Feng Shan made his way through the party.
He could occasionally hear hushed teasing, along with stifled snickers that still managed to reach his ears.
He looked up.
All he could see were faces filled with amusement, which made his own expression darken instantly.
He hurried away from the noisy, bustling party, his mood still mired in an inescapable embarrassment.
As his gaze swept idly across a corner, he saw Natasha sitting there quietly.
Her silver evening gown accentuated her graceful figure. She was like a rare orchid in the night, exuding a subtle fragrance—elegant yet understated.
The images from the phone video flashed through Feng Shan's mind.
The part where he pinched her cheek and talked about spanking her.
A rush of hot blood surged to his cheeks.
He was so embarrassed he wished he could dig a hole and hide in it.
After a moment's hesitation...
...he steeled himself, picked up a chair, walked over to Natasha, and sat down.
