The empty wine glasses caught the light like fallen trophies. Lin Feng’s wallet wept silently in his pocket.

[Ding!]

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Across the table, Su Yuyan blotted her lips with surgical precision. The napkin came away unstained—of course it did. Women like her didn’t leave traces.

"Sharp tongue," she mused. "But I wonder..."

Lin Feng’s spine straightened. Here it comes.

"—if you can keep this up."

Her phone buzzed. A flicker of something dark crossed her face before she locked it down.

Trouble.

"Excuse me." She stood so fast her chair didn’t make a sound. "The meal was... educational."

Then she was gone, leaving nothing but Chanel No. 5 and unanswered questions in her wake.

[System: Well?]

Lin Feng’s fingers drummed the tablecloth. ’Well what?’

[You gonna chase your ¥100,000 investment or just sit here smelling her perfume?]

Outside, Su Yuyan’s heels clicked too fast against the pavement.

The black sedan appeared like a panther sliding from shadows. The door opened without sound.

"Miss Su." The suit inside had a voice like a velvet coffin. "Young Master Zhao requests—"

"Busy."

"He insists."

Su Yuyan’s knuckles whitened around her clutch. A single glance back at the restaurant—

Did she hesitate?

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