Night enveloped the world, and the sky was scattered with brilliance. Stars and moon shone brightly.

City C, Diping Hotel.

A white Bugatti supercar, like a gust of wind, tore through the night, pulling up to a beautiful stop in front of the hotel.

The guards who had been respectfully waiting on either side saw this and humbly stepped forward. "Lord Bei, you are here!"

The man in the car just glanced at the crowd and got out of the car.

This is a face of breathtaking charisma. The features are strikingly deep-set, a rare quality in Asian faces. Even though half of it is shrouded in shadow, the side illuminated by the light is so dazzling it's impossible to look away.

"Your room has already been assigned to someone else!" the attendant whispered, lowering his voice and gesturing him forward.

"Hmm." The man uttered a word indifferently, leaving behind the throng of attendants, and strode away toward the hotel with long strides.

He possessed a chilling aura, wherever he passed, it was like a cold wind sweeping through, stirring up a sensation of icy desolation.

Entering the elevator, he arrived at the 15th floor and went straight to the bathroom in a room already prepared for him. The man, with his shirt buttons casually undone, strode into the bathroom with long strides.

At the same moment that the sound of running water came from the bathroom, a click suddenly echoed from outside the suite door.

The closed door was quietly opened by someone...

At the same time, on the lawn of a hotel downstairs, a small birthday party was in progress.

This birthday party was held for Fang Rong, the patriarch of the Fang family. As soon as Fang Chixia arrived, the protagonist of the evening greeted her.

"Xiaxia, you're here!" Fangrong strode forward, and when he was almost close, he couldn't wait any longer and rushed over.

Fang Chi's eyes were sharp, and she took two steps back. Just before he reached her, she skillfully dodged his attack.

"Fang Chi Xia!" Fang Rong lunged, but missed. He was a little annoyed, but when he saw her face, more beautiful than a flower, all his anger disappeared.

Tonight is still long, don't be afraid to miss out!

Fang Rong is the son of Fang Chixia's foster father. Since Fang Chixia grew up, his covetous eyes have never stopped, and his gaze always seemed as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Unfortunately, Xia Ji Ling was quite elusive and often avoided Fang Chi. She even rarely returned home, leaving Fang Rong's hopes repeatedly dashed.

Seeing such a succulent piece of meat right before his eyes, yet being unable to taste it, had long left Fang Rong feeling disheartened.

But, thinking of tonight's plan, a sinister twitch played at the corner of his mouth.

I called over a passing waiter and had him take two glasses of wine from the tray. I handed one to Fang Chi Xia, "Xia Xia, it's my birthday tonight, won't you have a drink with me?"

Fang Chi Xia was always on guard against him, but tonight, at such a gathering, it would be difficult to refuse this drink.

"I want this flavor!" Fixing my gaze on the drink he handed me, I weaved a clever excuse and took the opportunity to switch glasses.

Fang Rong watched silently at the work, the gleam in that corner of his eyes grew deeper, a smile that was not kind.

He knew this girl wasn't being honest!

Fortunately, he was prepared!

Even if this girl is careful, she probably won't guess that the wine inside has already been tampered with...

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