Li Feng entered the washroom and carefully tidied his appearance in the mirror. Gazing at his own handsome face, even he couldn't help but be captivated by such peerless beauty.

Ah! Why is heaven so unfair to me? It gave me a brilliant mind and made me this endearingly handsome.

Even a man falling for me wouldn't be strange, right?

Confident Li Feng strode out, head held high, ready to meet the potential partner in perfect form.

In the company lounge, he spotted Director Wu sitting on the sofa from afar. Wu sipped tea with his pinky finger elegantly raised. Li Feng checked his watch—over half an hour early. Was the man this eager?

Hope for the deal grew. Li Feng walked in, cleared his throat, and said, "Director Wu, I've long admired your reputation."

The man stood, brushing aside a stray hair. He strode over, grabbed Li Feng's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"I've heard much of you, Director Li. Meeting you today, your presence truly is extraordinary!"

Wu Fan sincerely praised Li Feng's looks while scanning him head to toe. His gaze grew even more intense.

That unguarded, spirited stare made Li Feng instinctively uneasy. A chill ran down his spine.

Li Feng yanked his hand back, stepping away. His business smile stiffened slightly. "Director Wu, please sit."

Wu Fan suppressed his excitement, returning to the sofa. He sipped bitter tea to calm his restlessness.

Li Feng eyed him suspiciously—something felt off. He sat opposite Wu Fan, a wide coffee table between them.

"Director Wu, did you come with new ideas for our cooperation?"

Li Feng refocused on business. He'd wanted to develop his contracted land into school-district housing, building integrated schools to boost property value.

But approvals were unavoidable. He'd privately contacted Wu Fan, in education, to smooth the process.

Wu Fan had been stubborn at first—no profit share or terms swayed him. Li Feng eventually gave up. His rush to join House of Yu as a son-in-law stemmed from this; he needed leverage.

"Cooperation? There's room for discussion," Wu Fan said. He rubbed his fingers, blowing imaginary dust off his nails. "But it depends on your sincerity, Director Li."

Wu Fan's gaze locked onto Li Feng's sculpted face, a meaningful smile curling his lips. Last night, a like-minded acquaintance had messaged about a handsome man—powerful background, out of reach.

Wu Fan had dismissed it until the attached photo. Just a side profile, but his sharp eyes saw the robust build under Li Feng's suit, his tall frame, his handsome face—the "beauty" from his dreams.

Desire ignited. Wu Fan spread his network, easily finding Li Feng's info. He recalled their unfinished deal.

Lust-driven, Wu Fan eagerly scheduled this meeting to see Li Feng in person.

The real Li Feng was even more alluring than the blurry photo—perfect for his taste!

Wu Fan schemed how to win this young master. Li Feng squirmed under the stare. Wu Fan's gaze felt like a dissection.

Was he being looked down on?! Li Feng's face darkened. He refused to yield. "I've sent the details already. I've made maximum profit concessions."

Wu Fan shook his head calmly. "Profits aren't urgent. Money's just enough to live on."

"Honestly, I'm more interested in you, Director Li, than in cooperation."

Li Feng understood that smile—he wished he were blind. Even his composure cracked; shock flashed across his face. He nearly slammed the table and left.

What kind of man was this?! Intel said Wu Fan loved women, admired beauties—nothing about him climbing the "broken-backed mountain"!

Was all his intel a facade? How many layers deep was this scheming?

But huge profits held Li Feng back. His confidence gone, voice trembling slightly, he said, "Director Wu, I don't understand."

Wu Fan drained his teacup, chuckled lightly, and pointed at Li Feng. "Don't doubt it. It's exactly what you're thinking."

"If you want a shortcut through me, become mine."

"After all, it's not your first time, is it?"

Wu Fan's implication made veins bulge on Li Feng's arms. He clenched his fists, confronting him.

Wu Fan wouldn't have noticed Li Feng—they'd never met. But who put him on Wu Fan's menu? Who subtly urged him to blackmail Li Feng?

Of course—it was Mu Yue Ran, kneeling on her home floor right now, awaiting judgment!

From learning of Li Feng, she'd planned to use Wu Fan. She registered on a gay dating site, posing as a wealthy young master. Bonding with Wu Fan as a fellow enthusiast, she casually praised Li Feng's excellence, admitting she couldn't win him—igniting Wu Fan's competitive fire and desire.

Mu Yue Ran didn't expect Wu Fan to actually turn Li Feng gay. She just wanted to add a storm to his smooth life—a storm filled with bird droppings. When Li Feng struggled with gay advances, his focus on Yuchuge would fade.

But now, Mu Yue Ran had no heart to enjoy her scheme. A far bigger crisis loomed over her!