**Night Banquet**
In the most luxurious private club in City A, the atmosphere was thick with opulence and intrigue.
"Don't move! I'm here for your looks!" Qiao Chuchu, who had just changed into a traditional qipao, cornered a stranger in the restroom.
She hadn't gotten a clear look at his face, but she could tell he was tall, with a strikingly well-defined back.
Her gun pressed firmly against his lower back, she commanded, "Take off your clothes!"
The man seemed to chuckle softly but remained motionless.
Narrowing her eyes, Chuchu rose onto her tiptoes and reached around to his collar. His shoulders were broad, exuding strength.
As her fingers began to undo the first button of his shirt, he suddenly spun around, swiftly disarming her and pinning her arms behind her back in one fluid, ruthless motion.
In that instant, she finally saw his face clearly. It was a strikingly handsome visage, with sharp, chiseled features and deep, intense eyes that gleamed like a predator's in the night.
Chuchu couldn't help but inhale sharply. Among ten thousand men, she doubted she'd ever find one as domineering and dangerously magnetic as him.
She let out a soft chuckle, her voice laced with playful mischief. "Hey, handsome, just kidding," she purred, leaning in closer to his face with a suggestive smile. "Interested in taking me out for the night?"
Mu Beicheng tossed aside the toy gun he was holding and lowered his gaze to study the bold woman before him. Her eyes were clear and sparkling, like a tranquil lake, and her lips were delicate and rosy, untouched by any makeup. Her face was naturally pretty, exuding a charm that was both alert and alluring. Though she wasn’t a professional, her wit, cunning, and seductive aura were enough to captivate any man.
"Useless! Can’t even keep an eye on a woman!" A furious female voice echoed from outside the restroom.
"Don’t be mad, Miss Qiao. That little minx won’t get far. Even if she does, it’s fine. I slipped something into her drink earlier."
"Good job. Well done."
A cold glint flashed in Qiao Chuchu’s eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared.
The woman in front of Mu Beicheng moved even closer. He caught a faint whiff of camellia, a delicate and refreshing scent. Something inside him stirred, as if a feather had brushed against his heart. The corners of his lips, which had been slightly pursed, began to curve upward into a subtle smile.
"How much?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with intrigue.
He stared at the cheongsam that didn't belong to her.
Just as Qiao Chuchu held up two fingers, the man swiftly scooped her up in his arms.
"Maybe the little lady is hiding in the restroom. Let's check it out!"
Chuchu buried her face in the man's chest, her hands gripping his firm waist.
But the man seemed to be playing a game, his tall frame lingering just outside the door.
Chuchu clenched her teeth, looked up, and caught the wicked curve of his lips.
"She's not in the restroom. Let's head over there."
Chuchu shifted slightly, trying to wriggle free from the man's embrace.
Mu Beicheng held her firmly, his long fingers brushing over her lips. "You think you can just run off after using me? Shh, they're still around."
Chuchu's eyes darkened, a strange feeling washing over her—like escaping the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den.
Under the cover of night, she was carried out of the banquet.
"Mr. Mu," greeted two rows of bodyguards, bowing in unison beside a luxurious, imposing RV.
While trying to figure out the man's identity, Chuchu was carried into the palatial interior of the vehicle.
She was tossed onto a large bed, the mattress sinking beside her.
With a startled "Ah!" she scrambled away.
“What’s this? You weren’t this timid when you were trying to ‘seduce’ me earlier,” Mu Beicheng remarked, his deep, penetrating gaze locking onto her as he shrugged off his suit jacket.
He leaned in, his eyes tracing the alluring curves of her figure beneath the qipao. “How much of that *aphrodisiac did you drink to make you rush to the restroom looking for a ‘cure’? Was I a satisfactory ‘antidote’?” His voice was low, teasing, and laced with a dangerous edge.
Qiao Chuchu had nowhere to retreat. She could sense the perilous intent in his eyes, and a faint frown creased her brow. Suddenly, Mu Beicheng seized her chin, his grip firm, and pressed his lips to hers in a domineering kiss.
“Wait!” Chuchu blurted, her hand flying up to cover his mouth. “I’m sick!”
“What kind of sick?” he asked, his tone calm but curious.
“AIDS,” she declared, her voice steady despite the lie.
Mu Beicheng chuckled deeply, the sound both dark and amused. His cold, devilishly handsome face seemed even more menacing to Chuchu in that moment. With a deliberate motion, he began to undo the buttons of her qipao. “How old are you?” he asked casually.
Chuchu frowned slightly. “Twenty.”
“Hmm, not too young,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of approval.
Chu Chu felt her cheeks flush with heat, but he gave her no chance to retreat. "You might not be aware," he asserted, pressing down on her with an unyielding force, "I never take women out casually. Once I do, there's no turning back for them."
Breathing in his domineering aura, Chu Chu felt as if every word he spoke came from a position of supreme authority. With so many bodyguards in tow, his status was undoubtedly significant. Escaping from someone like him would require some serious cunning.
Suddenly, she blew a warm breath towards him, her voice laced with a teasing allure, "Sir, how about we spice things up a bit?" Her slender arm gracefully looped around his long neck.
Mu Beicheng narrowed his eyes, intrigued. "What do you mean by 'spice things up'?"
Chu Chu pushed him down gently. "Close your eyes first," she instructed.
Mu Beicheng complied, his eyes shutting as commanded. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
"My surname is Hu," she replied softly.
"Hu what?" he pressed.
"Hu Youni," she answered, her delicate hand slowly tracing down the line of his left side, skillfully unbuckling his belt and pulling it free.
She swiftly bound his hands with a belt, securing them tightly to the headboard.
Mu Beicheng found the situation increasingly intriguing. This girl was far more cunning and daring than he had anticipated.
Qiao Chuchu pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it into his mouth.
After completing her task, she clapped her hands together, a sly smile playing on her lips as she hopped off the bed.
"Sorry, Mr. Antidote," she said, her beautiful lips curving into a smirk. "Actually, things aren't as complicated as you think. The drink that idiot drugged... I never drank it."
"And one more thing..." She poked his forehead with her finger. "Lust is a man's greatest downfall. Desire is a double-edged sword."
She slipped into the suit he had just taken off, gave him a casual wave, and turned away without a second glance.
Mu Beicheng watched the fox-like woman leap out of the car, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
With a subtle twist of his wrists, the restraints fell away effortlessly.
Through the car window, he heard her calmly instructing the bodyguards outside, "Your boss is still resting. He doesn't want to be disturbed, so don't get in the car just yet."
With that, she walked away with an air of composure.
Mu Beicheng tapped twice on the window, and a man in black entered the car.
"Young Master Mu," the man said, handing over a tracksuit. "This was found in the restroom. Also, one of the hostesses at the banquet is missing a cheongsam."
Mu Beicheng took the tracksuit and inhaled the faint scent of camellia lingering on it.
"Hu You Ni?"
"More like 'Fooling You.'"
A sly smile curled on his lips as he suddenly discovered a business card in his pocket—Chairman of Shengshi Group, Qiao Yaohui.
"Mr. Mu, does she know Qiao Yaohui? Could she be here to test you?"
Mu Beicheng remained silent, his mind drifting back to that radiant, captivating face.
"Find her before dawn," he commanded, his voice low and resolute.
