"Come on!" Shu Yin spread out her arms with a provoking look on her face, as if she was waiting for him to serve her. Yan Ci suspected that she would whistle like a punk the next second. Sure enough, when he froze on the spot, the girl on the bed slowly said, "Everything hinges on the foreplay. Would you like to perform a striptease for me?" Yan Ci's face immediately darkened. "Well..." Shu Yin sighed in disappointment, "You can't even perform a striptease. I really don't know why I keep you." She saw a shopping bag placed on the coffee table. It was the clothing brand she wore most often.

She had been an enemy with Yan Ci for so many years, so she knew him well enough. He should have bought the clothes when he went out to buy breakfast. Inside the bag were a black turtleneck and a pair of white loose pants. Shu Yin had a slender waist and long legs, and the clothes fit her well. Yan Ci made a smart choice as the clothes perfectly covered the hickeys on her neck. When she got out of the bathroom, Yan Ci was having fish porridge at the dining table. The exquisite white china spoon looked like a piece of fine jade on his long fingers. She had to admit that this scene was very pleasant to look at. Shu Yin pulled a chair and sat opposite him. Yan Ci put a bowl of porridge in front of her, but she didn't pick up her spoon, frowning. She had a particular distaste for fishy smell, so she didn't eat any fish porridge unless... "It's Kum Lee Kee." Yan Ci said. Shu Yin paused for a moment before she picked up a spoon and tasted the porridge. If she remembered correctly, Kum Lee Kee was at least twenty minutes' ride away from the hotel. It was seven o'clock now. Did this man go to line up for the porridge at six o'clock?" Shu Yin didn't believe it, but the porridge in her mouth tasted like Kum Lee Kee. She mumbled, "How do you know that I only drink the porridge of Kum Lee Kee? Did you investigate..." "I've never had porridge from any other restaurants." Yan Ci's words silenced Shu Yin, who thought he cared about her. That made sense. Before he went bankrupt, he lived a luxurious life like a prince. Shu Yin put down the spoon. "I have two requests." "Go ahead." "You are not allowed to contact me." Yan Ci asked, "What about the other one?" "You should come at my beck and call." Yan Ci put down his spoon and smiled faintly. "Okay." Even though she was the patroness, Shu Yin had an illusion that she was the kept woman when she saw his smile. This was how he was. His gentle gaze could give any woman the illusion that he genuinely adored her. "So sweet!" Shu Yin stared into Yan Ci's eyes and heavily stroked his short hair, managing to find her dignity. Yan Ci watched her run away, his smile deepening. ... In the Magazine Hormones Under the RH International Periodicals Publishing Group, Shu Yin sat in the leather armchair in the executive editor's office and intently read the latest magazine plan, chewing a lozenge. *Buzz...* WeChat message notification rang. Tang Xi texted, "Are you alive? Tell me if you are." Shu Yin clicked on her phone screen and texted quickly with her slender fingers. "Why didn't you stop me last night?" Tang Xi quickly sent a screenshot of their chat history last night. At 1:30 am. Tang Xi texted, "Are you okay? Shall I bring some people to save you now? Forget it. I'd better call the police! Wait for me. I'll come over right now." Shu Yin sent a smiley emoji. "Relax, I'm in total control. I won't spare anyone who dares to sabotage my plan! If I can't make him kneel down and call me Dad today, I will write my name backward!" Shu Yin remembered now. When Yan Ci was writing the agreement on the coffee table, she did send Tang Xi these WeChat messages. Alcohol was indeed a bad thing, which cost her body and money. If she could travel back in time, she wished to go back and strangle herself last night. Tang Xi was curious, texting, "Did Yan Ci kneel down and call you Dad?" Shu Yin replied, "No, I called him Dad." On the other end of the phone, Tang Xi wanted to remind her that Yan Ci's post asking for a rich woman to keep him last night seemed to be only visible to Shu Yin. However, she soon got distracted by the heavy workload. It was difficult to run a law firm! Piles of work diverted her attention. Looking at the dark phone screen, Shu Yin lay on the sofa wearily, crunching the lozenge in her mouth. "Miss Shu, the conference room is ready..." As Kaisha pushed open the door to the executive editor's office, she saw Shu Yin leaning back against a custom-made leather armchair. Her beautiful and shapely legs were casually placed on the table, and her high heels were rhythmically tapping on the table. There was a ferocious look on her pretty delicate face, which indicated a bad mood. Kaisha hurriedly lowered her head and left. At half past ten in the morning. Shu Yin appeared in the conference room on time, and then everyone started discussing on the selection of the cover person for the next issue of the magazine. The deputy executive editor, Emily, was the first to make her suggestion. "I suggest that we contact Yan Ci." Someone immediately echoed, "Yes! He is the most popular these two months." Someone retorted, "Come on. He has always been very popular! Ever since he founded the Heroine Entertainment, his popularity has not ever dropped." "We contacted him so many times before, but we never succeeded," someone objected. Emily coughed softly. "It's different now. He is bankrupt. Why not give it a try?" "Give it a try?" Shu Yin turned her pen. "Can anyone here get in contact with him now?" Everyone shut up, and silence fell. Looking at Shu Yin, who was cupping her chin with her hands, Emily didn't dare to say anything else. She was the only person present who knew the background of Shu Yin. She also knew that Shu Yin was a sharp-eyed executive editor with an iron fist under her sweet appearance. Since Shu Yin had already made her decision, it was useless for others to say anything. None of the Shu family was easy to deal with. The brainstorm was over, and Shu Yin smiled. She put down the pen and asked the assistant to play the PPT, showing the information of several available supermodels. "Choose one and inform me." It was half past five in the afternoon when Shu Yin finished her work. Tang Xi finally took time to call her. "What happened last night has made a commotion." "Well?" "Go check on the WeChat group." The WeChat group named Sorority was created by a group of good-for-nothing young people from wealthy families. The rich second generation in the upper class circle was probably divided into two types. One was heirs excellent in all aspects, like Shu Yin's elder brother in name, Shu Che. The other was ignorant young people led by Shu Yin, who only flaunted money and partied every day. Shu Yin clicked in to take a look, but it was lively! They were bidding and fighting to keep Yan Ci. She scrolled down the chat history. Her gang of friends started from Cartier royal gem to Napoleon's ring. They bid all sorts of things including Tang Bohu's authentic works and famous landscape paintings of Song Dynasty. In less than 12 hours, they had rocketed from two million to over one hundred million, and the number was still on the rise. Shu Yin turned grim at the thought of the mere tens of millions in the bank card she had given Yan Ci. She quickly typed a few words in the group, "Shouldn't you ask me the price if you want to keep Yan Ci as your toy boy?" The busy group suddenly became quiet. Shu Yin sent Yan Ci a WeChat message, "Where are you?"