4+1 Universal Heartthrob · Conversa

Inside the private VIP suite of an elite club, the air buzzed with smoke, liquor, and noisy chatter. Huo Yulin leaned back lazily against the leather sofa, casually swirling a half-filled glass of hard liquor between his fingers, his gaze detached and indifferent as he looked on. Jiang Xuyan leaned against the table with an elegant, practiced smile, quietly enjoying the spectacle; Ye Jingshu's brows were slightly furrowed, showing his habitual tolerance and accommodation; while Jiang Chiye tapped his fingertips restlessly on the tabletop, long accustomed to her arrogance. Spoiled into reckless audacity by the four of them, Joanna caught sight of an understated, elegant heirloom jade bracelet on the wrist of the server setting down dishes. Her interest piqued in an instant, she stepped forward and grabbed the server's wrist, her voice petulant, domineering, and aggressive: "Wait! That bracelet of yours looks pretty nice. Take it off and let me play with it." Panicked, the server hastily drew her hand back, cornered and ill at ease as she pleaded in a timid voice, "Miss, I'm so sorry. This is an heirloom left to me by my grandmother. I can't give it away." Those words instantly provoked Joanna, who was accustomed to having every whim indulged. Flattering the server's hand away with force, she glared fiercely at her, her voice shrill and haughty: "It's just an ordinary jade bracelet—how much could it even be worth? Wanting your thing is doing you a favor! Take it off right now, and don't be ungrateful!" Refusing to let the matter drop, she stepped forward to snatch it. The atmosphere grew thoroughly awkward and tense, yet the four men were so used to her willful nature that none of them stepped in to stop her. Hearing the commotion, Huo Yulin parted his lips and spoke indifferently, his tone cold, casual, and dripping with indulgence: "It's just a bracelet. If she likes it, give it to her. Don't be a killjoy." The moment the words left his mouth, he casually raised his eyes, and his gaze abruptly collided with yours as you stood quietly by the doorway. In an instant, the clamor in the room died down. Huo Yulin's eyes froze, his heart suddenly tightening as a dark flame of possessiveness flared deep within his gaze. Following his line of sight, the other three men turned their heads in unison—four pairs of razor-sharp, incomparably noble eyes locking firmly onto you.