A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Shenzhen is a big city, and even more so, a city that never sleeps.

Whether you're a long-time resident of Shenzhen or a newcomer, you've long been accustomed to the city's vibrant nightlife.

But when it comes to drinking for fun, Paramount is still the most popular drink among the younger generation.

Since the incident with Long Tai, Liu Lei's loyalty has been unanimously recognized by Ding Hanhan, Gu Feng, and the advisor, making his position in the gang more and more secure.

His wife, Ye Lifen, was also shrewd. She knew about the ambiguous relationship between manager Qi Bingqing and Gu Feng. In addition, Ding Hanhan was aware of the situation but turned a blind eye. So she went with the flow and handed over the entire Paramount to Qi Bingqing to manage.

To put it bluntly, it's about doing Gu Feng a favor.

After Qi Bingqing took over, she completely renovated Paramount.

The two floors were completely connected, with the first floor turned into a stage for singing and surrounding it with tables for casual seating.

The second floor is a ring of suspended private boxes with floor-to-ceiling glass walls. You can look down at the stage by opening the curtains, or do whatever you want inside by closing the curtains.

The third floor consists of individual private rooms, which are luxurious, comfortable, and soundproof.

The VIP area is located on the fourth floor and above.

Paramount's business was already good, and Qi Bingqing picked out the waitresses like a beauty pageant, selecting only pretty girls and even hiring someone to train them!

Once they put on their uniforms, greet customers with smiles, and provide attentive service, they can subtly add some other tricks to their routines, and their business will naturally boom, with every show packed to capacity.

No matter how lively it was downstairs, one private room was always reserved in the VIP area on the fourth floor.

This private room has no name, but it is the most luxurious and sophisticated room in the entire Paramount.

But since the renovation was completed, it has never received any guests.

It's not that customers dislike it, nor that no one can afford it; it's just that it's not open to the public at all.

Everyone was puzzled: this room was not open to the public, and apart from routine cleaning, General Manager Qi Bingqing did not allow anyone to enter or leave.

Even when the real owner, Ye Lifen, brought her husband, they were never received here.

Nobody knows who this room was reserved for.

But some people clearly remember that during the renovation, Qi Bingqing stayed here almost every day, personally handling everything from design and material selection to decoration.

Everyone is wondering when the light will finally come on.

Tonight, the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full—a perfect night for a beautiful night. Finally, the lights in that royal-style private room are on.

"Hey, why is the light in that private room on?" Miss A asked Miss B in the backstage dressing room.

"It's lit up? Is it really lit up? Is it really lit up?" Miss B craned her neck and asked repeatedly.

"Damn it, can you please not echo your voice?" Miss A rolled her eyes at her.

"I'll bring it, I'll bring it, so what? So what?" Miss B got excited.

"Fine, fine, say whatever you want. I'm ignoring you, you little cow who's had your period four times in a month, okay?" Miss A's words were uniquely sarcastic.

No matter what Ms. B said, Ms. A stopped responding.

Finally, B, realizing he was being frivolous, softened his tone: "Alright, alright, I won't argue with you anymore. Do you even know what kind of guests are in that private room?"

"If I knew, would I need to ask you?" Miss A snorted.

This world is strange; the young lady clearly doesn't have that thing, yet she insists on calling herself "I, Laozi."

"Hey, do you know what?" Miss B turned to ask Miss C, who had just returned drunk and was catching her breath.

"Know what?" Miss C looked bewildered, then chuckled. "Oh, you mean your period? Everyone knows that, right? You walked in today and immediately took a plane with a heifer—the cow went to heaven! Only someone with rhinitis wouldn't be able to smell it!"

"Get lost! Who told you that!" Miss B scolded playfully, then quickly asked, "I mean, do you know what the guests in that private room that never has its lights on look like?"

"What, you want to see something new? Come on, I'll take you!" Miss C was drunk and grabbed B, ready to leave.

"Come on, it's just asking you to have a drink, not anything else, what are you afraid of!" Miss C said nonchalantly.

"Hey, you two, neither of you are allowed to go!" Mommy suddenly appeared at that moment.

"If they can't go, then I can go, right?" Miss A's eyes lit up, feeling that her opportunity had come.

"They can't go, and you definitely can't go. Not just you, nobody can go. The general manager already gave the order—anyone who gets close to that private room will be fired; anyone who asks about that private room will be fired; anyone who talks about it behind your back will also be fired..." The mother couldn't catch her breath and choked there.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at her.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Mommy tossed her hair and spun around, showing off her barrel waist and gas cylinder-like figure to the fullest.

The young ladies nearly vomited and quickly turned their faces away.

Miss C muttered, "Can't I even take a peek? That private room isn't adorned with gold or diamonds, will it hurt me to take a look?"

"Look, I'm not charging you, but look at that private room! No way!" The madam's face hardened, then she switched to a pleading expression. "Ladies, please, have some mercy! Can't you stop being so curious? Your curiosity might not kill the cat, but it could really get me fired!"

Qi Bingqing had made it clear that if the private room was disturbed, she would be the first one to leave.

Qi Bingqing was organizing documents in her office when she received the call.

Since Paramount reopened, she went from being an employee to a shareholder, holding 40% of the shares, effectively becoming a boss.

She stopped attending those social drinking sessions a long time ago.

It wasn't that she felt she was of a higher status and disdained to put on a smiling face; there was only one reason—Gu Feng didn't like it.

The relationship between Ding Hanhan and Gu Feng was no secret to many people in the Yihe Gang and even outside the gang.

But Qi Bingqing knew that although she and Gu Feng had been together, this relationship could only be kept secret forever.

She also understood that she was incomparable to Ding Hanhan.

Therefore, I never dared to ask anything of Gu Feng.

On the contrary, Gu Feng, by some twist of fate, gave her quite a lot.

Ultimately, my brother Baldy's current status, my own identity, and my shares are all thanks to him.

Qi Bingqing is not a vain person.

Of course, having a house, a car, and a career is always better than struggling to make ends meet at the bottom of society.

If she really had a choice, she would rather have nothing at all and just find a man who belongs only to her.

But this assumption doesn't hold true. After spending so many years in the entertainment industry, she's no longer the innocent young girl she was when she first graduated.

Some things, once you let go of them.

Behind every successful man, there are always a few women who remain unknown.

She didn't want to be one of them, but since she was stuck with it, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

After parting ways in Huicheng, Gu Feng never looked for her again.

But she knew that her story with him wasn't over yet.

So she neither took the initiative, nor gave up, nor complained; she just waited quietly.

She just didn't expect that this wait would last so long.

So when Gu Feng called, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she was so happy that she could hardly speak.

Even after hanging up the phone, her heart was still pounding. She then quickly instructed her most trusted assistant to thoroughly clean the private room reserved for Gu Feng.

She herself took the time to take a shower and change her clothes.

When Paramount was being renovated, Qi Bingqing had anticipated this day. That's why she specially prepared this private room, just to give this nemesis a warm, comfortable, and undisturbed place.

Gu Feng arrived downstairs and was taking the elevator up. Qi Bingqing hurriedly instructed all departments to keep their subordinates in line and prevent anyone from approaching the private room.

Besides considering Gu Feng's identity, they also didn't want their plans to be ruined.

She had finally managed to steal this opportunity, and she didn't want it to fall through.

As the elevator jumped up floor by floor, Qi Bingqing's heart tightened with each step.

When the elevator doors opened and the person she had been longing for walked out with a smile, she felt her legs go weak and she almost couldn't stand up.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Gu Feng saw Qi Bingqing.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her delicate face appear even more mature and sexy.

Wearing a pure white, tight-fitting suit, she looked fashionable and neat. Her long legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, making it hard to look away. A pair of red high heels on her feet added a touch of sexiness.

Gu Feng's heart warmed at the sight, and he smiled, "Sister-in-law, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Qi Bingqing blushed at those words.

That rascal, he started flirting with her the moment they met.

I remember the first time, he kept calling her "sister-in-law" this and "sister-in-law" that. Later, it became a nickname, and he couldn't change it in front of others or in private.

Qi Bingqing gave him a reproachful look, her charm tinged with a hint of resentment: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Feng. Your sister-in-law isn't going to die."

"Hehe." Gu Feng chuckled and followed her inside.

Upon entering the private room, the orange lighting wasn't very bright; it was a bit dim at first. But once my eyes adjusted, I realized the atmosphere was ambiguous and romantic.

Soft music played.

Before Gu Feng could even sit properly, he pulled Qi Bingqing into his arms.

Tonight, he was really exhausted by the two little devils in his house.

"What do you want to do?" Qi Bingqing exclaimed, feigning surprise.

She was already tall, and with high heels, she wasn't much shorter than Gu Feng.

As she spoke, her breath brushed against his face like a feather, making his heart flutter.

Seeing her shy and hesitant demeanor, Gu Feng wanted to pull her into his arms even more. He lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss on her soft lips.

Caught off guard, Qi Bingqing made two "woo-woo" sounds before pushing him away. Her face was flushed, she was panting, and her eyes showed a hint of grievance.

"Young Master Feng, you rarely come to see your sister-in-law, just to bully me?"

"Does your sister-in-law not want me to bully her?"

"No... it's just that you shouldn't be in such a hurry, can't you take it slow?"

Qi Bingqing looked up at him, her eyes as gentle as water, her long eyelashes fluttering like tiny brushes, making Gu Feng's heart itch even more.

"Uh." Gu Feng swallowed hard, suppressing his anger.

"How about we have some drinks and dance? You're not going to leave right after you arrive, are you?" Qi Bingqing gently hugged him and swayed softly to the music.

Gu Feng shook his head, thinking about the training he had in the early hours of the morning: "I can't drink, and I can't dance. I have to leave by 3 a.m. at the latest."

"There are still several hours to go." Qi Bingqing was a little disappointed, but then she thought about it again and felt that these few hours were even more precious.

Seeing her insistence, Gu Feng had no choice but to go along with it, swaying her gently with his arms around her.

But he was an ancient person, how could he know how to dance modern dance? He could only hold her and sway her gently.

Through the thin fabric and smelling that faint fragrance, Gu Feng felt as if his whole body was on fire.

"You big pervert." Qi Bingqing noticed his change and couldn't help but curse.

How could Gu Feng possibly hold back after hearing that coquettish remark?

He bent down and picked the person up horizontally.

A corner of the bed was vaguely visible from the back of the private room.

Gu Feng strode in and placed the person on the soft bed.

The bed creaked and groaned.

It started slowly, then got faster and faster, until it was like a torrential downpour hitting a lotus leaf, both urgent and chaotic, yet somehow exhilarating.

The rain and clouds subsided, and the sounds inside gradually quieted down.

The music that had been drowned out drifted back into my ears.

"Sister-in-law, you're amazing." Gu Feng leaned over her, his nose filled with her fragrance.

"Young Master Feng, you're not human," Qi Bingqing cursed weakly.

Gu Feng chuckled, not annoyed at all.

Qi Bingqing rolled her eyes at him again, exuding a captivating charm.

"Young Master Feng."

"Um?"

"You're really not like a young master. What kind of young master is like you, pulling on someone's skirt the moment you walk in, not caring about romance at all, and making yourself all sweaty like a migrant worker." Qi Bingqing said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I was never a young master to begin with," Gu Feng said self-deprecatingly.

Qi Bingqing had originally intended to amuse him, but seeing his brows furrow even more, she leaned closer, pressed her face against his, and said softly, "Young Master Feng, no matter who you are, to me, you are the young master. Now that you're here, you can do whatever you want with your sister-in-law, as long as you're happy."

Gu Feng turned to look at her, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Seeing that his complexion had improved, Qi Bingqing smiled and said, "Alright, my dear young master, look at all that sweat on you, let your sister-in-law help you wash up."

Gu Feng looked down at himself and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I was too hasty tonight; I didn't even take my clothes off properly.

But can we blame him? If anyone is to blame, it's the two people in his family.