Luo Shiyin's composure completely shattered.
In an instant, her gentle, alluring almond eyes widened with fury, radiating murderous intent.
This bastard!
In all my years wandering the martial world, I've never suffered such a humiliation!
You've groped my thighs and butt, ravaged my chest beyond recognition, taken my first kiss, and now you won't even let me use my pupil technique on you—instead, you want me to…
Luo Shiyin's blood boiled as she channeled her true energy. Her first instinct was to strike Lu Chenwen dead on the spot.
But in that split second, she noticed Lu Chenwen seemed to sense the danger. His muscles tensed, and she could feel the surging true energy within him, as if he was ready to fight for his life at any moment.
Luo Shiyin immediately suppressed her energy and coquettishly pounded Lu Chenwen's chest. "President Lu! You're so mean! I'm not that kind of woman!"
"Oh, you're not?" Lu Chenwen's energy also gradually relaxed. "Then there's nothing more to talk about. Get out."
Luo Shiyin was on the verge of exploding with rage.
If she could kill him with a single strike, she wouldn't hesitate for a second.
At this moment, Luo Shiyin swore to herself—she would kill him sooner or later.
Once the Young Master took control of the Lu family's assets, she would personally ensure Lu Chenwen's death! He had to die!
And it had to be by her own hand!
Otherwise, the humiliation she endured today would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Luo Shiyin couldn't understand—why didn't her scent work?
And the pupil technique? This damned bastard refused to even look her in the eyes, as if he already knew that meeting her gaze would spell his doom.
Why?!
Originally, Luo Shiyin could hear Lu Chenwen's thoughts.
But when facing her, Lu Chenwen didn't dare let his mind wander. Unlike with Xu Xuejiao or Leng Qingqiu, he didn't indulge in romantic or lewd fantasies.
Instead, his mind started reciting an opera:
*[Last night in the palace, we drank fine wine, husband and wife sat together chatting idly. I spoke sweet words to her, but who knew the wretched woman would go mad? A true man cannot tolerate a woman's defiance, so I drew my sword and slew her at Heyang…]*
It was like adding fuel to the fire.
Luo Shiyin was still human—a woman, a beautiful woman, one who had never suffered such a loss at the hands of a man before!
Right now, this was the greatest defeat Luo Shiyin had ever experienced in her life!
This was her Waterloo!
Her first true crushing defeat…
It was devastating.
The humiliation and overwhelming sense of failure made her tremble with fury.
Lu Chenwen pushed her away. "Tch! This is no fun, that's no fun—Huo Wendong just loves screwing me over. Now he wants to swap secretaries for fun? My Shihan can sing, dance, and play instruments—what use is this one who can't even play along? Get out, go find your Huo Wendong."
Luo Shiyin was going insane.
She quickly forced a smile. "President Lu, don't be angry. I'm a girl—I'm shy."
Lu Chenwen acted like a typical spoiled rich playboy, arrogantly retorting, "I've been playing with women since high school. Shy ones are boring—no fun at all!"
Luo Shiyin suppressed her rage. "Aiya, you're a grown man—are you really going to be mad at me? Fine, how about I share a drink with you? Let's warm up first!"
She walked to the liquor cabinet, bracing herself against it as dizziness from anger overwhelmed her.
Her head buzzed uncontrollably.
*Fine. If you won't fall for the usual tricks, I'll show you just how many methods my sect has!*
Gritting her teeth, she picked out the finest bottle of liquor and two glasses, then poured the drinks with a sweet smile.
Of course, she discreetly slipped something into Lu Chenwen's glass.
*Mei'er Yidian Hong*—a colorless, odorless aphrodisiac that dissolved seamlessly in any liquid.
Once consumed, the victim would lose all self-control, overcome with uncontrollable desire.
*Let's see if you can resist this!*
She handed the glass to Lu Chenwen, who still refused to meet her gaze.
Luo Shiyin smiled sweetly. "President Lu, don't be mad~ Let me make it up to you! I was wrong, okay? How about we drink a cross-cup toast?"
This kind of game was common—Chen the Fatty had long grown tired of it.
Lu Chenwen finally showed a hint of a smile, but just as they were about to drink, he suddenly said, "Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"You feed me your wine, and I'll feed you mine. You won't refuse me again, will you?"
Luo Shiyin froze. A million thoughts raced through her mind.
*Why?!*
*Why does it feel like this bastard sees through every move I make?!*
*Why do all his unreasonable demands seem tailor-made to counter me?!*
*Does he know everything about me and my sect?!*
*How else could he be this prepared?!*
Luo Shiyin forced a smile. "Of course, President Lu. Whatever you ask, I'll oblige."
As she spoke, she discreetly slipped *Mei'er Yidian Hong* into both glasses.
*I can detoxify myself—but can you?!*
*No matter which glass you drink from, once it's down, you'll be my puppet!*
*My plaything! My slave!*
Luo Shiyin downed Lu Chenwen's glass in one gulp, then smiled seductively, turning the empty glass upside down. "President Lu, I drank it all~"
"Mhm. Now drink this one too."
Luo Shiyin was at her limit.
"President Lu, you're cheating! You promised to drink with me!"
"I'm not the one being coy here. You drank that one—this is your punishment. Finish it, then we'll get to business in the bedroom."
Luo Shiyin glanced toward the inner room. Sure enough, the door to the private suite was open, revealing a large bed inside.
*Fine.*
*I'll deal with you on the bed. I refuse to believe I can't break you today!*
She downed both glasses. "President Lu, carry me to the room~"
Lu Chenwen strode in alone.
Luo Shiyin rolled her eyes and had no choice but to follow like some cheap floozy.
The moment she entered, Lu Chenwen coldly ordered, "Turn around."
"Huh?"
"Turn around."
"What for, President Lu?"
Luo Shiyin turned, and Lu Chenwen slipped a blindfold over her eyes from behind.
"There. Much better."
Luo Shiyin was on the verge of a breakdown.
She was truly about to lose it.
*What the hell?!*
*He won't look at me, and now he's blindfolded me—how am I supposed to use my Five-Colored Alluring Pupil Technique like this?!*
*Is this a joke?!*
Lu Chenwen commanded, "Get on the bed. Lie down. Spread your limbs."
"President Lu, what's this for?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just have… unconventional tastes. I like tying a girl's hands and feet to the bedposts before having my way with her. Don't worry—I'll be gentle."
Luo Shiyin yanked off the blindfold and turned around to see Lu Chenwen smirking at her, his sunglasses back on.
Her heart froze at the sight of his smug expression.
*He's doing this on purpose!*
*This bastard knows all my tricks!*
*Why?! He's just a spoiled rich kid who grew up in the city, obsessed with money, stockings, long legs, and his own ego—a shallow, arrogant fool!*
*How could he possibly know my secrets?!*
At this point, if she still believed all this was a coincidence, it would be too much of a stretch.
Lu Chenwen had already turned to leave. "Forget it, this is boring. Get out and send Shihan in. At least she's fun."
Luo Shiyin forced a smile and said calmly, "Since President Lu doesn't like me, I won't ruin your mood any longer."
As she reached the door, she glanced back. Lu Chenwen stood by the window, ignoring her completely.
This scene burned itself into Luo Shiyin's mind.
Lu Chenwen, tall and imposing in his tailored suit, stood motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing indifferently at the cityscape below, as if he were a statue.
Tears of frustration welled up in Luo Shiyin's eyes. She wiped them away and left.
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Lu Chenwen watched her leave through the window's reflection and finally let out a sigh of relief.
*Damn, that woman is dangerous.*
*Thankfully, I was sharp enough not to fall for her tricks.*
Smirking, he pulled two rubber earplugs from his nostrils—originally meant for sleeping.
But Lu Chenwen knew Luo Shiyin's scent was dangerous. Even a whiff could lead to disaster.
Her eyes were even worse—one look, and he'd end up like Huo Wendong.
As for the wine she poured? That was the most dangerous of all.
*Can't look at her, can't smell her—and you expect me to drink something she hands me?! Put it in my stomach?!*
*Do you think I was born yesterday?!*
Lu Chenwen sat back in his chair, smug.
Not only did he avoid her traps, but he also… *Heh, not bad—her body's amazing, great to the touch!*
*Not taking advantage of that would be pure stupidity.*
*Ah, regrets—I should've groped her a little longer.*
*Wait, no. The less contact with someone like her, the better.*
Suddenly, Lu Chenwen noticed a strange scent. He sniffed the air—a faint, lingering fragrance.
It must've been left behind by Luo Shiyin.
*Wow, this woman's scent is… deceptively subtle. Didn't expect it to linger this long. Even now, the room still smells like…*
*Oh no.*
Lu Chenwen's heart began pounding erratically. His body grew feverish, his mouth dry, his mind foggy.
He quickly checked his pulse—something felt off, but he couldn't pinpoint what.
*Shit! Even with my nose plugged, I still fell for it?!*
Staggering, he rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, but it did nothing to quell the growing heat inside him.
Just then, Jiang Shihan walked in. "President Lu, Mr. Huo and Miss Shiyin left—both seemed upset. President Lu?"
She approached the bathroom. "President Lu, are you okay?!"
Lu Chenwen turned, his face dripping with water, breathing heavily. The sight of the beautiful, sexy Jiang Shihan only intensified his urges.
"G-Get out!"
"President Lu, are you unwell? Should I call a doctor?"
"A doctor? I've been poisoned!"
Jiang Shihan panicked. "Poisoned?! What kind of poison?"
Lu Chenwen could no longer bear the sound of a woman's voice. He fought to stay coherent. "None of your business—get out now!"
Instead of leaving, Jiang Shihan rushed to his side, pressing close. "Oh no, President Lu! Your forehead is burning up! Let me call a doctor!"
Lu Chenwen suddenly pounced on her. Jiang Shihan shrieked as she fell to the floor, staring up at him in terror.
Lu Chenwen shook his head violently, trying to regain control. *Hold it together—or this will end badly!*
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Jiang Shihan's face, her chest…
His voice turned hoarse. "Go… get Chen the Fatty. Find me two women. Now!"