating words made the woman wince slightly, but remembering his status, she smirked, "It doesn't matter how many there've been, what's important is if it's enjoyable or not." With that, she moved the hand he held onto her wrist and trailed his fingers into her mouth.

The room exploded at her fiery action. Qiao Yubei's eyebrows furrowed, about to push the woman away, but the box door suddenly burst open with a loud "bang", kicking up a stunned silence.

Everyone instantly turned silent.

Shen Yuege quietly stood at the door, suitable for all the licentious scenery in the room, her expression remained unruffled. She walked straight to Qiao Yubei, gently patted the woman who sat on his lap, and gave a slight smile.

"Miss, please make way. I'm taking Yubei home."

Her smile was gentle and infectious. With such kindness in her voice, not just men, but women wouldn't dare to lash out at her.

The woman, without realizing what was happening, instinctively moved aside.

Shen Yuege expressed her gratitude, then busied herself by taking the wine-filled glass from Qiao Yubei and placing it on the table.

Qiao Yubei seemed truly drunk, his charming peachy eyes half-closed, unable to recognize the newcomer. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his fair chest was flushed with what seemed to be the aftermath of lust.

The faint aroma of Shen Yuege's shower gel overpowered the heavy perfume still lingering in the air. Qiao Yubei comfortably squinted his eyes and asked in a husky, post-drunken voice, trailing her chin, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

He apparently took Shen Yuege for the woman from earlier. She paused her actions, seemingly amused but didn't reply. Instead, she turned to the waiter and asked with a smile, "Can you help me get him into the car?"

The waiter quickly responded and assisted. Before leaving, Shen Yuege halted her steps, her gaze sweeping over the room. Her voice wasn't loud, but it resonated, "Yubei may be naive, but he's not someone anyone can manipulate. Be careful."

With that, she left, the words leaving everyone stunned and silent in the room.

It wasn't until she left that someone said indignantly, "Who is this woman, so arrogant!"

"She's the fiancee of Qiao's eldest son, and the daughter of the Shen family, Shen Yuege."

The air went silent on knowing these two identities, neither of which they could afford to offend.

Thinking of the spectacle that just transpired, they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

...

After stuffing the man into the car, Shen Yuege finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting in the passenger seat, she told the driver, "Xiangshan Apartments."

Closing her eyes to replenish her spirit, anyone who was awakened at 3am to drive around a drunken lout wouldn't be pleased, let alone when it was an ungrateful whelp.