Chapter 9: Irresistible!

The blond-haired youth chuckled, leaning down toward the seated girl.

“So sad that you turned me down,” he said, feigning heartbreak.

Shen Qing’s expression darkened. “Your voice is really unpleasant.”

“Huh? What?” The blond hadn’t caught her words and leaned in even closer.

Suddenly, he flipped backward, landing heavily on the ground.

Shen Qing was startled—she hadn’t even made a move.

“Little fairy, what are you doing here?” Dongfang Cheng approached, surprised.

Shen Qing’s gaze fell on Gu Ting. The man’s features were stern, and his foot pinned the blond’s wrist to the floor, drawing agonized cries from the fallen youth.

The people around only glanced their way; no one intervened. In a place like this, brawls were nothing out of the ordinary.

Sensing her gaze, Gu Ting looked toward Shen Qing. The girl sat on the sofa, her features striking and delicate, her face breathtakingly beautiful.

“I came with a friend,” Shen Qing replied, glancing toward the dance floor and reaching for the glass on the table before her.

“Don’t drink that. It’s not clean,” Gu Ting stepped forward and took the glass from her hand.

Dongfang Cheng was surprised—he’d seen clearly that no one had tampered with the drink.

Shen Qing arched an eyebrow and licked her lips. “A little bit unclean won’t hurt me.”

Gu Ting watched her roguish expression, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re underage. No drinking. And you shouldn’t be in establishments like this, either.”

“Brother, you’re meddling a bit much…” Dongfang Cheng’s words trailed off as Gu Ting shot him a sharp look.

“He’s right, little fairy. Time to return to the heavens.”

“Let me take you home,” Gu Ting said, sitting down beside Shen Qing, catching the faint scent of her perfume.

“No need. I’ll just sit here for a while. You two go enjoy yourselves.”

Gu Ting stared at her for a few seconds. “Dongfang Cheng, bring a pot of hot water.”

“Oh… Wait, why am I the errand boy?” Dongfang Cheng realized too late. Looking back, he saw Gu Ting engrossed in conversation with Shen Qing, not sparing him a glance.

“Damn, that dog,” Dongfang Cheng muttered in disdain.

Cheers erupted from the dance floor, drawing his attention.

A woman in a red dress twisted and swayed to the music, her figure alluring. Dongfang Cheng’s heart pounded uncontrollably.

“So this is what love at first sight feels like!” he murmured, licking his lips as he made his way toward the dance floor.

*

Shen Qing crossed her legs and was already two rounds into her game.

During that time, Gu Ting had dispatched three men who’d tried to approach her with nothing but a glance.

He looked over just as the third round began. As soon as it started, she defeated a major boss.

Shen Qing’s fingers moved with dexterity and speed; anyone else would struggle to follow her actions, seeing only a flurry of colors flashing across the screen.

“Thirsty? Want a drink?” Gu Ting seized a moment to hand her a glass of red cocktail, beautifully presented.

Shen Qing looked up, her lips parting slightly. “Alcohol? I’m not of age yet.”

Gu Ting froze for a moment, then smiled.

With a certain dominance, he brought the glass to her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke in a husky voice, “You smell wonderful.”

“What?” The music suddenly surged, drowning out his words. She hadn’t caught what he said.

His gaze darkened. “It’s nothing. This has a very low alcohol content.”

“Oh.” Shen Qing accepted the glass. Though she’d been praised for her looks since childhood, she wasn’t vain enough to think Gu Ting was trying to feed her a drink.

The cocktail was sweet and tangy, reminiscent of lemon juice.

She took a symbolic sip and set the glass aside. Her randomly matched teammate was calling for help in the game.

Gu Ting watched the girl, so out of place in the lively surroundings—this was what a real teenager looked like.

He leaned back, pulled out his phone, and checked his emails.

Who knew how much time passed before Dongfang Cheng sent a message: Bro, I met a beautiful lady. I’m leaving now.

Gu Ting: …

Shen Qing finished her game and stood, stretching her limbs.

“Ready to go?” Gu Ting rose as well.

Shen Qing nodded, her pretty eyes narrowing slightly. Xia Mang, oh Xia Mang, you really ditched me without a word!

“Perfect timing. I’ll take you home,” Gu Ting said, his gaze never leaving her.

Just now, there had been something dangerous in her aura.

*

The two of them left the bar, one after the other, and got into the same black van.

Gu Ting courteously opened the door for Shen Qing. The driver was still the man in black.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Shen Qing said, reclining against the leather seat, eyes closed in feline contentment.

“It’s alright.”

“But, rather dull.”

Gu Ting nodded, replying seriously, “Yes.”

“Sir, miss, where to now?” the driver, Shi Yi, inquired.

Gu Ting glanced at Shen Qing. She spoke slowly, “Green Park Estate.”

Shi Yi responded coolly and started the engine.

Green Park—home only to the wealthy.

Who would have thought that this young lady, dressed so casually, was a hidden heiress?

The van’s appearance was unremarkable, but after modifications, it traveled smoothly and swiftly. Seated in the back, Shen Qing hardly felt a bump.

*

Qin Lin sat in her private car, having spent the afternoon at tea with a few other ladies of high society.

Their conversation, as with all married women, revolved around husbands and children.

Her husband was a business magnate in Fancheng, and her daughter, gifted in painting, was now a rising star in the entertainment industry.

The praise from the other ladies had left her floating on air.

She gazed out the window—Green Park was just ahead.

A nondescript black van approached from the opposite direction. Its tinted windows revealed nothing of the interior.

Qin Lin glanced at it without much thought; such vehicles usually belonged to construction workers doing renovations.

But her driver spared it a second look. That license plate was something else—five sixes in a row.