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Jiang Tiansheng nodded in satisfaction, then walked aside with Boss B to continue discussing in hushed tones the specific details of how to deal with Liang Kun.

Fang Ting smiled sweetly and naturally took Lin Yaodong's arm, a scent of expensive perfume wafting over.

"Let's go then, Dong. You'd better give me some advice today~" Her voice was sweet and affectionate, with a hint of intimacy.

Lin Yaodong's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered and let Fang Ting pull him into a luxurious high-end fashion store next door.

He knew that accompanying this seemingly innocent and naive sister-in-law shopping would probably require more caution than facing any trouble in the underworld.

Inside the fashion store.

The floor was gleaming, the lighting was soft, and the air was filled with the distinctive scent of luxury goods.

Fang Ting seemed to have entered her kingdom, browsing the gorgeous clothes on the rack with great interest.

She picked up a brightly colored floral maxi dress, held it close to her body, twirled in front of the fitting room mirror, then turned back to Lin Yaodong, who was holding her bag, her eyes sparkling: "Adong, do you think this looks good on you?"

Lin Yaodong stood not far away, smiling broadly: "Sister-in-law looks good in anything."

He secretly added to himself: He looks better without it.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ting seemed somewhat dissatisfied. She pouted her luscious red lips and casually tossed the floral dress back onto the hanger.

"Hmph, you're just like my husband, always just going through the motions, you have no sincerity at all..."

Her words carried a hint of coquettishness, but her eyes, like hooks, glanced lightly at Lin Yaodong.

As she spoke, she turned lightly and walked towards the more daring and sexy fashion section on the other side of the store.

The clothing designs there are noticeably sexier, with lace, leather, and cutout elements everywhere.

Fang Ting's gaze swept over several pieces of clothing, finally settling on a black leather mini dress.

The dress is a tight-fitting design with shiny leather, a low neckline, and an incredibly short hem that barely covers the top of the thigh.

A sly and challenging glint flashed in her eyes as she reached out and took off the leather skirt.

"This one seems pretty good," she said to herself, then picked up the dress, waved it at Lin Yaodong, and gave him a meaningful smile. "I'll try this one on."

Before Lin Yaodong could respond, she grabbed the striking black leather skirt, strode into the fitting room, and closed the door.

Lin Yaodong stood still, holding Fang Ting's expensive handbag in his hand. His smile remained unchanged, but his eyes calmed down slightly.

This woman was clearly no pushover; every move she made seemed to be a test and a flirtation.

The store was quiet, with only soft background music.

A few minutes later, Fang Ting's slightly flustered and coquettish shouts suddenly came from the fitting room. The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly enough to the outside of the door:

"Ah Dong! Ah Dong! Come quick!"

Lin Yaodong's brow twitched slightly. He didn't immediately step forward, but instead took a step closer and politely asked through the door, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

In the fitting room, Fang Ting's voice carried a hint of grievance and anxiety: "This zipper... is stuck! It's stuck in my hair, it hurts so much! I can't reach it, I've been trying for ages but I can't get it right... Can you come in and help me?"

Through the floor, you can vaguely see a slender figure reflected on the frosted glass behind the fitting room door.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, an invitation mingling with danger.

It's certain that this vixen is seducing me... Lin Yaodong stood outside the fitting room, his smile unchanged, but a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Lin Yaodong thought to himself that it was a pity.

The timing isn't right...

at least...

Now...

It's not the right time...

"Sister-in-law, please bear with it a little longer..." Lin Yaodong didn't open the door and go in, but instead called over a female shop assistant.

He stepped aside to avoid any gossip.

He had always felt that Jiang Tiansheng was being a bit too generous to Fang Ting.

Just like last time at Jiang Tiansheng's villa, it seemed he was deliberately letting his "subordinates" admire his woman.

A moment later, Fang Ting came out pouting.

She was very unhappy.

Although Jiang Tiansheng sent her to test Lin Yaodong, Lin Yaodong remained unmoved despite her invitation!

Although Lin Yaodong was just being tactless, Fang Ting really liked him.

Ignoring everything else, she still stepped forward and took Lin Yaodong's arm, like an angry little girl.

Jiang Tiansheng only asked Fang Ting to test Lin Yaodong; he didn't expect that Fang Ting had actually fallen in love with Lin Yaodong.

If anyone's to blame, it's him—he's not as handsome as Lin Yaodong, and he's not good enough in other areas either.

.....

Sunlight slanted into an office in Kowloon that exuded a cheap, artificial atmosphere.

With a cigar dangling from his lips, Liang Kun propped his feet up on the large counter, listening to his subordinates report on the events of the past few days.

When he heard that the low-budget action film "Wolf Fang," produced by Lin Yaodong's film company, was enjoying continued box office success and even had the potential to become the dark horse of the month, the muscles on his face, which was somewhat swollen from long-term indulgence in sex, twitched involuntarily.

"Damn it... Ah Dong is really talented. It's a shame he's not making 'sexy films' with me!" He muttered under his breath and waved his men out.

Only he and his trusted confidant, Sha Qiang, remained in the office.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Liang Kun's eyes were sinister.

His own small film company produced several "pornographic" films that received lukewarm responses, earning only meager earnings that couldn't compare to the fame and profits brought by "Wolf Warrior".

The thought that Boss B had such a capable subordinate, and that Boss B himself was about to be brought down by the trap he had set, filled Liang Kun with mixed feelings—a mixture of pride and jealousy.

He took a deep drag on his cigar, and a thought suddenly popped into his head: What if... what if he could poach Lin Yaodong and have him help him make "erotic films"?

If this kid used the same mindset and methods he had for making "Wolf Fang" to run his own "sexy" business, wouldn't he turn lead into gold?

At that time, he would no longer be the "Sexy King" of this small corner of Kowloon, but the "King of Sexy Films" of the entire Hong Kong Island!

Could I finally step into the public eye and sit at the same table with those big directors?

This idea excited him.

Although Lin Yaodong is still a member of Boss B's group, things can change with human effort.

He dares to mess with even the big boss B, so what's a little poaching of his talent?

He didn't believe Lin Yaodong wouldn't be tempted if he had enough chips.

After all, in this era where people laugh at poverty but not prostitution, how much is loyalty worth?

"Silly Qiang," Liang Kun put his feet down and sat up straight, "Go, call Lin Yaodong in Causeway Bay and tell him that my brother Kun invited him over for a cup of tea to discuss collaborating on a movie."

Sha Qiang paused for a moment, then said, "Brother Kun, looking for him? He's with Boss B..."

"Just go! Stop asking so many questions!" Handsome Kun glared at him impatiently. "Remember, be polite!"