184: Chapter 184 The "Personalized" Service in the VIP Room

Liu Ruyan felt like her brain's CPU was about to burn out.

Or rather, like she had been struck by some thousand-year-old hex.

As the gold-medal sales manager of Imperial View Bay, what kind of wealthy person hadn't she seen? Those pot-bellied nouveau riche and slick-haired second-generation rich were nothing more than walking commission checks in her eyes. Liu Ruyan had always "recognized money, not people," maintaining a cold, queenly persona.

But now, facing this country man before her—shirtless, with sweat trickling down the furrows of his muscles—her proud line of rational defense shattered like paper.

She actually felt an extremely shameful, even absurd, impulse—

She wanted to pounce on him.

Like a starving wildcat, burying her face into that broad, burning chest and taking a deep, greedy breath.

It wasn't just the smell of sweat.

It was like strong liquor splashed onto red-hot charcoal, mixed with freshly harvested tobacco and the fragrance of soil baked by the midday sun. This scent was incredibly overbearing, bypassing her cerebral cortex and kicking open the switch of the most primitive desires in her body.

"Manager? Manager?" the nearby real estate consultant whispered a reminder, wondering what was wrong with the boss. Didn't she usually hate the smell of sweat?

Liu Ruyan snapped back to her senses, only to discover with horror that she had unknowingly pressed herself within half a meter of Wang Fugui, her nose nearly brushing against his slightly heaving pectoral muscles.

"Ahem!"

She retreated a step in a panic, her high heels stumbling, her legs as soft as if she were stepping on cotton. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly adjusted her expression, though her once frost-cold face was now as red as a ripe peach—the kind that would burst with juice at a single pinch.

"Th-that... excuse me, sir." Liu Ruyan's voice had changed; it was no longer the sharp, businesslike tone from before, but instead carried a hint of honeyed softness and a slight tremor. "There are too many eyes in the lobby, it's indeed not very convenient... How about we go to my VIP reception room to talk? The air conditioning is strong there, and it's private."

After speaking, she subtly licked her somewhat dry red lips, her eyes like hooks, uncontrollably drifting toward Wang Fugui's deep V-line.

Wang Fugui scratched his head and looked at Chen Yun beside him. "Sister Yun, should we go?"

Chen Yun was a sharp one and saw right through Liu Ruyan's "obvious intentions." She curled her lips into a faint smile and didn't rush to agree. Instead, she turned to look at Scorpion, who had been standing stiffly behind her.

"Little Grass, let's go to the mall next door to buy a few changes of clothes. If we go into the VIP room like this, I'm afraid we'll embarrass Fugui." As Chen Yun spoke, she patted Scorpion's shoulder meaningfully. "Old Third, you stay."

Scorpion looked up sharply, a flicker of bewilderment and... a hidden joy flashing in her eyes.

"You have good skills and strong composure." Chen Yun leaned in close to Scorpion's ear, her breath like orchids, yet her voice carried a teasing tone. "Keep an eye on Fugui. Don't let him be eaten alive by the wild foxes outside. He's our family's 'treasure,' understand?"

Scorpion's cold and glamorous face instantly flushed red, but her body instinctively snapped to attention. "Yes! As long as I am here, no one will touch a hair on his head."

"Go on then."

The VIP reception room.

The decor here was extremely luxurious, the soundproofing was outrageously good, and the warm yellow lighting exuded an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

Wang Fugui sat down carelessly on the leather sofa, arms spread wide. His domineering posture was like a bandit leader who had just claimed a mountain.

Meanwhile, Scorpion stood like a black statue, bolt upright in the shadows of the sofa corner. Her hands were behind her back, and her eyes behind her sunglasses were fixed on Liu Ruyan. However, the high concentration of hormones in the room made her clench her hands behind her back until her nails nearly dug into her flesh.

Liu Ruyan double-locked the door.

She seemed to treat Scorpion in the corner entirely as air, or some kind of inanimate decoration.

She walked over carrying a glass of lemon water with ice. Instead of placing the water on the table, she naturally sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Wang Fugui.

"Big brother, have some water to cool down." Liu Ruyan's voice was so sweet it could draw threads.

As she drew closer, the extreme sense of contrast became even stronger.

Wang Fugui was a burning furnace, and Liu Ruyan was dry wood yearning to be ignited.

"Thanks." Wang Fugui took the water and downed it in one gulp. The way his Adam's apple bobbed made Liu Ruyan's throat feel parched.

"Big brother, what kind of house are you looking for?" Liu Ruyan leaned forward, pretending to reach for the floor plans on the table.

This move was a clear revelation of her true intent.

Her neckline was very low. From Wang Fugui's angle, he could see a glimpse of deep snowy white. Moreover, as she moved, her chest intentionally or unintentionally brushed against Wang Fugui's thick, iron-like arm.

The moment they touched, Liu Ruyan's whole body trembled. A tiny, bone-melting moan escaped her nose: "Mmm..."

That hard, burning sensation made her scalp tingle; she felt like she was about to melt.

In the corner, Scorpion's breathing instantly grew a bit heavier.

She watched Liu Ruyan's restless hand, an unknown fire rising within her.

That place... even I haven't touched it yet! Who do you think you are, you real estate agent?!

Scorpion gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to give this woman a shoulder throw. But the scent emanating from Wang Fugui continued to ferment in the enclosed space, making her legs go soft. Forget about hitting someone; she just wanted to kneel down and beg Wang Fugui for a hug.

"The biggest one, with a yard." Wang Fugui looked straight ahead. Mainly, he didn't understand all these subtleties and just thought this female comrade couldn't seem to stand steadily, as she kept leaning toward him. "I'm strong, and there are many people in my family, so it needs to be spacious."

"The biggest one... that would be the Building King."

Liu Ruyan simply stopped pretending.

She threw the floor plan booklet aside and, like a beautiful snake, slid into the sofa, her thigh pressing tightly against the side of Wang Fugui's muscular leg.

"That house is very big, and..." Liu Ruyan's fingers were like playing a piano, crawling up the muscle lines of Wang Fugui's arm bit by bit. "The privacy is especially good. Even if you're naked in the yard doing... whatever... no one will see."

She leaned into Wang Fugui's ear, her breath like orchids, her eyes so misty they seemed ready to drip. "Big brother, you've trained these muscles for a long time, haven't you? These lines... they're simply a work of art. Can... can I touch them?"

As she spoke, her hand with red nail polish boldly reached toward Wang Fugui's two magical pectoral muscles.

*Snap!*

A crisp sound.

It wasn't the sound of a slap, but the sound of the decorative folding fan in Scorpion's hand being snapped in two.

She couldn't take it anymore.

This woman was looking for death!

Scorpion was just about to step forward to give this reckless woman a lesson.

*Bang!!!*

The heavy solid wood door of the VIP room was kicked open from the outside.

The loud boom made Liu Ruyan's hand tremble, and she fell right into Wang Fugui's lap.

At the door, Chen Yun stood carrying many bags, her face wearing her usual gentle smile that made one's spine chill. Beside her, Lin Xiaocao was slowly retracting her slender but explosive leg.

"Oh, it seems we didn't come back at the right time?" Chen Yun glanced at Liu Ruyan, who was still in Wang Fugui's arms, and finally let her gaze fall on the ashamed and indignant Scorpion, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Old Third, I asked you to watch the house, and this is how you watch it?"