"Mr. Li, you are absolutely amazing! I admire you so much!"
Back inside the cramped living room of 2202, Qiu Yingying showered Adrian with a barrage of infatuated, starry-eyed compliments.
"It was nothing at all. I was simply exercising my legal rights as a tax-paying citizen," Adrian waved his hand casually, flashing a perfectly manufactured, humble smile that suggested it was no big deal.
"But you were so incredibly dominant! How come I never thought to threaten them with the noise ordinances?" Yingying's small eyes practically sparkled with heavy worship. In her naive mind, this 'President Li' was tall, handsome, obscenely wealthy, and socially commanding. He was the literal embodiment of the perfect, legendary boyfriend.
It was just a profound pity, she thought enviously, that this perfect specimen was currently eyeing her older roommate.
Adrian maintained his polite smile, but internally, his cynical mind was violently dissecting the pathetic social dynamic of the modern dating market.
Modern women constantly shrieked about the demographic crisis—boasting that there were thirty million surplus single men in the country without wives. The women used this statistic to aggressively inflate their own sexual market value, acting as if their basic biology was worth a mountain of gold. But the brutal reality was merely a statistical illusion. That surplus of thirty million men consisted almost entirely of impoverished, uneducated laborers rotting in the underdeveloped rural provinces.
In a hyper-competitive, hyper-capitalist meat grinder like Shanghai, the ratio was inverted. Any man with a decent face and a heavy bank account was ruthlessly hunted by packs of desperate women. Take a complete parasite like Lu Ziqiao in the iPartment building; the only reason a broke loser like him could successfully deceive so many beautiful girls was because the city was overflowing with highly competitive women desperate for a spark of romance.
These days, any girl with a passable figure and a mediocre face wanted to snag a billionaire husband. But where were all these billionaires supposed to come from? Most of the men driving luxury cars were just broke imposters buried in loan debt, pretending to be golden idols.
So, when a true apex predator like Adrian appeared—tall, aristocratic, and possessing liquid generational wealth—he instantly became an absolute, untouchable commodity.
It wasn't just the calculating Fan Shengmei; even the naive Yingying was practically drooling at him.
"It seems that one really does need to be proficient in the law!" Guan Juer suddenly spoke up, pushing her heavy glasses up her nose with a look of mysterious, intellectual confidence. "Look at those spoiled brats next door. They are obviously incredibly rich, but the absolute second Mr. Li said he was going to call the police, they immediately chickened out! Shanghai really is a civilized metropolis that upholds the rule of law. Next time I encounter a bully, I will know exactly what to do!"
'You know absolutely nothing, you spectacular idiot,' Adrian sneered internally, feeling a profound, crushing wave of contempt for the bespectacled girl.
Had studying completely rotted her brain? While the law might seem fair and absolute to pathetic wage-slaves, the brutal truth was that anyone with true power and capital wiped their asses with the legal code.
The simple, underlying logic of the encounter completely eluded her. Qu Xiaoxiao and Yao Bin hadn't backed down because they respected a noise ordinance. They backed down because they needed time to run a ruthless background check on Adrian.
Adrian knew exactly how the political elite operated. Right at this very second, the spoiled Qu Xiaoxiao was undoubtedly cursing his name in 2203, while her number-one political attack dog, Yao Bin, was furiously pulling strings to uncover Adrian's financial and social backing. Once a princeling like Yao Bin determined his target's vulnerability, he would orchestrate a vicious, illegal retaliation to ruin them.
For second-generation aristocrats, the entire world was expected to bend to their whims. Qu Xiaoxiao partied until 4:00 AM every single day and slept until the afternoon; therefore, in her narcissistic mind, someone knocking on her door at 11:00 PM to complain about noise was an act of malicious aggression.
Of course, Adrian had absolutely no intention of educating Guan Juer on the harsh, violent realities of life. He couldn't care less if the stupid girl lived in a delusion.
"Mr. Li, I truly cannot thank you enough for your help tonight," Fan Shengmei interrupted, glancing up at the cheap wall clock. She offered him a cautious, coquettish smile. "But it is getting quite late. Perhaps you should head back to your penthouse and rest?"
Although Fan Shengmei was deeply infatuated with his wealth and desperately wanted to become Mrs. Li, she was playing a highly calculated game. The two had only officially met a few hours ago. As a seasoned HR professional, she knew the golden rule: Haste makes waste.
If she allowed herself to be so easily seduced into his bed on the very first night, her dream of rising to the absolute pinnacle of high society would be permanently dashed. No billionaire married a heavy whore who spread her legs the moment she saw a nice bicycle, let alone kept her as a respected mistress. She had to play hard to get.
"Are you in such a desperate hurry to get rid of me, Xiaomei?" Adrian smiled, seeing right through her pathetic, manipulative scheme. "Shouldn't a responsible landlord at least be permitted to inspect the condition of his own property?"
"That is exactly right, Sister Fan! Mr. Li just helped us out massively," Yingying agreed quickly, eager to please the billionaire. "Mr. Li, would you like to come and inspect my bedroom? I assure you I have never damaged the drywall, and I have always treated your property as if it were my own home!"
Yingying proudly opened her bedroom door, gesturing inside.
'Okay. Even though I have absolutely zero interest in this flat-chested creature, I must admit she is the perfect, useful idiot,' Adrian smirked internally.
"Mr. Li, this is highly inappropriate..." Fan Shengmei panicked, glaring at her idiotic roommate. Did Yingying think this was a college dorm inspection? Putting aside the highly suggestive implications of a girl throwing her bedroom door wide open for a man at midnight, a woman's room was littered with intimate underwear and secrets that were absolutely not meant for a landlord's eyes!
"If I recall the floor plans correctly, this specific area was originally drafted as a dining room, wasn't it?"
Ignoring Yingying entirely, Adrian bypassed the living area and walked directly toward the cheap glass sliding door situated near the kitchenette. He turned to look at Fan Shengmei, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Is this where you sleep, Xiaomei?"
Feeling completely trapped in a suffocating, humiliating situation, Fan Shengmei had no choice but to slowly slide the frosted glass door open.
Unit 2202 was a small, cramped apartment to begin with. The converted dining room was barely eight square meters. Apart from a cheap mattress crammed into the corner and a tiny wardrobe, there was absolutely zero open floor space. It was a claustrophobic, pathetic cage.
Fan Shengmei stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, mortified, unsure of what to do with her hands.
When she was out at networking events or high-end restaurants, she wore designer clothes and projected the absolute facade of a wealthy, untouchable high-society lady. She desperately hid the fact that she lived like a rat in a cramped, converted closet.
But the man standing in front of her was her actual landlord. He held her lease. He knew her exact financial misery down to the decimal point. Even if she wanted to lie and maintain her aristocratic facade, she was entirely stripped bare before him.
"The sub-contractor's renovation in this specific room is incredibly shoddy," Adrian noted critically, his tall frame stepping into the claustrophobic space, completely dominating the tiny room. He raised a hand and pointed toward the far, shadowed corner near the baseboards. "Look at the structural pattern on the drywall right there. It is completely compromised."
"What? Where?" Fan Shengmei frowned, her anxiety overriding her caution. She turned her back to him and leaned over the edge of her mattress to inspect the dark corner he was pointing at.
The instant she bent over, pushing her heavy, luscious ass into the air, Adrian struck.
He stepped in flush against her back. His large hand clamped ruthlessly over her mouth, muffling her voice, while his other hand gripped her heavy hips like a vice. He drove his lower body forward, grinding his massive, rigidly hard erection violently into the deep cleft of her plush buttocks through the thin fabric of her red dress.
"Mmph—!"
Fan Shengmei's eyes went wide with sheer shock, a muffled, startled gasp escaping her throat as the overwhelming, heavy heat of his arousal branded itself against her ass.
"Sister Fan! What's wrong?!" Yingying called out immediately from the living room, having heard the sudden, muffled yelp.
Fan Shengmei's heart hammered against her ribs. She was entirely pinned against her own bed by the billionaire's crushing weight, his hard cock pressing relentlessly into her flesh.
"N-Nothing!" Fan Shengmei choked out, desperately forcing her voice to sound steady as she lied through her teeth. "Mr. Li asked me to look at the drywall patterns. I... I accidentally bumped my head!"
"The drywall patterns?" Yingying asked, her voice laced with idiotic confusion. "Why are you two looking at the wall patterns in the middle of the night?"
Adrian smirked, his thumb tracing the curve of Fan Shengmei's trembling jaw as he ground his hips slowly against her.
"Do you need any help in there, Sister Fan? Mr. Li?" Yingying called out, her footsteps approaching the glass door.
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