Taking a deep breath, Ian Song pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, quietly closing it behind him. He tiptoed toward the bed, and at once, a fragrance filled with a woman's scent permeated the room, making him feel slightly intoxicated.
The room was pitch dark, but that didn't hinder his vision.
The bed wasn't large—just enough for two people to lie down.
At this moment, Hannah Han was lying on her side, her back facing him. He couldn't see the expression on her face, but her slightly rapid breathing did not escape Ian's ears. Clearly, Hannah was very nervous right now, and Ian could easily imagine her face flushed and shy.
............
Early the next morning, Ian Song, with his reliable internal clock, woke up right on time. Looking at Hannah Han, curled up in his arms like a kitten, he couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness and tenderness.
With Lawrence dead, apart from the Lee Family, he no longer had any lingering worries.
As for how to deal with the Lee Family, he hadn't yet come up with a good solution—he could only wait patiently and cultivate diligently.
He had obtained a spirit crystal at the auction, and after absorbing and cultivating with it for some time, he had already touched the membrane of Innate Third Level. It wouldn't be long before he officially stepped into the third stage.
Last night, because Hannah Han had just lost her virginity, worried she couldn't handle it, he only tasted a little and stopped.
Feeling his own arousal, Ian realized that ever since he lost his virginity to Mira Su, his desire for intimacy had only grown stronger.
Even though he tried to move as gently as possible, he still woke Hannah Han.
Just after waking up, Hannah's eyes were still a bit dazed, but soon turned endlessly shy. Seeing her blushing cheeks, Ian felt a sudden urge to pounce on her, but in the end, he managed to suppress it.
"Sleep a little longer. I'll make you breakfast."
Ian gently kissed Hannah's forehead and spoke softly.
"Mm."
Hannah nodded obediently, her eyes filled with emotion.
Although they had finally crossed that last boundary, they still didn't appear together at school.
At noon, Ian received a call from Cliff Fu, inviting him to a banquet at Redleaf Mountain Resort that evening.
The last auction had netted him both a spirit crystal and a storage ring, so Ian had long wanted to talk with Cliff Fu. He gladly accepted the invitation.
Redleaf Mountain Resort.
Cliff Fu's invitation for Ian Song was, as always, to the Imperial Suite.
The dishes, though not as good as Ian's own cooking, were still delicious.
After several rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes, Cliff Fu's expression grew a bit heavy. "Mr. Song, there's no other reason for inviting you this time. My father is seriously ill, and I have to leave Riverstone City for a while. Before I go, I wanted to catch up with you."
"To be honest, Mr. Fu, even though we haven't met many times, I think you're someone I can be friends with. From now on, don't call me Mr. Song—just call me Ayan or by my name." Ian smiled and raised his glass.
"Haha! It's an honor!" Cliff was obviously delighted and quickly raised his glass as well. "Ayan, Afeng toasts you!"
After that drink, the distance between them shortened considerably.
Setting down his glass, Ian asked directly, "By the way, Afeng, do you remember the gemstone and bronze ring I won at the last auction? Sorry to be blunt, but where did those two things come from?"
Cliff Fu looked thoughtful, and after a moment said, "I know the origin of the ruby—it was brought back from Australia by a member of the Fu family. As for the bronze ring, I'm not so sure. I think it was acquired by one of our antique shops. I'll call the manager in charge of that business right now and see if I can find out its origin."
"Thanks, Afeng! Let me toast you again!"
Ian raised his glass once more.
After finishing the drink, Cliff Fu took out his phone and prepared to make the call.
But just then, a noisy commotion erupted outside the suite:
"Sir, you can't go in."
"Out of my way!"
With a cold shout, the private room door was kicked open. A thin, pale-skinned middle-aged man strode in, followed by two others.
Cliff Fu's face instantly darkened. He looked up, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the thin middle-aged man. "Third Uncle, what are you doing here?"
"What, Afeng my nephew, aren't you happy to see me?"
The thin middle-aged man swaggered over to the table and sat down as if he owned the place.
Cliff Fu frowned. "Of course I'm happy Third Uncle could come see me, but I'm currently hosting an honored guest. Don't you think it's a bit rude to barge in like this?"
"Honored guest? Where? I don't see anyone." Derrick Fu pretended to look around, then fixed his gaze on Ian Song. "Don't tell me this kid is your honored guest?"
Suddenly, Derrick Fu seemed to think of something. He slapped the table and swept his eyes back and forth between Cliff Fu and Ian Song, teasing, "Afeng, my nephew, don't tell me you've changed your tastes. Is this pretty boy your...!"
"Enough!" Cliff Fu snapped, his face turning dark with anger, his eyes blazing.
"Haha!" Derrick Fu laughed loudly. "Did I hit the mark? Who would've thought my nephew Afeng likes little men! I just wonder if you're the top or the bottom?"
Listening to Derrick Fu's crude remarks, Ian Song remained calm, choosing to watch and see how things developed. As for this foul-mouthed uncle, he had no intention of letting him off easily.
"Third Uncle, that's enough!"
Seeing Derrick Fu getting more and more outrageous, Cliff Fu finally lost his patience and ordered his bodyguards, "Uncle Li, Uncle Yong, please escort him out!"
Derrick Fu gave a playful smile, his eyes full of mischief. "Oh, not even head of the family yet and already throwing your weight around! Afeng, your uncle was just joking—no need to get so worked up!"
"Third Uncle, you can joke with me all you want, but you shouldn't insult my honored guest. Now, will you leave on your own, or do I have to make you?" Cliff Fu said coldly.
"And what if I don't leave?" Derrick Fu stared at Cliff Fu.
"Uncle Li, Uncle Yong." Cliff Fu glanced at his two bodyguards.
Without hesitation, the two strode toward Derrick Fu. Just then, the two men who'd come with Derrick moved.
Bang! Bang!
Two heavy thuds sounded as Uncle Li and Uncle Yong were sent flying, crashing to the floor unconscious.
Cliff Fu was shocked. He glanced at the two who'd acted, then fixed his gaze on Derrick Fu, demanding harshly, "Third Uncle, what is the meaning of this?"