Nighttime.
The night scene at Yun Que private room.
Three men were already lounging in the plush sofas when the last arrival, Gu Chengyu, made his entrance. Gone was the doting indulgence he showed Su Qianqian at home—replaced instead by an air of cold aristocratic arrogance.
He hadn’t taken more than two steps inside before shrugging off his black suit jacket and tossing it carelessly to a waiter, revealing a simple black dress shirt beneath. Undoing two buttons with effortless ease, he strode directly to the central seat, his long legs carrying him with an air of unshakable dominance.
"Well, well, if it isn’t Young Master Gu! Rare guest indeed!" Shen Que was the first to notice him, raising his glass with exaggerated flair.
"We were starting to think you’d forgotten about us! It’s been nearly a month since we last saw you!"
Qin Yu chimed in with a smirk, "Exactly! What’s kept you so busy, Chengyu?"
"Even if you’ve got some beauty hidden away in a golden cage, you still need to come up for air now and then!" The young model nestled in his arms giggled, her gaze boldly trailing over Gu Chengyu.
Ignoring their teasing, Gu Chengyu settled into the center of the sofa, crossing his long legs with casual elegance.
Almost immediately, a stunning woman in a revealing outfit and flawless makeup approached, swaying her hips as she moved to occupy the empty spot beside him, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she held out a drink.
"Keep your distance." Gu Chengyu didn’t even lift his eyes, his voice quiet but leaving no room for disobedience.
The woman’s smile froze, her expression faltering as she glanced uncertainly at Shen Que.
Shen Que’s eyes gleamed with shrewd amusement before he waved her off, pouring a fresh drink himself and handing it to Gu Chengyu.
"Tsk, Chengyu, what’s gotten into you?"
"Last time, at least you’d spare a glance for the beauties I sent your way. Now you won’t even let one sit beside you?" He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice with a knowing, masculine implication. "What’s the matter? Some little enchantress got her hooks into you?"
Gu Chengyu accepted the glass, his fingers lightly tapping against its surface as the corner of his mouth curled faintly—neither confirming nor denying.
Little enchantress? Hardly. She was a full-blown siren.
A flicker of smug pride passed through Gu Chengyu’s eyes, one that Shen Que didn’t miss. What the hell was he so proud of? Not touching women now counted as an achievement?
Gu Chengyu smirked inwardly. He’d made a promise to his little one, and he intended to keep it—keeping other women at arm’s length.
She might not even know about it, but it pleased him to do so anyway.
Better this way, lest she find out and pout in that adorable, jealous way of hers, all wronged and sulky.
Not that he was one to hide his good deeds. No, he fully intended to claim his reward for this—preferably with her beneath him on the sofa. Whether she’d cooperate… well, that remained to be seen.
Qin Yu, observing Gu Chengyu’s distracted demeanor, rolled his eyes and disentangled himself from his model, sidling up to plop down beside him with a drink in hand.
"Chengyu, none of Shen Que’s recommendations doing it for you, huh?"
He grinned suggestively, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Brother’s got a fresh catch lately—now that’s what I call extraordinary."
Waggling his eyebrows, he added, "Been at it a few times, and she’s still just like new—tight as hell, absolutely gifted."
"So? Fancy a taste? Guaranteed to outclass whatever you’ve got now..."
"Way more thrilling!"
"Gifted?" Gu Chengyu let out a derisive chuckle, the sound low but dripping with disdain.
He took a slow sip of the fiery liquor, his dark, phoenix-like eyes slanting toward Qin Yu with such blatant amusement and condescension that Qin Yu stiffened.
Who could possibly compare to his little one's extraordinary talent?
Gu Chengyu’s body still thrummed with the memory of that bone-deep, intoxicating pleasure.
He knew his own prowess well—always relentless, always in control.
Yet that delicate little thing had endured nearly a month of his nightly… attentions, and instead of wearing down, her body had only grown more tantalizingly lush.
Just last night, for instance—after he’d had his way with her this and that way (details too scandalous to write)—she’d been left a trembling, tearful mess, her slender back arched and skin flushed the most enticing shade of pink.
Compared to her first time, she hadn’t weakened in the slightest. If anything, his relentless pampering had only made her softer, sweeter, more irresistible.
Her body was true soul-stealing, mind-melting perfection.
It wasn’t as if he’d never encountered so-called "gifted" women before.
They’d provided their share of novel stimulation.
But back then, Gu Chengyu had always remained clear-headed—completely in command, savoring the pleasure without ever losing himself in it.
Only with his little one did his self-control crumble so utterly.
Every. Single. Time.
The moment he touched her, restraint evaporated. All he wanted was to plunge deeper, to hear her sweet cries escalate into breathless, broken pleas.
That level of abandon was unprecedented.
And then there was her scent.
Gu Chengyu’s fingers absently traced the rim of his glass.
So damn sweet.
Not perfume—something innate, a natural fragrance that grew headier with every shuddering gasp, winding around his senses until he was drunk on her.
Not to mention how flawlessly pretty she was everywhere—soft, pink, and utterly captivating.
There wasn’t a single inch of her that didn’t enthrall him.
The absolute pinnacle of what he desired in a woman.
Even her temperament was perfect: pliant yet stubborn in the most endearing way.
"Heh." Gu Chengyu gave another low laugh, draining the last of his drink in one swallow.
The liquor burned down his throat, doing nothing to quell the heat simmering in his veins from these memories.
Setting the empty glass aside, he leaned back against the opulent sofa, exuding the lazy arrogance of a thoroughly satisfied predator.
Qin Yu, thoroughly nettled by Gu Chengyu’s "you-have-no-idea-what-real-perfection-is" demeanor, scowled and muttered, "Fine, forget I asked."
With a disgruntled huff, he retreated to his original spot, reclaiming his model with a sulky arm.
Gu Chengyu surveyed the lavish scene before him—the glittering dresses, the tinkling laughter, the parade of beauties—and felt nothing but boredom.
All he could think about was the little creature waiting at home, probably curled up on the sofa with a script by now… or maybe already bathed and asleep, smelling like heaven.
