"Oh, really? It would be our honor. I’ll have someone get Little Su President a private room with a lucky number!"

With Yun Zijin present, it would have been no problem even if Su Jingyun had asked for a top-floor suite. However, since Yun Zijin wanted to conceal her identity, Creach decided against such an unnecessary gesture.

However, picking out a room with a lucky number was a small favor he could certainly manage.

Yun Zijin was very pleased with Creach’s handling of the situation and discreetly gave him a look of approval.

Emboldened by her encouragement, Creach’s mood brightened, and he went about selecting the room with even greater enthusiasm.

Ultimately, Creach selected room number 888 for Su Jingyun.

One look at the number was enough to know it was exceptionally auspicious.

This was the first time Su Jingyun had ever received such special treatment. Previously, he had always been assigned a random room with no say in the matter.

Su Jingyun couldn’t help but wonder, ’Did I just catch Creach on a particularly good day?’

’Otherwise, why would he be so accommodating and even let them pick their own room number?’

"Alright, I have some business to attend to upstairs. Little Su President, enjoy your evening!"

Creach was afraid that if he lingered any longer, his poor acting would give the game away. After selecting the room, he planned to make a quick exit.

’It’s not a great feeling, being watched by your boss all the time.’

Although Su Jingyun found the situation a bit odd, he ultimately pushed his questions aside.

"Let’s go. We’ll head to the room."

Su Jingyun had been to Yungong No. 1 many times. When he needed to entertain clients, he chose Yungong No. 1 sixty percent of the time.

Otherwise, Creach wouldn’t have recognized him.

An attendant led the way. They took an elevator to the 8th floor, and the room was just a short walk from there.

Room 888 was a large suite. The interior decor was so elegant that you couldn’t tell it was a room in a club at all. If you took a picture and posted it to your social media, people who didn’t know any better might mistake it for your own living room.

While it was Yun Zijin’s first time, Su Mengyao and the members of Su Jingyun’s racing team were already quite familiar with the place. Everyone quickly ordered what they wanted, and the server left the room only after confirming the order.

Before long, their drinks arrived, accompanied by several new desserts, said to be complimentary from the head chef.

The men all declined the desserts, so since Yun Zijin and Su Mengyao were the only women present, the sweets ended up with them.

"Don’t eat too much. Next time you get a toothache in the middle of the night, don’t expect me to take you to the hospital."

Su Jingyun tapped Su Mengyao on the head. There were four desserts in total, meaning two for each of them. ’She’s really not afraid of gaining weight.’

Su Mengyao glared at Su Jingyun. "I’ll eat what I want! I only get a toothache occasionally, it’s not like it happens every day! If it’s that bad, I’ll just ask Uncle Chen to take me, not you!"

"Uncle Chen is getting old. You’d be better off bothering me!"

Su Jingyun was exasperated.

’Doesn’t she even consider how old Uncle Chen is? How could she have the nerve to call him in the middle of the night? I wouldn’t even dare let Uncle Chen take her out at that hour.’

’Both of them are such a handful.’

Su Mengyao fell silent. ’Anyway,’ she thought, ’if I really did get a toothache, could he actually ignore me?’

So she thought, a classic case of the brazen confidence that comes from being spoiled.

While the siblings bickered, Yun Zijin quietly enjoyed her dessert off to the side, not noticing that several members of the racing team were secretly watching her.

’Yun Zijin was undeniably beautiful. And since she was friends with Su Mengyao, her financial situation had to be decent, at the very least.’

Although they were on Su Jingyun’s racing team, not all of them came from privileged backgrounds.

In fact, the main reason most had joined was the high pay and easy work.

When Su Jingyun got too busy to compete, their time was completely their own—no different from a paid vacation.

But people are never satisfied. They wouldn’t dare make a move on Su Mengyao, but her friend... she might be fair game.

Yun Zijin had just finished one of the desserts and was about to pour herself a drink when a hand suddenly reached out, uncapped the bottle for her, and poured the contents into a clean glass in front of her.

"I saw you wanted a drink, so I poured one for you."

Yun Zijin looked up at the young man who had poured her drink. He was rather handsome, with a pleasant voice and a boyish charm.

’Too bad...’ she thought. ’He’s not my type.’

Having grown up in an orphanage, Yun Zijin was independent and perfectly capable of living well on her own.

But her criteria for a partner definitely didn’t include a ’little brother’ type.

Taking care of herself was tiring enough; she certainly wasn’t going to find a younger man to add to her troubles.

"Thank you."

Yun Zijin didn’t refuse the drink, but her ’thank you’ was tinged with a polite yet distinct coldness.

Anyone with a bit of social awareness would have understood it as a clear rejection.

Some people, however, won’t give up until they hit a wall. As if completely oblivious to her coldness, he seized the opportunity to scoot closer to her.

Yun Zijin’s lips tightened, and her expression frosted over.

Ling Qi appeared from out of nowhere behind Yun Zijin, then swiftly sat down in the space between her and the young man.

As he sat, to avoid crowding Yun Zijin, Ling Qi casually plucked the man up as if he were a chick and set him down further away.

The spot he took was a good twenty centimeters away from Yun Zijin.

"Sir, please have some self-respect."

Ling Qi’s tone was completely devoid of emotion, but his words made the young man’s face burn with humiliation.

The commotion finally drew the attention of Su Mengyao and Su Jingyun. Upon seeing Ling Qi, Su Mengyao’s heart skipped a beat.

"Zijin! Why is your bodyguard here? Are you okay?"

’She had only been bickering with her brother for a few minutes and hadn’t been paying attention to Yun Zijin. How had she turned around to find the room in such a confusing state?’

"I’m fine."

Yun Zijin didn’t elaborate. After all, the person was on Su Jingyun’s team, and she didn’t want to put him in an awkward position over something so trivial.

Su Mengyao studied Yun Zijin skeptically for a moment, only relaxing after she was certain her friend was truly alright.

With Ling Qi now on the sofa, the young man knew he had no chance of getting near Yun Zijin for the rest of the night. He resigned himself to a seat far away from her and didn’t try to bother her again.

Su Mengyao glanced at the young man. He wasn’t one of the team members she knew well; he must be new. But for some reason, she felt he looked familiar, though she couldn’t place where she might have seen him before.

Su Mengyao shot several more quizzical looks his way, but when nothing came to mind, she reluctantly let it go.

’I can’t remember now,’ she thought, ’but I’ll ask my brother when we get home. Maybe he’ll have some information that could jog my memory.’

The celebration lasted until eleven-thirty that night. When Yun Zijin emerged from the private room, her steps were unsteady.

At the door of the room, seeing Yun Zijin’s condition, Zero One felt a headache coming on.

He glanced back inside the room. Su Mengyao was even more intoxicated than Yun Zijin; she was completely draped over Su Jingyun, incapable of independent thought.

Zero One shot a look at Ling Er, signaling for him to find a female employee.

’They were all men. Unlike Su Mengyao and Su Jingyun, they weren’t blood relatives. In public, it was best to maintain a respectable distance.’

In a spot hidden from Zero One’s view, a pair of eyes stared intently in Yun Zijin’s direction, their owner’s expression dark and sinister.