<h4>Chapter 1419: Chapter 1432</h4>


    An Ruoxi didn’t linger long; she went straight to the restroom after passing the dance floor. Crouching in a corner, her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, trying to imprint the face of an old man who looked sleazy and ferocious into her mind.


    "So ugly it’s a disservice to the people, why keep it?"


    That was An Ruoxi’s first reaction to the photo, but it was quickly suppressed by another thought.


    "Well, one of his cars is worth more than my house."


    Taking a deep breath, An Ruoxi took off her coat, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the girl in the reflection. Already used to having a in face, her lips were now painted bright red, and her longshes were covered with fake eyshes...


    An Ruoxi couldn’t bear to look at herself any longer and turned away from the mirror. This ghostly makeup—someone who didn’t know better might think she was attending a Ghost Face ball.


    She checked the miniature camera once more; it fit perfectly in her mini handbag. Everything was ready; today, she had to seed. An Ruoxi pumped herself up, exuding a dignified aura as if ready to bravely sacrifice herself.


    After wandering around, she arrived at the door of a private room. An Ruoxi walked in as if nothing was unusual. The music inside was even more deafening, and the strong smell of alcohol hit her nose, making her want to retch.


    Forcing back her nausea, she sat at the far corner, her mouth curved upwards, maintaining the standard An Family smile. Her eyes were lively, scanning each person in the room carefully, but...


    An Ruoxi frowned—where was the old man in the photo?


    Pretending to be casual, she took out her phone to check again, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone across the room getting up and heading towards her.


    Instinctively, An Ruoxi looked up. Shiny, reflective leather shoes, well-fitted long trousers, a perfectly tailored suit, and... that familiar yet strange face—it was him?!


    The memory of that night’s forcefulness was still fresh; it was her humiliation! Men, always thinking with their lower halves!


    And her poor camera...


    An Ruoxi quickly lowered her head, avoiding his cold, enchanting face, which was expressionless—no, it was three shades darker! What was he doing here? She nced at the room number on the door. Right now, she really wanted to gouge out her own eyes—3208!


    She was supposed to go to 3108!


    An Ruoxi was restless, her loose hair falling on her shoulders. She swept it forward in an attempt to hide her face, not knowing whether to get up or not. The man walked past her, without stopping, and exited the room.


    She let out a long sigh of relief; he hadn’t noticed her. A guilty conscience, she felt, but got up and walked out soon after. To her surprise, Wei Yu hadn’t left; he was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his side profile revealing no expression. Two women passed by, trying to chat him up. Upon hearing them, he lightly lifted his head, his eyes emitting an icy, clear light, as if saying ’don’t mess with me.’ The two quickly left without a word. An Ruoxi saw this; just a look from him could be so terrifying, making her heart skip a beat. Her throat moved, relieved she had been ’kindly’ let go by him yesterday. He seemed to be waiting for someone; surely he wouldn’t recognize her in this state? But he sensed her presence and looked over with eyes that carried no color.


    Holding her chest, An Ruoxi’s anxious heart pounded loudly, so she lowered her head and braced herself to walk past him. As she passed, the man blocked her path.


    "Is there... something you want, sir?"


    An Ruoxi didn’t dare look him in the eye, her gaze falling on his suit, which seemed tailored just for him, paired with a navy blue tie, bringing a unique charm. Her heart thumped again, even more nervous now...


    "How long do you n to follow me?" His tone was slightly annoyed. That night, she had ruthlessly thrown the camera at him. If he hadn’t dodged in time, it would’ve disfigured him! This brat was acting as if nothing had happened, continuing to challenge his limits by following him!


    "Huh?" An Ruoxi, startled by his question, wondered if he really thought she was a stalker?


    "Are you kidding? I’m stalking you?"


    "Aren’t you?"


    "Of course not!" For some reason, An Ruoxi felt a sudden surge of courage. She took a step forward, raising her head to stare firmly at Wei Yu, "No!"


    "Though you’re the daydream of every single woman in City A, from young girls to old singledies, sorry, I’m not interested in your kind of toxic air!"


    Toxic... air?


    Wei Yu raised his eyebrow slightly, a hint of scrutiny and anger in his eyes. This woman in front of him was challenging his bottom line once again, and now she was even calling him... a fart?!


    Seeing his disbelief, An Ruoxi copied his raised-brow challenge, ring at him defiantly, as she noticed the rumored scumbag hugging his mistress approaching.


    Instinctively, An Ruoxi moved to the side. Wei Yu’s tall figure perfectly concealed her, making her palms sweat. What to do, the opportunity was right there, but the hot potato in front of her blocked the best shooting angle.


    All her nervousness was noticed by Wei Yu, his eyebrow slightly twitching. Just a moment ago, she had acted fearless, but now she was nervous instead?


    "Since you’re not, then..." Suddenly, Wei Yu grabbed An Ruoxi’s wrist, raising it high in the air, "Why are you still taking candid photos?"


    ...Had he found out? Just how bad was her skill!


    What an egotist! Narcissist! This miniature camera had cost her a lot to rent; she couldn’t let it end up likest time.


    "Don’t tter yourself, who... who’s taking secret photos of you? I’m not!" Moments ago, she had been proud; now, all she wanted was to find a hole to crawl into. She spoke loudly, drawing the bastard’s attention. Did he hear her, President Ji? Big Boss Ji! "Can you keep your voice down?"


    Keeping her voice low, An Ruoxi brought her finger to her lips in a "shh, keep it down" gesture, inadvertently moving a step closer.


    Wei Yu froze; the woman who had acted like a chaste martyr that night was now using her body to seduce him?


    Yet his mouth was relentless, "What, you took it but don’t dare...?"


    Before he could finish, An Ruoxi tiptoed and blocked Wei Yu’s mouth...


    The man was slightly stunned.


    The scumbag walked away. An Ruoxi dazedly looked at the close-up face in front of her. What was she doing! She just wanted to stop him from speaking—how did ite to this... Her first kiss!


    Bastard!


    An Ruoxi pushed him away, her gaze flustered but pretending to be calm. Her face was burning hot, a blush spreading to her neck, "I... I... I’m leaving."


    As An Ruoxi was about to escape, Wei Yu grabbed her arm, his tone suggestive, "Was that... your first kiss?"


    An Ruoxi’s face flushed even redder, wishing she could disappear on the spot. How could this man see through her so easily?