Jiang Jiusheng got up after emptying her glass and fetching the cigarette box.

“I need a cigarette.”

She crossed the room and turned around two corners to find a place near a window. She leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and inhaled. She squinted as the smoke slowly came out of her rosy lips. The wind blew outside the window, bringing in the scent of grass.

The cigarette was too light. She dropped the ashes and inhaled hardly once again, putting the hood down to cover her head. She looked down, smoking, clamping the white shaft of the cigarette with her long, white fingers, on which the nails were brushed light red.

Not far from where she stood came a strange sound. Jiang Jiusheng looked up, the cigarette butt between her lips, and saw a couple kissing each other vigorously at the corner around the end of the hallway. She smiled, turned around, and puffed the smoke into the open air.

The cigarette was light, its scent lingering around her nose. She finished it quietly, and all the while, the couple was still kissing behind her.

She ground out the cigarette and took in a mint candy. Turning around, she saw that the couple had gone to the doorway of the sanitary. They kissed regardless of the people passing by and blocked the passage.

This was a common scene in a classy club like this, where rich boys sought their sensual pleasures.

Jiang Jiusheng approached and said, “Excuse me.”

The man heard her and stopped, loosening his hands around the slim waist of the woman and calmly wiping off the lipstick stain on his lips. He turned his head and said, “What are you doing here?”

He has a face of soft-lined elegance with a touch of womanly beauty. He was rather tall and clothed in a finely tailored suit. The corner of his mouth was raised a bit. He seems like a man who’d walked straight out of a painting, with such gentlemanly ease and style.

Jiang Jiusheng simply replied, “Celebrating.”

The man was Jiang Jiusheng’s boss, the CEO of Tianyu. He was Yuwen Chongfeng. Rich and young, he had a great family background. His grandfather was said to have been a commander who’d fought during the foundation of PRC who had been a man of integrity.

Yuwen Chongfeng had been named based on the wish that he would become like his grandfather, yet he was spoiled and had ended up being a typical playboy. He’s anything but the embodiment of integrity. Thanks to the strict and high-quality upbringing of his family, he had become the noblest playboy in H city . As he said, young people made love for fun and fell apart if they couldn’t have it. There was no need for pretense and hypocrisy.

It was no wonder many female stars wanted to crawl into his bed after he stepped into the entertainment business. Rumor had it that all the female stars of Tianyu—except Jiang Jiusheng—had slept with him. Other female stars would not dare to call him by his name as Jiang Jiusheng did. They all addressed him intimately as Feng.

In short, the subtlety between Jiang Jiusheng and Yuwen Chongfeng had led people to guess that Yuwen might be the boss behind Jiang Jiusheng. After all, Tianyu had been favoring her ever since she’d started her career. She always got the best offers.

“My friends in business will be there. Care for a drink?” Yuwen Chongfeng clearly wanted to introduce her to them.

Jiang Jiusheng waved her hand in rejection. “I’ll pass. You bought insurance for this throat of mine. Don’t you forget.”

She said it as if she never drank anything. They were always 100 percent open and straightforward with each other.

Yuwen Chongfeng glanced at the trashcan beside the window and said angrily, “Don’t smoke too much.” He folded his arms before his chest, raised his chin, and smiled viciously. “My money will all go to waste if your voice is ruined.”

Jiang Jiusheng said freely, “You’re right.”

She smiled, and her gaze landed on the woman beside Yuwen Chongfeng. She recognized her as the new star of Tianyu Entertainment. She was a nobody, but she was good-looking.

Jiang Jiusheng looked away, left them, and went into the lady’s room. Then came the sound of a striking lighter.

Yuwen Chongfeng turned around and saw a silhouette. Tender white fingers clamped a cigarette, and smoke blurred the face. He had never seen a smoking woman as sexy as her.

Yuwen Chongfeng grabbed the woman to his side by the waist and asked, “Do you smoke?”

She was shocked for a moment, then shook her head. “No.”

He said no more and left, holding her in his arm.

“Was that Jiang Jiusheng?” she asked timidly.

“Yes.” Yuwen Chongfeng brushed her hair and said, “You know her?”

His easy tone made the woman feel relieved. She said casually, “I heard she’s special, but she appears ordinary.”

Special? Perhaps she had heard the rumors about the firm. Women were born to be paranoid and envious. Unfortunately, they always have a sense of privilege. Such ego!

He stopped halfway, holding her by the waist and gently rubbing her, and said with a smile, “That ‘ordinary’ woman studied Sanda for just nine months and knocked me down.” He paused for a moment and added, “And I studied it for seven years.”

Total silence.

She looked up timidly and pulled his sleeve shyly for fear that he would be mad.

He grinned and gently rubbed her face. “I’ll have someone fetch the film script of Director Zhang to you tomorrow.” His finger slipped from her cheek to her earlobe and pinched it slightly. He lowered his voice. “Stop calling me from now on.”

The woman was shocked and in disbelief. He was always sweet and gentle when he made love with her, and he’d spoiled her—until he dumped her. He always appeared so serious, yet indifferent.

She bit her lips with tears in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” She looked innocent and vulnerable.

“No.” He loosened his hands, slowly took out a scarf from his pocket, and wiped his hands. He smiled and put the scarf into the V-collar of her dress. “I’m sick of sleeping with you.”

Bastard!

Jiang Jiusheng finished her cigarette and put on some light perfume. When she went back to her room, only Mo Bing was there, sitting at the table with a glass filled with a colorful cocktail.

Mo Bing handed the drink to her. She took a sip. Too much juice and not enough vodka.

Jiang Jiusheng pushed the glass back to Mo Bing.

“I saw the boss just now.” Mo Bing spun the glass. The ice in it was tinkling. She smiled, “He has a new girl.”

“I saw her. This one is better, with bigger breasts.” Jiang Jiusheng fetched some base liquor and shook the icy beer. She lowered her head and made her own cocktail carefully.

Mo Bing smiled and spun on her chair, then leaned back. Her sexy figure was shown openly. She said seriously, “I’m worried about his kidneys.”

Jiang Jiusheng made no comment but smiled.

He must be strong enough to change girlfriends so frequently.

Mo Bing leaned against the bar, chin on her hand, looking at Jiang Jiusheng. “I’ve worked with you for three years. I still can’t figure out what he sees in you.”

Rakish as Yuwen Chongfeng was, he only treated Jiang Jiusheng like this. He offered the best projects to her. And he never asked her to accompany him for business, much less to sleep with her.

With brandy as the base, Jiang Jiusheng added three shots of tequila and mixed it. She looked up and said, “He wants money.”

Mo Bing raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“He is a businessman. And I’m his moneymaker.” Half a bottle of vodka plus one bottle of whiskey. Jiang Jiusheng kept working attentively. “He’s not a rich man without a brain. He’s got keen eyes. The money that’s been earned by the women who’ve slept with him has to have exceeded his expenses on them.”