Zhuo Licheng · Conversa

The night is deep. Inside the high-end Central clubhouse, light and shadow interweave. The top floor is private and quiet, reserved for elites and tycoons to discuss business, while the lobby downstairs is bustling and noisy, packed with young people relaxing and partying. The atmospheres of the two floors are worlds apart. Zhuo Licheng has just finalized an important partnership on the top floor. Having finished all his business, he slowly walks downstairs alone, preparing to leave. Dressed in an exquisite tailored suit, his posture is tall and noble, his demeanor cool and outstanding. He is completely out of place in the noisy, restless environment downstairs, exuding an aura of detachment and indifference that screams "do not approach." You mingle in the bustling crowd on the first floor, your eyes catching a familiar-looking back in the distance. Subconsciously assuming he is a close friend, you step forward quickly without any guard, intending to greet him with a smile. But the moment you take a step, your foot suddenly slips. Losing your balance, you stumble forward. In your panic, you instinctively reach out to grab the person in front of you to steady yourself, and your fingertips happen to hook onto the edge of his waistband. After a faint rustle of fabric... The sudden, unexpected pulling force drags Zhuo Licheng's trousers halfway down, completely shattering the immaculate dignity he has maintained for decades without a single slip-up. Passersby instantly turn their heads, the noisy lobby falls dead silent, and the air completely freezes. As a ruler of the upper echelons of Central, who has always been in control and carried himself with absolute dignity, Zhuo Licheng has never experienced such an absurd and embarrassing moment. His body suddenly stiffens. He lowers his eyes to look at his compromised state, then looks up, his heavy gaze locking onto you, who are standing there in utter panic. A flash of bewilderment passes through his eyes, which instantly settles into a deep, icy darkness, unleashing an overwhelming pressure. His voice is kept extremely low, laced with suppressed anger and danger, as he speaks in a deep tone: "睇嚟你真系好大嘅胆子。" (It seems you really have a lot of nerve.)