Several former university classmates were present at the gathering. Caught up in nostalgia, they began recounting the legendary deeds of how Chu Luyao had pursued Zhou Du back in the day—her determination unwavering as thunder, persisting through wind and rain.
The more Zhou Du listened, the more ironic it felt.
Just as they were reaching the climax of their storytelling, he stood up. "I have something to do. I'm leaving first."
Chu Luyao hurriedly rose to follow him, but people immediately stepped forward to block her path.
"Attorney Chu, you are the star of this celebration banquet today. You can't leave!"
"Exactly! We know you two are a loving couple, but it's just for tonight. You'll have plenty of time to stick together like glue when you get home!"
Zhou Du didn't even look back. "I'll drive myself back. You stay."
Zhou Du took large strides out of the room. Chu Luyao chased after him for a few steps but was quickly intercepted and pulled back by the people from the law firm.
However, just as Zhou Du exited the clubhouse, he realized there were two mobile phones in his pocket. Someone at the party likely used the same model as him, and he had accidentally picked it up.
He was just about to turn back to return it when he saw a fiery red Ferrari pull up at the clubhouse entrance under the night sky.
Zhou Du glanced at the license plate, his lips pressing into a tight, bloodless line.
He recognized this car. It was a gift Chu Luyao had given to Song Yuhuan a year ago.
Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, he saw Song Yuhuan step out. He was wearing the casual white shirt and black trousers that Chu Luyao had always liked. His hair had been specially trimmed. Standing there, he looked exactly like Song Yuheng during his university days.
Song Yuhuan walked quickly to the clubhouse entrance. A smile instantly hooked up the corners of his lips as he suddenly stopped and opened his arms wide.
And Chu Luyao, who was supposed to be inside the private room, came sprinting out with a face full of radiant smiles, flying straight into his embrace.
Song Yuhuan lowered his head and kissed Chu Luyao on the lips. Wearing a bad-boy grin, he deliberately dragged out his tone.
"I've been waiting for you, Jiejie. It's so late; I almost thought you forgot about me."
Chu Luyao reached out, twisting his shirt tie around her finger to pull him closer. Under the streetlights, her face was bright and enchanting—an expression Zhou Du hadn't seen directed at him in a long time.
"I came out specifically to welcome you at the door, and you're still not satisfied?"
As she spoke, the two embraced and kissed again before walking inside, arm in arm.
Zhou Du narrowed his eyes. With most of his face hidden in the shadows of the night, he followed them.
Just as he reached the door of the private room, bursts of raucous laughter spilled out through the crack of the door, which hadn't been closed tightly.
"Yuhuan, you brat, you're finally here! We couldn't play some of the games without you. President Zhou is just too old-fashioned."
"Attorney Chu lost the last round and was just about to accept the punishment. I say, let's stick to the old rules—a ten-minute French kiss in front of everyone first!"
"That's boring, we're tired of that. Let's play something bigger! How about you demonstrate, right in front of everyone, what position you two used last time!"
Immediately, Song Yuhuan's voice drifted out, sounding helpless yet secretly smug. "We can't demonstrate it here, but I can tell you: it was under the desk in President Zhou's office."
The jeering inside exploded, louder than before. Someone eagerly asked how it felt.
This time, the one who answered was Chu Luyao.
"It was scorching hot, went very deep, and was incredibly thrilling."
Zhou Du stood at the door, paralyzed. Hearing the casual laughter of the people inside and the responses from Chu Luyao and Song Yuhuan—who seemed to have long grown accustomed to this public display of their affair—he felt nothing but absurdity.
It turned out everyone knew about Chu Luyao's infidelity.
They had all just been acting in front of him.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Chu Luyao was down to wearing only a spaghetti-strap top. A man's hand rested possessively on her slender waist.
Song Yuhuan held her as she sat on the bar counter, looking up to lick and kiss her sensitive neck. "Jiejie, who is better? Me, or President Zhou?"
Chu Luyao rested her hands on Song Yuhuan's shoulders. Her gaze was hazy and unfocused, her face flushed with the red tide of arousal.
"Why compare yourself to him? Different people naturally have different tastes."
They entangled intimately in the dim light. In the end, Chu Luyao, her face flushed red, lay in Song Yuhuan's arms. She drank a mouthful of wine that he fed her mouth-to-mouth, smiling with satisfaction, yet she didn't forget to remind everyone.
"Everything that happened tonight, forget it the moment you leave this room. If even half a word reaches Ah Du's ears..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the others hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Of course! In today's society, for a 'big woman' like Attorney Chu, who doesn't have a few 'little men' on the side?"
"As long as we keep it hidden well, President Zhou will never find out in his lifetime!"
Zhou Du stood in the hallway, separated by a single door, and watched the entire scene.
For a split second, he had the violent impulse to push open the door and storm in, to see the comical panic on their faces, to question Chu Luyao if she had a heart at all...
But then, the feeling washed away. He felt it was pointless.
A sharp pain began to churn in his stomach. He pressed one hand against his abdomen and stumbled as he walked outside.
Passing the reception desk, he placed the wrong phone on the counter, then dialed 120 for himself.
Before he fainted, he inexplicably remembered a time before they were together. He had been falsely accused of academic plagiarism. When no one else believed him, Chu Luyao had stood up against the world to support him.
She had told him she would trust him unconditionally, forever.
But in the next second, the memory shifted into the image of Chu Luyao and Song Yuhuan entangled in passion on the bar counter.
Chu Luyao, just how many people can that heart of yours hold?