Chapter 11: Mr. Shen Asked Me to Pass This to You

Gu Yan fled in a panic once again.

Her cheeks were burning, and the lingering, scorching sensation on her lips would not fade away; even her earlobes and waist, where he had touched her, felt as if they had been set on fire.

Being old really means having no shame.

Though... his kissing technique didn't seem half bad.

If no one had barged in, they could have kissed for a while longer.

As soon as this thought popped up, Gu Yan couldn't help but thump her own head.

Is she really some kind of lecherous woman?

But she wasn't like this before.

"Miss!"

Just as she was feeling vexed, Xu Yuan walked over quickly from around the corner, her breathing slightly uneven, "Where did you go? I've been looking for you everywhere."

She walked up close and stopped in her tracks.

Her gaze landed on Gu Yan's face.

Gu Yan turned her face away, "It's too stuffy inside."

Her voice was a bit hoarse.

Xu Yuan didn't speak.

She looked at the strands of hair falling by Gu Yan's slightly disheveled temples, looked at her glistening, watery eyes, and her bruised, crimson lips.

It was the very picture of someone who had been "bullied."

"Miss," Xu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, her voice anxious, "who bullied you?"

Gu Yan's body stiffened, feeling somewhat annoyed.

"No one." She turned her head back, the corners of her eyes still red, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

"You look like this..." Xu Yuan acted as if facing a formidable enemy, "I must tell the Eldest Young Master."

"Xu Yuan!" Gu Yan's voice rose, carrying a coquettish annoyance, "You are not allowed to say anything!"

She walked past her in annoyance, and Xu Yuan followed.

"Miss, you can't..."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's really nothing," Gu Yan interrupted her, feeling shy and annoyed, "I was just... looking for inspiration, I just went to look for inspiration."

"Really?" Xu Yuan was suspicious.

"Really!" Gu Yan nodded.

Xu Yuan was silent for a moment, looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes and the lingering, watery sheen in the depths of her eyes.

Her Miss seemed to be treating her like a fool.

But she decided not to call her out.

Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed out her skirt and hair. Her movements had already regained their elegance, and the panic from just moments ago was suppressed.

She walked to the elevator and looked at herself reflected in the polished door.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shimmering, and her lips...

She reached out and gently wiped her lower lip with her fingertip. The lipstick smeared even more.

"Tsk." She frowned in annoyance.

The elevator door opened.

She walked in, with her back to Xu Yuan.

Her voice was muffled, audible only to herself, carrying a lingering coquettishness, "... I'll settle the score with him later."

Not long after, the door to the lounge opened again.

Shen Yanhui walked out, holding a small, square, dark blue velvet box between his fingers.

"Finished talking so soon?" Sheng Ze hadn't gone far and was leaning against the railing at the corner, a playful smile on his face.

Shen Yanhui didn't stop, only glanced at him coldly before continuing forward.

Sheng Ze didn't mind and followed along at a leisurely pace.

His gaze swept over Shen Yanhui's waist, and he lowered his voice deliberately: "I know a good doctor who specializes in that area... do you want me to introduce you?"

Shen Yanhui didn't pause, his tone indifferent: "No wonder you are so well-informed."

Sheng Ze was stunned: "What?"

"So it turns out you're the one who can't perform," Shen Yanhui turned his face slightly, his eyes devoid of emotion, "which is why you pay such close attention to these 'experts'."

Sheng Ze: "..."

He choked, unable to respond for a moment.

Shen Yanhui had already looked away. At the end of the corridor, Chang Su was walking over quickly, his expression rarely grave.

"Sir." Chang Su stopped a step away, his voice extremely low, "A call from the old mansion. Something happened with the Third Branch at the South City Club, and it's quite a scene."

Shen Yanhui's face showed no ripples, "Details."

"Guns were drawn." Chang Su's voice was even lower, "Someone was injured, and the other party has a significant background. It's a standoff now, and they are specifically demanding that someone in charge go over to negotiate."

Shen Yanhui stopped walking.

"Ready the helicopter." His voice was calm, "We're going now."

"Yes." Chang Su immediately picked up his phone.

Sheng Ze stood to the side, the playfulness on his face long since vanished. He had only heard a few words, but it was enough to understand the severity of the situation.

It was certainly no small matter if it could cause Chang Su to have that expression and force Shen Yanhui to rush over personally to "clean things up."

Shen Yanhui said nothing more and turned toward the elevator. Chang Su followed closely behind, speaking in a low voice to arrange matters on the other end of the phone.

Sheng Ze watched the two disappear behind the elevator doors and rubbed his chin.

The waters of the Shen Family have never been clear. It's just that I didn't expect trouble to arise at this time.

On the rooftop terrace, the night wind whipped fiercely.

The helicopter's massive rotors began to turn, whipping up a powerful current of air.

Shen Yanhui sat inside the cabin; the cabin lights were dimmed, reflecting off his expressionless profile.

He opened his palm.

That deep blue velvet box lay there quietly.

His fingertips flicked open the lid, and a pair of warm, lustrous pearl earrings lay inside.

The young lady had been annoyed just now, and she had certainly taken them off quickly.

He called over the staff member who was retreating to the side and handed the box over, "Give this to Miss Gu Yan."

The staff member took it with both hands: "Yes, Mr. Shen."

Shen Yanhui leaned back against the chair, and the cabin door slowly closed, shutting out the clamor of the cruise ship ball.

The helicopter rose from the ground and flew toward the south of the city.

——

After Gu Yan returned to the first-floor banquet hall, she had been standing on the outer viewing terrace blowing in the sea breeze.

The helicopter's massive roar gradually faded into the distance, eventually merging into the deep blue sky, leaving only a flickering red dot that soon vanished from sight.

"Who is it, making such a big scene?" a female companion nearby whispered.

"Who else could it be? One of those masters from the top floor, of course."

"What happened?"

"Who knows? Probably another family..."

Gu Yan didn't listen closely; she withdrew her gaze, feeling listless.

Boring, so boring.

"Miss, would you like to return to your room to rest?" Xu Yuan asked in a low voice at the right moment.

Gu Yan gave a hum of agreement.

The VIP suite arranged for her was on the sixth floor, quiet with an excellent view. The room was in an elegant European style, and pushing open the terrace door revealed the boundless sea.

Gu Yan removed her makeup and took a long, hot bath, washing away the sticky scent of powder and...

A certain lingering sensation that belonged to another person.

The warm water flowed over her shoulders and neck; she closed her eyes, but scenes from the lounge flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

His encroaching silhouette, his calm eyes, and the forceful, lingering pressure on her lips.

So annoying.

She sat up abruptly from the water, sending splashes everywhere.

Wrapping herself in a soft velvet bathrobe, she stepped barefoot onto the carpet, her hair tips still dripping. Just as she picked up the hairdryer, a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?" She frowned.

"Miss, it's me." Xu Yuan's voice came through the door panel. "There is something... for you."

Gu Yan put down the hairdryer and walked over to pull open the door.

Xu Yuan stood outside the door, holding a deep blue velvet box in her hands, her face showing obvious confusion. "A staff member just brought this over, saying... Mr. Shen asked for it to be passed on to you."

Mr. Shen.

Gu Yan's heart skipped a beat as she took the box.

It was all too familiar; certain R-rated images suddenly flashed back into her mind.

A blush crept onto her cheeks.

Seeing her like this, what else was there for Xu Yuan not to understand?

This Mr. Shen was likely the one who had gnawed her young lady's lips until they were bright red.