Fan Shengmei realized with a sinking heart that she had severely underestimated President Li's sheer, aristocratic shamelessness.
She had assumed that, with two innocent roommates sitting just feet away in the small living room, the billionaire would at least pretend to be a civilized gentleman. She certainly hadn't expected his heavy hand to remain firmly clamped onto her ass!
In fact, his audacity had escalated.
Just moments ago in the courtyard, he had merely been kneading her buttocks through the fabric of her tight dress. But now, under the concealment of her designer coat, his hand had brazenly lifted the back hem of her pencil skirt, his long fingers sliding effortlessly past the silk of her underwear to caress her bare flesh.
Qiu Yingying and Guan Juer were sitting at opposite ends of the cheap sofa, their attention fully consumed by their complaining, so they remained completely oblivious to her humiliating predicament. But if either of them were to stand up or lean forward, they would immediately realize exactly what their landlord was doing to her!
Panicking, Fan Shengmei could only lean back as far as she physically could, pressing her body into the cushions in a desperate attempt to trap his mischievous hand.
But it was futile. The man's right hand slid smoothly down the curve of her bare buttocks, his two fingers moving with surgical, magical precision as they began to mercilessly tease her femoral nerves.
Before his transmigration, Adrian's understanding of female anatomy and foreplay had been purely theoretical. However, after a year of relentless, hands-on 'education' with his captive harem in the apocalyptic world, he could proudly declare himself an absolute master of the human nervous system.
"Sister Fan, what's wrong? Why is your face so flushed?"
After Yingying and Guan Juer made a few more sarcastic remarks about the noise, they finally noticed that Fan Shengmei hadn't spoken a word. They looked at her, slightly puzzled by her heavy breathing and brilliant red face.
"No, no! It's nothing at all. I just... I had a little too much to drink at dinner!" Fan Shengmei stammered, frantically waving her free hand to dismiss their concern.
"Let me help her get some rest," Adrian smiled smoothly, finally withdrawing his violating hand and standing up from the sofa.
"How can any of us rest when it's this incredibly noisy? That arrogant brat next door doesn't even comprehend basic civility!" Yingying whined indignantly, glaring at the vibrating wall.
"Tell you what. I will go next door and have a polite word with them," Adrian offered, adjusting his cuffs. He casually opened the front door, stepped out into the hallway, and knocked firmly on the door of unit 2203.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the facade in 2202 shattered.
"Sister Fan, you actually hooked President Li! He looks so incredibly handsome and dominant!" Yingying squealed, swooning like a teenager the second the billionaire was out of earshot.
"Yes, Sister Fan, you have finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel! I saw President Li sticking close to you the entire time. There is definitely a massive spark between you two!" Guan Juer agreed, pushing her glasses up with a deeply gossipy, envious look.
"Don't be ridiculous. We just officially met tonight; we aren't that familiar with each other yet!" Fan Shengmei laughed coquettishly, casually reaching back to smooth down her rumpled skirt.
Admittedly, the man's aggressive, public groping had terrified her and made her intensely uncomfortable. But now, hearing her two roommates praise him with such overwhelming envy, a wave of giddy vanity washed over her. Humans thrived on comparison, and knowing she had captured a billionaire that made her roommates drool was the ultimate motivation!
Leaving Fan Shengmei to her internal vanity, Adrian stood in the hallway as the heavy door to 2203 was violently yanked open.
"Who the hell are you?"
A petite girl with a sharp, tomboyish haircut stood in the doorway. She glared up at Adrian, a lollipop stuck carelessly in the corner of her mouth.
Adrian's dark eyes immediately swept over the girl. She wore a red and white striped sweater and a pair of premium, skin-tight blue jeans that perfectly outlined the shape of her legs. Given how flawlessly the denim contoured to her calves, Adrian knew the jeans were obscenely expensive.
"Who I am is entirely irrelevant. What is important is the hour. If you wish to act like animals, please take it to a nightclub. This is a residential floor," Adrian said, his tone perfectly polite but laced with icy authority.
Internally, he was ruthlessly evaluating her. The infamous vixen, Qu Xiaoxiao. She possessed a quirky, clever face, but her biological figure was an absolute tragedy. She was completely flat. She possessed absolutely no ass, let alone a chest! Furthermore, the girl was barely 1.6 meters tall—roughly the same height as the arrogant Saya Takagi from his previous world.
'But at least Saya possessed massive F-cup breasts and a heavy, perky ass,' Adrian sighed internally. 'This girl is built like a wooden plank. The disparity between apocalyptic anime physics and harsh modern reality is profoundly depressing.'
"Are you a nosy busybody or something? This is my house! I bought it, I can do whatever the hell I want in it, and it's absolutely none of your business!" Qu Xiaoxiao spat, yanking the lollipop out of her mouth and glaring at him with pure, spoiled disdain.
However, her heart gave a nervous flutter. The dark, towering man was looking at her with a chilling mixture of absolute contempt and predatory pity. In all her twenty-four years of life, no man had ever dared to look at the great Miss Qu like she was a pathetic, worthless insect!
"It is late at night, and your noise has legally reached the threshold of disturbing the peace. If you do not shut it down, I will call the police immediately. And when the uniforms arrive, I highly doubt you will maintain that arrogant tone," Adrian smiled coldly.
Although Adrian's dark, apocalyptic instincts desperately wanted to grab this arrogant brat by her hair, slam her skull against the drywall, violently rape her into submission, and then snap her neck... this was, unfortunately, a society governed by strict laws.
Besides, compared to his physical vessel—a wealthy second-generation heir who merely possessed cash—Qu Xiaoxiao was a genuine, deeply entrenched elite. Even though the Qu family wasn't the absolute pinnacle of Shanghai high society, the girl had an incredibly powerful political attack dog at her beck and call.
"Hey bro, that's not cool at all! We just moved in and were just having a little celebration. Threatening to call the cops is going way too far!"
A young man with a sharp buzz cut stepped out from the booming living room, moving to stand protectively behind Qu Xiaoxiao with a fake, arrogant smile.
This was Yao Bin. He was Qu Xiaoxiao's childhood friend and her most devoted, pathetic simp. However, in terms of sheer, terrifying status, Yao Bin vastly outranked the Qu family. This guy was the direct nephew of the provincial governor. Although he couldn't exactly commit murder in broad daylight, he could walk sideways through Shanghai without facing a single legal consequence.
In this country, officialdom reigned supreme. No matter how many billions a businessman hoarded, they were just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered by the political elite. Compared to true political pedigree, mere capital was a joke.
"Since you clearly acknowledge that you have gone too far, please turn off the music and act like civilized human beings," Adrian replied smoothly, entirely unfazed by the political heir's posturing.
"Hmph! Just you wait and see!" Qu Xiaoxiao hissed. She slammed the door violently in his face and immediately stormed over to the sound system, furiously yanking the power cord out of the wall.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! That arrogant bastard ruined my entire mood!" Qu Xiaoxiao shrieked, stomping her expensive boots against the hardwood floor. Even though she was a wealthy heiress and Yao Bin was a political princeling, they couldn't blatantly trample on noise ordinances when the police were officially threatened.
"Hey, don't be angry, Xiaoxiao. I'll use my contacts to find out exactly who that guy is. We'll figure out a way to completely ruin him and vent your anger!" Yao Bin promised, quickly moving to comfort his furious goddess.
Don't be fooled by Yao Bin's subservient, pathetic simping in front of Qu Xiaoxiao. As the true heir of a high-ranking official, the man possessed a vicious, ruthless temper. What kind of political princeling wasn't naturally arrogant and domineering? He was fully prepared to crush the man who had disrespected them.
"Oh really? Do you even know his name? Do you even know which unit he lives in?" Qu Xiaoxiao scoffed, feeling both annoyed and amused by Yao Bin's blind, confident arrogance.
"Oh... shit," Yao Bin blinked, his arrogant smile faltering. "I actually forgot to ask. What the hell is that grandson's name?"
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