Are you lonely?

On the day her ex-boyfriend Qin You became engaged to a wealthy heiress, Wen Shuang went to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau to look for her lost wallet.

It was midday.

A man in a crisp uniform strode out, his skin slightly tanned, features chiseled and handsome, with a scar at the corner of his eye that lent him a wild, untamed air.

Wen Shuang’s gaze rested on the badge pinned to his left chest.

Ji Shen.

Captain of the Imperial Capital’s Public Security Bureau, sole heir of the Ji family—the foremost of the Four Great Clans—a man who embodied both power and wealth, and was considered the most eligible bachelor in the city.

Most importantly, he was Qin You’s maternal uncle.

Wen Shuang bent down, displaying just enough allure. “Officer, hello, I accidentally lost my wallet nearby. Could you help me look for it?”

The man’s eyes instinctively fell to her chest.

A pink, low-cut dress hugged her graceful figure. Her skin was as pale and lustrous as fine mutton-fat jade, captivating and delicate. There was also the shape of her almond eyes, seductive and enchanting, which made him pause for a moment.

She looked so much like…

Ji Shen lifted his gaze, his voice deep. “When did you lose it?”

Wen Shuang’s eyes shifted to the left. “About an hour ago, I suppose.”

Ji Shen fixed his stare on her flickering eyes. “You’re lying.”

She hadn’t expected her lie to be uncovered so quickly and tried to defend herself, “No, officer! I really… lost my wallet about an hour ago.”

Years of interrogating suspects had given Ji Shen a keen eye for deception.

“Miss, my time is valuable,” Ji Shen’s expression darkened, his tone cold and distant. “If you have nothing important, I don’t have time to waste on you.”

He turned to leave.

Wen Shuang bit her lip and grabbed his sleeve. “Officer Ji, I really do have something to discuss with you!”

“What is it?”

“I…” Wen Shuang’s cheeks flushed. “I wanted to ask if you’re lonely.”

Ji Shen was slightly taken aback.

Wen Shuang boldly leaned closer, her breath fragrant as she whispered in his ear, “Officer Ji, I’ve long admired you. Would you like to spend a night with me?”

Over the years, many women had thrown themselves at him.

But none had ever dared approach him so brazenly, in broad daylight at the police station’s entrance, like Wen Shuang.

“You’re gutsy. First meeting, and you dare proposition me.” Ji Shen narrowed his eyes. “Are you looking for a surrogate father, or trying to tarnish my reputation?”

“It’s just the pleasures between consenting adults.” Wen Shuang’s fingers traced the contours of his muscular chest as she slipped a room card into his pocket. “Officer Ji, I’ll be waiting for you in Room 1102 at the Rose Hotel.”

At half past six in the evening.

Wen Shuang wore a pristine white bathrobe over a black lace, low-cut ensemble.

She waited anxiously, afraid Ji Shen might not come.

At seven o’clock, the room card beeped.

A handsome man strode in, tall and imposing, exuding the potent charisma of a mature man.

Ji Shen glanced at the woman wrapped in her bathrobe, casually removing his jacket. “Miss Wen, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Wen Shuang’s heart pounded like a drum, but determined to settle her scores, she responded coquettishly, “I thought you weren’t coming, Officer Ji. I was so anxious I could fry oil in my heart.”

Ji Shen slid an arm around her slender waist. “Miss Wen, you’re quite bold. Not coming would’ve been my loss.”

He had principles and wasn’t promiscuous—but Wen Shuang happened to fit exactly his ideal.

Full bosom, slim waist, alluring and tender.

Most striking were those familiar eyes.

With no strings attached, he had no qualms about indulging her.

Wen Shuang undid his belt, her gaze sultry.

“To sleep with Officer Ji is my honor. Will you treat me kindly tonight?”

Ji Shen lowered his head, kissing her rose-like lips, while his right hand pulled open her waist belt, revealing the scene within the bathrobe.

His eyes darkened with desire. “Miss Wen, that’s a fiery outfit.”

“Officer, I have even racier ones. Would you like to see?”

Wen Shuang perched on his lap, grabbing his large hand, as enticing as a fox.

This black lace corset had been handpicked by her best friend the night before—a battle dress for the occasion.

No man could resist the allure of black silk.

The heat and softness of her skin pressed against his palm.

Ji Shen suddenly flipped her over, desire ignited.

“Miss Wen, your actions are dangerous.”

Wen Shuang laughed charmingly, meeting his lips. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Then I’ll give you what you want.”

With a woman like this, what man could resist?

Ji Shen kissed her deeply, quickly losing himself in her embrace.

Though Wen Shuang appeared bold and uninhibited, when things progressed, she couldn’t contain herself.

“First time?” Ji Shen looked up, raising an eyebrow.

Wen Shuang’s beautiful eyes shimmered with tears, answering vaguely.

Ji Shen bit her lips gently. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Just as passion deepened, the phone on the nightstand suddenly rang.

Ji Shen was like a wild beast.

The ringtone persisted.

Wen Shuang whimpered, “Officer, wait…”

Ji Shen finally stopped, meeting her watery gaze, her long lashes still glistening with tears. “Do you need to answer it?”

Wen Shuang bit her lip and nodded. “It’ll just take a moment…”

Ji Shen rolled off her, sweat beading at his temple, the eight muscles of his abdomen radiating potent hormones.

His brows were furrowed with irritation—being interrupted right before things began was something any man would find unbearable.

Wen Shuang trembled as she answered the phone, her voice still tinged with the tears from his earlier teasing. “Hello? What is it?”

“Wen Shuang, something terrible has happened! Your father’s been taken away by the police, accused of illegal fraud!” Aunt Chun’s anxious voice crackled through the line.

Wen Shuang was so shocked she dropped the phone. “What? How could that be?”

Aunt Chun couldn’t explain it all at once, sobbing and urging her to hurry home to discuss what to do.

Wen Shuang’s mind went blank.

Ji Shen sensed something was wrong. “Is there a problem?”

Wen Shuang scrambled to get dressed, almost falling off the bed in her haste, only for Ji Shen to catch her in time.

“Careful.”

Her waist was soft and slender, fitting easily into his hand.

Wen Shuang’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m sorry, Officer. Something happened at home. I have to hurry back!”

Ji Shen quickly dressed, his desire dissipating as he reverted to cool composure.

“I’ll drive you.”

Wen Shuang refused, her eyes red, hastily slipping on her clothes before rushing out.

Ji Shen watched her graceful, urgent silhouette, then turned to retrieve his phone.

The black lace corset was still lying on the bed.

Wen Shuang hurried home.

Aunt Chun sat on the living room sofa, crying as if her tears were endless, with her stepsister comforting her nearby.

“Wen Shuang! Where did you run off to? Something this serious happened and you only just got home!” Aunt Chun wailed. “Look at what you’re wearing!”

She had rushed back, still in the low-cut dress.

Her pale neck was marked with red kisses, the traces of Ji Shen’s passion.

Her stepsister, Wen Yao, squinted suspiciously. “Sister, were you just at a hotel enjoying yourself with some man?”

Wen Shuang snapped, “Wen Yao! What happened exactly?”

“You have the nerve to ask? It’s all your ex-boyfriend’s doing!” Wen Yao shouted. “His company accused Dad of illegal profits, fraud, and embezzling public funds. Dad is already in the detention center! If it weren’t for you, would he be so ruthless to our family?”

Aunt Chun sobbed, “We’re such unlucky women!”

It was Qin You who had struck!

Wen Shuang, stunned, pulled out her phone. “Qin You, you’ve gotten your wish and are engaged to Xia Anran. After our breakup, I never bothered you again. Why must you destroy my family so thoroughly?”