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Zhao Yang suddenly pushed the door open, and the scene before him froze him in place.
A strong scent of perfume rushed at him, mingling with a faint hint of sweat, causing him to wrinkle his brow in discomfort. The room was dimly lit, and through the shadows, he saw Sun Yan's long, dark hair cascading like a waterfall over her snow-white shoulders, swaying gently with her movements. Her fair skin appeared even more alluring in the low light, her slender waist twisting to reveal enchanting curves. Meanwhile, Lu Man, wearing a black eye mask and possessing a muscular physique like that of a leopard, was lost in pleasure, completely unaware of Zhao Yang's entrance.
Zhao Yang's pupils dilated sharply, his heart skipping a beat. A chill surged from his feet to the top of his head, blood racing through his veins. He never expected that the seemingly respectable Vice Principal Lu would be with the woman he had admired for so long, Sun Yan, in such a place…
Time seemed to stand still as Zhao Yang's mind went blank, the vivid scene before him stimulating his senses. The sound of Sun Yan's soft gasps intertwined with Lu Man's heavy breathing echoed in his ears like a haunting melody.
At that moment, Sun Yan opened her eyes. Her dazed gaze met Zhao Yang's, surprise flickering across her features before transforming into a triumphant smile. She shot him a provocative glance, her lips curling into a sultry arc as she silently mouthed one word: "Come?"
Zhao Yang felt dizzy, as if struck by a heavy blow to the chest. Like a startled rabbit, he stumbled back a step and silently retreated from the room, gently closing the door behind him.
The cool air in the corridor helped clear his head slightly, but the shock and anger within him simmered uncontrollably. He leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. The corridor was empty except for the sound of his rapid breathing echoing around him.
Upon returning to his room, Zhu Fang was lazily lounging on the sofa waiting for him. She wore a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her long legs crossed elegantly made her look even more alluring. She quickly sensed Zhao Yang's distress and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? You look pale."
Zhao Yang forced a smile and shook his head. "It's nothing; I might have had too much to drink earlier and feel a bit unwell."
Zhu Fang regarded him skeptically; her delicate fingers gently brushed against his cheek as she softly said, "Do you want to rest for a while?" The faint scent of her perfume mixed with her unique body fragrance left Zhao Yang feeling flustered.
He politely declined Zhu Fang's kindness and made an excuse to leave the room. He needed some time to process what he had just witnessed and to think about what to do next.
As he stepped out of the private cinema, the night breeze brushed against him with a hint of chill. He looked up at the starry sky; though beautiful, it did nothing to dispel the gloom within his heart.
He did not notice that around the corner of the hallway, Li Zheng was thoughtfully observing everything. His tall figure was hidden in the shadows, his eyes glinting with shrewdness, and a faint, barely perceptible cold smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"Interesting," Li Zheng murmured to himself, "it seems I've struck gold this time."
The next morning, Zhao Yang arrived at the classroom with dark circles under his eyes. He had spent the entire night contemplating how to leverage this unexpected discovery. The relationship between Sun Yan and Lu Man was undoubtedly an important trump card, but how to play it required careful planning.
During the break, Sun Yan moved gracefully through the corridors of the teaching building as if nothing had happened. She wore a fitted dress that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her full breasts, slender waist, and rounded hips radiated the allure of a mature woman. As she passed by Zhao Yang, she cast him a meaningful glance, her eyes filled with a hint of provocation and pride.
"This woman..." Zhao Yang clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. He clearly remembered just days ago when Sun Yan pretended to be pure and intellectual in front of him, discussing academic ideals. Now, she unabashedly showcased another side of herself, and this contrast filled him with immense anger and disgust.
At that moment, Li Zheng appeared beside Zhao Yang without him noticing. He patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Looks like you've discovered something interesting."
Zhao Yang eyed Li Zheng warily. "What do you mean?"
Li Zheng smiled mysteriously. "The walls of the Private Cinema aren't very soundproof." He hinted knowingly, "The more people who know certain secrets, the greater their value."
Zhao Yang's heart sank; he hadn't expected Li Zheng to be aware of this matter as well. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Zheng turn and leave, leaving behind a cryptic remark: "Think carefully about how to use this opportunity; don't waste it."
Watching Li Zheng's retreating figure, Zhao Yang fell into deep thought. He understood that behind this seemingly simple secret lay too many complex interests. One wrong step could lead him into an irretrievable situation.
Meanwhile, Sun Yan stood by the window of the office building, watching Zhao Yang and Li Zheng below. Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, gently stroked the pen in her hand as a flicker of disdain crossed her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly: "Since you want to play, then let's play to our heart's content."
The scene at the Private Cinema was like a key that opened Pandora's box; an unseen battle was about to unfold. Each person was secretly calculating their gains and losses, trying to gain an advantage in this game of power.
And this is just the beginning.
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