The heavy door of the private room swung open.
Lin Shu stood at the entrance.
She wasn’t dressed in an extravagant gown, just a beige trench coat that reached her calves, its belt loosely tied.
The light fell on her stunning face, her makeup still flawless, but the usual arrogance in her eyes had faded, replaced by a lingering softness and melancholy.
All eyes instantly locked onto her, filled with scrutiny, mockery, and schadenfreude.
Even the music seemed to quieten, as if waiting for the drama to unfold.
Lin Shu took a deep breath, then painted a seductive smile on her lips. She strode forward in her stilettos, heading straight for the man sitting at the far right of the circular sofa—the one who stood out like a sore thumb.
"Chengyu…" Her voice was honeyed and deliberately sweet, stopping a few steps away from Gu Chengyu.
Gu Chengyu didn’t even lift his gaze, still toying with the burnt-out cigar between his fingers, as if he hadn’t heard her.
The air thickened with tension.
Lin Shu’s smile faltered for a split second before she forced it wider.
Without hesitation, she walked over and knelt on the carpet at his feet, lowering herself like a rose clinging to a towering tree.
She tilted her head up, her famously expressive eyes gazing at him with a mix of coyness and pleading. "I’m sorry, Chengyu…"
"The traffic was terrible. I’m late."
Her hand reached out tentatively, aiming for his other hand resting on his knee. "Don’t be mad at me, okay?"
"Well, well! The great Lin Shu finally graces us with her presence!" Shen Que was the first to jeer, shoving the woman in his lap aside as he swaggered over with a glass in hand, grinning slyly. "You kept our Young Master Gu waiting! That deserves punishment, don’t you all think?"
"Damn right!"
"Three shots!"
"Just drinking is boring!"
The room erupted in cheers and whistles, the atmosphere instantly electrified.
Qin Yu, with Xia Wei draped over his arm, watched with amusement. Xia Wei and Zhou Wen exchanged knowing glances, smirking at the spectacle.
Finally, Gu Chengyu moved.
He cast a cold glance at Lin Shu by his feet, his impatience palpable. "Enough nonsense. Do you remember why you’re here?"
He just wanted this pointless bet over with—every second here was torture.
Lin Shu flinched under his glare but held her smile, pressing closer until she was nearly draped over his knees.
Still looking up at him, her voice dripping with sweetness, she dropped a bombshell that sent the room into chaos: "Don’t rush. Of course I’ll make up for being late, but drinking is so dull."
Her gaze swept over the rowdy crowd before landing on Shen Que, her expression daring. "How about we play something more… interesting?"
She paused, letting the anticipation build, then parted her red lips. "Second Young Master Shen, mind lending me one of your lovely companions?"
"We’ll play rock-paper-scissors—best of three. If I lose…"
She drew out the words, fingers teasing the belt of her trench coat, her eyes challenging. "I’ll take off one piece of clothing. Right here. How’s that?"
The room exploded.
Whistles, shouts, and pounding fists drowned out the music.
"Lin Shu’s got guts!"
"Take it off! Take it off!"
Even the women nestled against the wealthy playboys gaped, torn between shock and disdain.
The untouchable star Lin Shu had finally fallen to their level.
Shen Que blinked, then burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming. "Hell yeah! Now we’re talking!"
He yanked a woman in a disheveled miniskirt forward. "Go on! Entertain our superstar!"
All eyes zeroed in on Lin Shu and the model, hunger and excitement thick in the air.
Even Gu Chengyu frowned, studying the woman at his feet. This wasn’t like her. What was she playing at?
Lin Shu and Shen Que’s companion faced off in front of the sofa.
Her heart raced, fingers icy, but her smile never wavered.
She was gambling—staking everything on this.
Three rounds. She deliberately hesitated, losing two.
"Hah! Better luck next time, Lin Shu!" Shen Que slapped his thigh, triumphant.
The chants reached a fever pitch: "Off! Now!"
"The coat! The coat!"
Lin Shu exhaled slowly, then turned deliberately toward Gu Chengyu, ensuring he had a front-row seat to her next move.
Her eyes locked onto his, silently begging for his approval.
But Gu Chengyu lounged against the sofa, his expression indifferent, as if watching a bad play he couldn’t care less about. If anything, he looked amused.
Her body on display meant nothing to him.
Lin Shu’s stomach twisted, but there was no turning back.
Her red-tipped fingers dragged the thin belt loose with agonizing slowness, every movement dripping with provocation.
The beige coat fell open.
Beneath it was a scandalous sequined swimsuit—deep V-cut, silver glitter catching the dim light, clinging to every curve.
Her long legs, bare and toned, gleamed under the room’s haze.
"Damn—!"
"Lin Shu’s packing heat!"
"Lucky bastard, Young Master Gu!" Crude cheers and whistles erupted.
Lin Shu let the coat slide to the carpet, standing tall as ravenous eyes devoured her. She’d done lingerie campaigns before—this was nothing.
With feigned shyness, she sauntered to the empty spot beside Gu Chengyu.
She didn’t dare touch him.
Instead, she perched just inches away, sinking into the plush sofa, her posture relaxed yet designed to showcase her body.
Close enough to catch the sandalwood scent of his cologne.
From this angle, if the door opened, the first thing anyone would see was her—half-naked, pressed against Gu Chengyu’s side. The distance between them would blur in the vast room.
Lin Shu swallowed the humiliation, her pulse frantic.
Her peripheral vision stayed glued to the door. Any second now.
She waited for it to swing open.
A cold laugh curled inside her. Come on, Su Qianqian. Come see your man—and who he’s really with.
Let’s see how smug you are then.
