Qin Fan's fingers slid across rows of fabric.

So what style does he like?

Sexy and enchanting?

Innocent yet seductive?

Fresh and ethereal?

Or the well-behaved and sweet type?

Qin Fan's fingertips stopped on a very form-fitting slip dress. It was a rich vermilion, which reminded her of Xie Yanli's particularly strong reaction that day in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

That day, she had worn the same dress in black.

Compared to black, vermilion was more dazzling and gorgeous, especially when paired with Qin Fan's shimmering, peach-blossom eyes that seemed to have little hooks in them.

After changing, Qin Fan deliberately applied some exquisite, light makeup. Only then did she stand before the full-length mirror, looking on with satisfaction. She pursed her red lips lightly, "That unromantic dog of a man, Xie Yanli, is really getting off easy."

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Qin Fan sat alone on the living room sofa, a square white gift box placed beside her.

Eight o'clock.

Eight-thirty.

Nine o'clock.

Time flowed by quickly. Any later, and his birthday would be over!

Qin Fan stared expressionlessly at her phone, which showed an unanswered call.

And here she was, trying to make him happy. Now she was just wasting her precious beauty sleep time.

Isn't a female star's time important!

Qin Fan thought for a moment, then called Secretary Wen. "Where is Xie Yanli? Hasn't he gotten off work yet?"

Hearing the madam's tone, Secretary Wen cautiously peeked through a gap in the screen. President Xie was holding a hand of cards, his expression indifferent.

But he didn't dare hide it from the madam. "President Xie is at the Yuge Club. Director Pei organized a gathering to celebrate President Xie's birthday."

Qin Fan understood. No wonder he hadn't replied to her message or answered her call for hours. He was out fooling around.

She sneered, "Oh."

"He's having a good time, is he?"

Secretary Wen: ...

"Not really." He couldn't tell if President Xie was happy or not; after all, President Xie wore the same expression no matter what he was doing.

Qin Fan asked coolly, "Are there women?"

Secretary Wen hesitated for two seconds, then closed his eyes and answered, "Yes."

"Send me the location!" With that, Qin Fan hung up before Secretary Wen could refuse.

Leaving Secretary Wen staring at the beeping phone, his face full of melancholy.

Qin Fan stood up from the sofa.

Without calling a driver, she grabbed a car key from the entryway cabinet and, in her high heels, headed straight for the clubhouse with graceful elegance.

The car key she had casually grabbed belonged to a newly acquired midnight blue Bugatti Veyron with a body that seemed to shimmer like gilded gold. Driving it out in the middle of the night, she looked both dominant and cool.

Following the location sent by Secretary Wen, Qin Fan arrived at the clubhouse in just twenty minutes.

She put on a hand-painted cat mask she had bought from a roadside stall on the way. The mask had golden bells attached to the cat ears, which jingled crisply as she walked.

It matched her gracefully swaying, enchanting red dress perfectly.

Tossing the car keys to the valet, Qin Fan proceeded without any obstruction.

Just based on her Bugatti Veyron, one of less than three in the world, it was clear her status was extraordinary. Who would dare to stop her?

The manager had already received a message and proactively led the way for her. "Miss, which private room are you headed to? I'll notify them."

Qin Fan gave the room number, then said to the manager, "No need to notify them. I'm here to catch a cheater."

Pfft—

Hearing Qin Fan state the number of the ultra-expensive V-V-VIP room, the manager was stunned.

He didn't dare get involved in the affairs of such important people. Fortunately, his own big boss was also inside.

Those in the private room who had been invited by Pei Feng to celebrate Xie Yanli's birthday were all top figures in their respective circles. Of course, they all had one thing in common: they were sworn brothers who had grown up with Xie Yanli.

Otherwise, Xie Yanli wouldn't have graced them with his presence.

Secretary Wen was already waiting at the door of the private room.

Qin Fan took the initiative to call out, "Secretary Wen."

Secretary Wen truly lived up to being Xie Yanli's secretary. He was startled for a moment upon seeing the mask on Qin Fan's face but quickly returned to normal. "Madam, you're here."

Hearing that Secretary Wen knew this mysterious young lady whose face was tightly covered, the manager finally left, relieved.

As soon as Qin Fan entered the private room, it wasn't filled with the smoke and strong smell of alcohol she had imagined. Instead, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, giving it a very elegant feel.

The room was large, and just as Secretary Wen had said, there were both men and women. Wearing a mask, Qin Fan's field of vision was limited.

She was just about to head in the direction Secretary Wen had pointed.

Unexpectedly, she was blocked by a figure.

"Who are you, hiding your face like that? Do you have an invitation?"

Qin Fan took a few steps back before she could clearly see that the person blocking her was Pei Yanyan, who was wearing a dress of the same color as hers.

To her surprise, it was an acquaintance.

Qin Fan suddenly curved her lips into a playful smile. "My husband doesn't like other men seeing my face. He's possessive and gets jealous easily, so... I have to hide it."

Pei Yanyan sized up the woman in the red dress before her. The thin straps outlined her delicate collarbones, and the rich red color didn't look gaudy on her at all. Instead, it made her skin look as white as snow, and her slightly pulled-up hair was as dark and languid as ink.

Even with the incongruous red and white hand-painted cat mask on her face, it couldn't hide the charm of a worldly beauty.

They were both wearing red dresses, yet this woman, without even showing her face, looked better than her. Pei Yanyan was furious, and more importantly, she believed her nonsense.

"Who is your husband?"

Just then, from the corner of her eye, Qin Fan caught sight of Xie Yanli sitting at a card table further inside.

Xie Yanli had excellent bone structure. Even in the dim light, his refined, handsome face and his dignified, cold aura made him the most conspicuous person in the room.

Beneath her mask, Qin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

She casually pointed in Xie Yanli's direction. "Over there."

As she spoke, Qin Fan lifted the hem of her skirt and walked over quickly. The crisp, lingering sound of the bells drew the attention of many people.

When Pei Yanyan saw her heading straight for Xie Yanli, her pupils dilated. "You..."

Just as Pei Yanyan was about to chase after her,

Qin Fan had already audaciously circled behind Xie Yanli.

In front of everyone in the room, she leaned down slightly, her soft, delicate arms wrapping around the man's long neck. The cool mask pressed against his aloof and indifferent side profile as she asked in a soft tone, "Are you having fun?"

"Hmm, hubby?"