There was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

But the look in his eyes was gradually becoming more sinister.

The hand holding the glass was also turning pale.

There are always men around her.

Even if one leaves, there will be another by her side.

Seeing all of this, what is he thinking in his heart?

Among these various men, including himself, who will ultimately lie beside her?

Become the one she wakes up next to?

Wen Yu went out and joined a senior and a few other schoolmates on the dance floor.

Running into them here today was definitely a surprise, but it also perfectly suited his intentions, giving him a reason to stay on.

There were plenty of young people dancing here, but Wen Yu quietly slipped away from them shortly and headed toward the bathroom.

This direction happened to pass by Ruan Yiyi and that man.

The flashing lights were intense, and the bluish glow imparted a feeling of decadence and decay.

It was also tempting, luring people step by step into obsession.

Ruan Yiyi originally intended to leave after Jack in the mask left, but she was stopped by a rich second-generation heir from Jiang Cheng’s group.

This rich heir’s family was wealthy and somewhat powerful.

She had seen him before, but didn’t know much about him, and now he was closing in, wanting to invite her for a quiet drink.

She smiled and politely declined, but he wouldn’t let her go, inexplicably becoming more pestering.

"Yiyi, give me a chance, I’ve liked you for a long time, let’s go out and have a seat, I’ll take you home tonight."

The man seemed earnest as he spoke.

And just at the moment Wen Yu passed by, he happened to overhear those words.

Ruan Yiyi lowered her head and chuckled softly, and as she lifted her head to respond to him, she unexpectedly saw someone passing by them.

She was momentarily stunned.

Blinked her eyes, and for a moment thought she had seen wrong.

She kept watching him walk towards the bathroom, and only then did Ruan Yiyi slowly come back to her senses.

That was—

Wen Yu?

Wen Xian’s younger brother, Wen Yu.

Ruan Yiyi immediately frowned slightly, thinking of how young he was, and what kind of place this was.

"Yiyi?"

The man unwillingly asked again.

Ruan Yiyi withdrew her gaze, and when she looked at him, her patience seemed to have waned, her eyes showing a bit of coldness:

"Young Master Qiu, words cannot be spoken like that. Just because you like me doesn’t mean I have to like you. Not everything can go your way, you need to understand that."

As she spoke, she pressed a finger against his chest.

With a faint, formal smile at the corner of her lips, she forcefully pushed him away.

And the man, listening to her words and looking at her slender and graceful figure, took a deep breath.

He still seemed unwilling to give up.

He stared at her figure, slowly downing the last sip of whiskey.

His eyes flashed slightly, as if a glimmer of resolve crossed through them.

He seemed confident about getting her.

The nightclub remained noisy, and soon, a person came from the shadows to the side of this Young Master Qiu.

The man whispered a few words into his ear, and the latter was momentarily stunned, asking uncertainly:

"Young Master Qiu, that’s Miss Ruan, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I said how to do it, so do it, hurry and prepare!"

The Qiu man impatiently scolded.