Zhou Mochen noticed her expression was off. Frowning, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "What’s on your mind? Xu Su, thinking of new ways to torture me?"

Xu Su slowly came back to her senses. For a moment, she had no idea how to face him.

After a moment of silence, she shrugged off his hand and walked toward the door. "My purse is in Shen Chen’s private room, and my phone is in it. Let’s go."

She and Huang Feng had been in such a rush to come back that she’d forgotten her purse.

She couldn’t quite name the feeling in her heart right now, only that their relationship felt utterly meaningless.

’It’s true, I’m spoiled and willful. I can’t be sweet and gentle; I just throw tantrums one after another, and he always puts up with it...’

’He gets angry too. He gets tired too...’

’This is fine, too. If he’s tired of it, he’s free to end things.’

’After all, he isn’t the Zhou Mochen from my memories. Maybe deciding to be with him was a mistake from the very beginning...’

At this thought, besides an unbearable ache in her heart, Xu Su also felt a faint sense of relief...

’How strange. I’m sure I like the Zhou Mochen in front of me, yet the thought of breaking up with him brings a sense of relief.’

’Human nature really is complicated...’

Xu Su began to wonder if she’d truly been spoiled rotten. The only reason she could be this willful was because Zhou Mochen had given her so much security.

Without that subconscious confidence, no one would dare to constantly dance on Zhou Mochen’s landmines...

If anyone else had treated him like this today, they definitely wouldn’t have walked out of here in one piece.

As her thoughts churned, Xu Su felt she’d gone too far and couldn’t help but glance at the man beside her.

Even after downing a whole bottle of red wine, his expression hadn’t changed. Sensing her gaze, Zhou Mochen reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into Shen Chen’s private room.

Xu Su had been gone for less than an hour, but when she returned, the room had completely changed.

The lights were dim, and sultry music poured from the speakers. A few young women were dancing sensually while Hou Yiming had a girl on each arm, his hands roaming all over them.

Shen Chen was nowhere in sight. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly debauched, as if an R-rated scene could break out at any second. Suddenly seeing Xu Su, who had just left, return—and with a man, no less—left Jiang Peng and the others stunned.

When they managed to make out who the man was in the dim light, their eyes all went wide...

It was only then that they finally understood what Shen Chen had meant when he said, "You can’t afford to mess with her boyfriend."

"Young Master Zhou..."

The words had barely left Jiang Peng’s mouth when Zhou Mochen shot him a look, silencing him instantly.

That gaze could practically devour a person...

’This guy doesn’t look like he’s in a good mood...’

Thinking this, Jiang Peng pushed the young model away from him and straightened his clothes, resuming his prim-and-proper appearance.

Beside him, Hou Yiming and Little Zhu got up and turned on all the lights. Just as they were about to send the girls away, the bathroom door opened and Shen Chen walked out.

He saw Zhou Mochen leading Xu Su in and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Well, what do you know. The boyfriend has some pull after all. You left so fast just now, I thought this place had a plague."

"..." Xu Su was at a loss for words. She recalled how she had indeed left in a hurry. Glancing around, she noticed seven or eight scantily clad girls had appeared in the room, and her expression immediately became complicated.

Shen Chen noticed this too and explained lamely, "I didn’t ask for any of them, you know. Stop looking at me like I’m something filthy."

"Heh heh..." Xu Su forced a laugh, not understanding what him wanting or not wanting girls had to do with her.

Her wrist was gripped tightly as Zhou Mochen pulled her down onto the sofa. He glanced up at Shen Chen. "Turn the lights off. You guys go on with your fun."

Then he looked at Huang Chao, who had followed them in. "You can go back too."

Zhou Mochen’s tone was as normal as ever, nothing seemed amiss. But Shen Chen had known him since they were kids; they knew each other inside and out. He could tell with a single glance that Zhou Mochen was in an awful mood...

Huang Chao turned and left without another word, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire. The main lights that Hou Yiming and the others had turned on were switched off again, and the room returned to the dim state it was in when they first arrived.

The scantily clad models dutifully resumed their job of warming up the atmosphere.

A hand went to Xu Su’s waist, and she was lifted onto Zhou Mochen’s lap. Before she could even react, she felt a movement at her collar...

Xu Su’s eyes flew wide.

She hastily grabbed Zhou Mochen’s wrist. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing?" Zhou Mochen stared at her, a smile playing on his lips. "If you’re going to offer a little sweetener, a single kiss isn’t enough. Xu Su, have I been too good-tempered all this time? Did that make you think I was some kind of pushover?"

He was smiling as he said it, but the chill in his eyes was enough to cause frostbite...

His hand, ignoring her resistance, applied a bit more force.

Xu Su shuddered, her hands flying to her chest. She couldn’t believe what he was doing.

’There are so many people in this room.’

’And he’s actually getting handsy right here!’

Xu Su’s gaze was a mixture of shock and fury. "Zhou Mochen! You wouldn’t dare!"

Zhou Mochen smiled. "Of course I would. There are many things I would dare to do. It just depends on whether I feel like it or not."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he casually tore open her collar...

In an instant, Xu Su’s scalp went numb, and goosebumps erupted all over her skin. She tried to shoot up like a wind-up toy, but Zhou Mochen held her waist in a death grip.

Shaking all over, she didn’t dare cry out. She and Zhou Mochen were sitting in a corner, with him holding her so her back was to the others. As long as they were quiet, it was fine, but if she made a sound, everyone would know what they were doing.

Xu Su was terrified, furious, and filled with a dense, creeping sense of being wronged. How could he dare treat her like this!

’What does he take me for?’

’Some woman here for his wanton amusement?’

Xu Su forced herself to endure it, still trying to find excuses for him in her mind. ’He’s just angry. Angry that I deliberately humiliated him just now, so he wants to get even.’

’It’s okay, it’s okay.’ Xu Su bit her lip, holding back with all her might.

’He’s just furious, it’s fine...’

But the quick end she was hoping for didn’t come.

After his lips roamed for a moment, they returned to her neck...

He said in a flippant tone, "This is a nice dress. Very convenient. Susu, should I have them all leave? Or would you rather do it in front of them?"

As he spoke that last sentence, he gave a mocking smile, his implication clear.

’Or would you rather do it in front of them...’

Xu Su’s mind exploded. Her hands stopped protecting herself and shot out to grab his neck as she yelled, "Fine! Let’s do it right here in front of everyone! Whoever backs down is a son of a bitch!"

Her voice was so loud it seemed to make the music-filled room tremble.

"If you have a fucking fetish for this, then I’ll see it through with you! It’s just a live show, right? What do I have to be afraid of!" Xu Su reached for the buttons on Zhou Mochen’s shirt.

Her fingers were trembling so much she couldn’t undo a single button. Furious, she started tearing at his shirt, laughing viciously. "Trying to scare me with this? Zhou Mochen, you call yourself a man!"