Dashing Student

The journalists looked at each other, their expressions gradually turning from initial shock to bitterness.

The veteran reporter Lao Zhao took off his glasses and mechanically wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt—a small habit he had when faced with tricky problems.

The lenses were hot from his rubbing, yet they couldn't clear the awkward situation in front of him.

"This is really tough now..." The young female reporter Xiao Lin bit on her pen cap, having scribbled only a few lines in her notebook before stopping.

As an official reporter for the provincial television station, she knew too well that such unsubstantiated accusations could never pass the scrutiny.

Even if it were to be reported, it would have to be thoroughly verified through a complex approval process.

The cameraman Lao Wang silently turned off the camera, the heavy machine sliding off his shoulder.

The lens can capture the truth, but some truths are destined to be kept from the public!

"Everybody," Lao Zhao finally put his glasses back on, his eyes tired behind the lenses, "we have to follow procedure on this. Without physical evidence, based solely on one person's word..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood the subtext—sensitive news involving commercial defamation, who would dare to report it without solid evidence?

Chen Nan watched the journalists' reactions coldly, letting out a light snort from his nose.

He turned to the woman with a face full of red blotches, his gaze suddenly sharp.

The woman shivered under his stare, instinctively shrinking towards the corner of the wall, her fingers unconsciously scratching at the swollen skin of her face.

"Now you're scared?" Chen Nan stepped forward slowly, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the display cabinet next to the woman with a "snap," startling her.

"You weren't acting so tough when you were smashing things earlier, were you?"

Inside the glass counter, shattered bottles of essence were still slowly leaking liquid. The expensive restorative essence was wasted on the floor, emitting a faint herbal fragrance.

The woman's lips trembled, tears and pus creating deep gullies on her face: "I...I'll pay for it...I'll pay for it right now..."

Chen Nan suddenly bent down, lowered his voice in her ear, and said, "You'd better pay up promptly."

"Otherwise... I'll call the police right now and have you arrested!"

"Given the value of the items you broke, it should earn you a few years in prison, shouldn't it?"

The woman's face turned deathly pale at his words. She hurriedly fished out a wad of cash from her branded bag, stuffing it into Bai Zhi's hands without even counting: "Is it enough? If it's not, I have more in my bank card..."

Bai Zhi looked at the crumpled cash in her hand, then at the woman's festering face, sighed deeply, and finally took the money.

Chen Nan looked at the woman coldly: "Go back and tell the owner of Yiren Square that I've noted this grudge, and we'll see who gets the last laugh!"

The woman stumbled out of the New Face store, not even caring about the pain when her high heel twisted on the steps.

She hailed a taxi, her voice still trembling as she gave the address of the Yiren Square main store.

In the top-floor office of Yiren Square, Li Yanhong was touching up her lipstick in front of a makeup mirror.

The scarlet stick glided over her lips like a fresh wound.

Hearing the door crashing open, she frowned and turned to see the disheveled Zhang Xiaoman. The lipstick in her hand snapped against the mirror.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Li, I...I failed..." Zhang Xiaoman looked at Li Yanhong in terror, then recounted the events.

"Useless!" Li Yanhong stood up abruptly, her leather swivel chair bumping against the floor-to-ceiling window, making the entire glass pane tremble.

She grabbed the gilded paperweight on the table and threw it at Zhang Xiaoman, who dared not dodge, causing blood to spill from her forehead.

"Ms...Ms. Li..." Zhang Xiaoman collapsed to the floor, pus and cold sweat dripping down: "That man...also said to..."

"Said to what?" Li Yanhong approached on ten-centimeter stilettos, her shoe tip crushing Zhang Xiaoman's fingers: "Speak!"

Zhang Xiaoman convulsed in pain but didn't dare retract her hand: "He said... that you'd better watch out..."

The office suddenly fell silent.

Li Yanhong released her foot and started laughing, her false eyelashes trembling with the laughter.

She turned to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of Lafite, the crystal glass refracting dangerous light in the sunlight.

"A little brat dares to challenge me? What qualifications does he have to challenge me?" She sipped the wine, the scarlet liquid staining her teeth, making her look somewhat hideous.

Meanwhile.

New Face

On the second floor, Chen Nan was toying with his phone, reading a recently received text: [Li Yanhong, 43 years old, has an improper relationship with Deputy Director of the Commerce Bureau, Wang Zhenhua, and owns three shell companies suspected of money laundering...]

"Chen Nan, thank you so much, if you hadn't shown up in time, I would have been in big trouble today!" Bai Zhi, full of gratitude, sat sideways on Chen Nan's lap, her beautiful eyes filled with appreciation.

Chen Nan chuckled lightly, his fingers playing with Bai Zhi's hair that hung over her shoulder: "Little Aunt, a mere verbal thank you isn't enough..."

He meaningfully pinched her slender waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin chiffon blouse, transmitting a burning sensation.

Bai Zhi's ears instantly turned crimson. She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes quivering as she shifted on his lap.

She could clearly feel the awakening heat beneath her.

Before she could react, Chen Nan kissed her seductive and alluring lips.

Bai Zhi was instantly melted by Chen Nan's passion, weakly collapsing in his arms, her face in ecstasy as she responded to his kiss.

His lips were hotter than she imagined, and his nimble tongue pried open her teeth, swallowing her unfinished words.

That restless hand had already slipped beneath her blouse, the calloused fingertips stroking her waist, causing trembles.

"Wait...wait..." She frantically pressed his hand that was unbuttoning her blouse in the gaps of their breaths, "There are people downstairs..."

"I locked the door." Chen Nan chuckled as he took her delicate earlobe between his lips, pressing her onto the sofa.

The cool touch of the leather surface made Bai Zhi moan, but in the next second, she was enveloped by his burning chest.

Loose strands of hair spread over the dark leather like flowing silk.

"Bad boy, can't you wait even for a moment?" Bai Zhi looked at Chen Nan with a face flushed like a peach, her beautiful eyes filled with intense love.

"Not even a second, I want to enter your body right now!" Chen Nan stared at the woman in front of him with fiery eyes, impatiently removing his robe, revealing his muscular and charming figure.

Seeing the huge dragon root in front of Chen Nan, Bai Zhi's face turned crimson, and a strange heat rose in her heart. She immediately grasped it in her hand, looking at Chen Nan with blurred eyes: "Didn't you want a reward? Let Little Aunt start with her mouth."

With that, she opened her sexy cherry lips and took Chen Nan's dragon head into her mouth, sucking with an expression of full indulgence...