C10 A Lasting Impression!

With words of disdain on his lips, Yan Feibai moved with remarkable agility, swiftly taking down the bodyguards blocking his path. Seizing an opportunity, he grabbed Qin Manrong's hand and dashed outside.

Catching a glimpse of Qin Manrong being whisked away by Yan Feibai, Gu Jingming suppressed the sudden surge of anger within him, directing all his fury at the middle-aged man before him: "How dare you insult my wife, the Young Madam of the Gu family. I hope you can handle the consequences!"

Yes, his anger was solely due to the insult to his family's honor, nothing else!

Bodyguards from both the Gu and Qin families rushed over, and the middle-aged man's pained screams echoed for a long time.

Since Qin's Technology was hosting a press conference here today, Qin Manrong had reserved a suite at this hotel in anticipation of any special circumstances.

Once inside her room with Yan Feibai, Qin Manrong finally relaxed, collapsing onto the couch, gasping for air, not wanting to move an inch.

In contrast, Yan Feibai appeared unfazed, his white shirt only slightly wrinkled, the front dampened by some unknown liquid during the scuffle, clinging to his chest and outlining his firm muscles. Despite everything, his breathing remained steady as he leaned against the door, a teasing smile playing on his lips: "Miss Qin, are you trying to send me a message?"

His voice was slightly husky, his gaze deeper.

Following his eyes, Qin Manrong noticed her torn dress hem somehow bunched to one side, revealing her long, fair leg. She was instantly mortified and angry, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at Yan Feibai: "You pervert, what are you looking at?"

Yan Feibai tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the pillow, his eyebrows arching high.

"Trust me, if I really wanted to indulge in something, just looking wouldn't satisfy me."

A long, slender finger traced suggestively over those perfectly shaped pink lips, and Manrong felt her face heat up instantly.

Feibai chuckled softly and picked up the phone to call the front desk, asking them to send up two sets of clothes, one for a man and one for a woman.

When the person on the other end asked for sizes, Manrong was about to say "one size fits all," but to her surprise, Feibai rattled off three numbers without hesitation—her exact measurements!

Her face turned crimson, and she couldn't hold back her outburst any longer. "Feibai, how do you know...?"

"My dear, did you forget that you spent quite a while leaning against me at the party earlier? I must say, your figure left quite an impression."

Manrong groaned, covering her forehead and her flushed cheeks with her hand.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling fabric caught her attention. She opened her eyes in surprise and was stunned!

Long, pale fingers were unbuttoning a shirt, revealing a well-defined chest, a set of eight-pack abs, and a perfectly sculpted V-line leading down to...

"Feibai, what are you doing?"

He replied with a mischievous smile, "Can't you tell? I'm undressing."

His captivating eyes glanced over, paired with a face that seemed almost otherworldly in its beauty, creating an allure that was truly breathtaking.