The neon lights flicker, the place is brightly lit.

Sanlitun, undoubtedly the bustling area where countless handsome men and beautiful women gather all year round, with luxury sports cars frequently making appearances.

And in a high-end bar, after midnight, it’s even more lively, the noise is deafening.

This is the place he had previously visited with his high school classmates.

It’s also his secret base because the behind-the-scenes owner here is Jiang Cheng.

When he appeared, he was still wearing a familiar Ghost Face Mask, looking like this when meeting people from another social circle.

He didn’t want to be disturbed in his normal life, but now, there are some additional reasons.

At the card table sat a group of rich second-generation heirs, big shots, men, and women; all sorts were present. Opened bottles of Ace of Spades and Louis XVI were placed on the long glass coffee table. Jiang Cheng sat in the middle of one position, raised a hand holding a glass of wine to greet him when he saw him enter.

Then he asked those next to him to leave a spot for him.

Wen Yu: "..."

He glanced at the woman next to the person who stood up; she was still chatting with others, smiling, as if she hadn’t seen him at all. He gradually withdrew his gaze.

Composed himself and sat down next to her.

Today they weren’t in a private room, but playing outside. The noisy explosive DJ beats pounded his eardrums, the lights crazily flashed, as if mist was enveloping the air.

This is a place where many people come to indulge at night, and once he took off his lab coat, he seemed to transform into a different person.

Here, he melded with them, amidst the revelry.

The woman next to him had long hair down to her waist, originally straight, but tonight the ends curled into big waves, adding a touch of indescribable allure.

The only thing unchanged was that she never applied garish makeup, soft and light, carrying a faint fragrance.

As she chatted with others, her body made some gestures, and sitting beside her, he would occasionally be touched.

He slowed his breathing.

Everything around him, no matter how noisy, seemed to vanish, leaving only her voice in his ears.

Yes, she was here.

When he appeared, his first glance found her among the crowd.

Everyone here was older than him, which was another reason for the mask—to not let them know he was only eighteen.

Especially—her. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He sat there unaffected by anything; she seemed to be almost finished chatting with others when her gaze suddenly swept over, finally noticing him.

She immediately smiled, her lips curving, turning her body, her hand directly reaching for his mask:

"Hey? I wonder why you always wear a mask; what’s so shameful—"

Before finishing her sentence, her wrist reaching for his mask was suddenly grabbed by him.

Ruan Yiyi wasn’t upset, her eyes smiling: "Hmm?"

He wore the mask, his eyes cold and indifferent, saying word by word: "This is not to be touched."

His attitude was distant yet firm, leaving her no choice but to raise her eyebrow slightly, withdrawing her hand, laughing softly: "We’re out here to play, loosen up a bit, what are you being serious for? Come, dance with me."

With that, she smoothly grabbed his wrist, letting her coat slide off her shoulder, rising to lead him away.

Wen Yu had no choice but to stand up, casting a glance at Jiang Cheng—