Ye Fan wasn’t driving his Ferrari to see Tang Yurou, but another special woman. He hadn’t seen Tang Yurou in a long time and had wanted to meet up, but she was very busy and had brushed him off. Their relationship was a secret, after all.

Besides, she had a meeting with her main man tonight. What a disaster it would be if Ye Fan ran into them. Would he even still be hers then? So she told Ye Fan to meet her tomorrow, intending to have him all to herself for a full day. A woman’s scheming was truly a terrifying thing.

Hearing Tang Yurou’s excuses, Ye Fan was filled with regret. If I had known, I would have just spent the day with Spencer! he thought. After all, Spencer held a great deal of influence in the city. Fortunately, another woman had invited him out, saving him from a lonely night.

Arriving at the hotel, Ye Fan went straight to the prearranged room.

Pushing open the door, he saw a woman emerging from the bathroom. She was like a lotus blossom emerging from the water, her skin glistening. The sight sparked an immediate, primal urge to possess her. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, and seductive charm, she was the definition of a bombshell.

She was none other than the Queen of Heaven, Scarlett, a global sensation. If there were a ranking for the world’s most famous stars, Scarlett would easily be in the top three. In both acting and music, she had reached the absolute pinnacle.

No one would have ever imagined that the world-renowned Queen of Heaven would be in a hotel room with a strange man. If word of this got out, it would cause a global sensation. Scarlett was no stranger to rumors, but never this kind of scandal. And while Ye Fan was a star in the underworld, he was a nobody in the public eye.

Scarlett suddenly leapt into his arms. "Baby," she purred, "did you miss me?"

"When am I not thinking about you?" Ye Fan laughed.

Despite her seductive charm, Scarlett pouted. "Hmph! You’re such a liar. A King of Heaven like you is never short on women. I bet if I hadn’t called, you wouldn’t have thought of me at all. Not even a little!"

She had guessed right, of course, but Ye Fan would never admit it. "How could you say that?" he feigned injury. "I’m always thinking of you!"

Ye Fan scooped her into his arms. "Baby, let’s get down to business," he said, already moving toward the bed.

But Scarlett stopped him. "No, answer me honestly. How many women have you slept with since we last parted?"

He pretended to ponder. "Hmm, let me think..."

"You have to think about it? That proves you’ve been with too many!" Scarlett grabbed his ear and gave it a twist.

Ye Fan decided it was time to teach this woman a lesson before she got too full of herself. He pulled her into a powerful embrace and silenced her protest with a kiss.

Scarlett melted into his kiss, their body temperatures rising as passion flared between them. In the presidential suite, Ye Fan swiftly removed the towel. He beheld her perfect figure. He now had the absolute upper hand, his hands wandering freely. Scarlett didn’t like being passive, but with Ye Fan, she rarely had a chance to take the lead. She was used to it by now.

Soon, she was panting as if she had run for miles, yet she felt no fatigue. One could only conclude that Ye Fan’s skills were exceptional. She was completely conquered. In an instant, they were tangled together on the couch.

There’s a real difference between Western and Eastern women, Ye Fan mused. Their bodies are mostly the same, but Western women are so much more uninhibited. Thus, he handled Scarlett with practiced ease.

Scarlett lasted for a surprisingly long time, holding out for twenty minutes before she started begging for mercy. No other woman had ever endured his full assault for more than fifteen. In that respect, Scarlett was in a league of her own.

He recalled how they had met at a gathering of powerful figures in the United States. As a man, Ye Fan was quite proud of that memory, because he had managed to bed Scarlett on the very same night. His methods, it had to be said, were unparalleled. As the King of Heaven, he was the star wherever he went. At that exclusive party, even a global celebrity like Scarlett, the Queen of Heaven, received little attention. Instead, all eyes were on Ye Fan, making him the focus of the event. Infuriated that someone had stolen her thunder, Scarlett had confronted him directly. The result? He had swept her off her feet so completely that she ended up chasing him all the way to the African battlefield. But even there, the rough and rugged Ye Fan had taken her again, right in the middle of the desert. From that point on, their relationship had become something much closer.

Of course, he knew Scarlett was no ordinary woman. Otherwise, she never would have been qualified to attend a gathering of the underworld’s elite, regardless of her fame as the Queen of Heaven. That event was so exclusive that the presidents of many nations wouldn’t have been able to get an invitation. It wasn’t about status, but about belonging to two different worlds. He vaguely sensed a peculiar energy hidden within her, but she never spoke of her background, and he never asked. Her true identity remained a mystery. Of course, that mystery did nothing to dampen the intense battle they were currently waging.

Scarlett could no longer hold on. The rest of their encounter was all Ye Fan’s doing, and when he finally stopped, she collapsed weakly into his arms.

"Oh, baby," she purred, "every time we meet, you leave me so exhausted I don’t even have the strength to hate you."

Ye Fan grinned. "And you’re not satisfied with that?"

"Of course I am, baby, but let’s stop for today," Scarlett pleaded. "I need a shower. If we keep going, my body is going to fall apart."

But Ye Fan just chuckled. "That won’t do at all. We finally get to see each other. Things should be more passionate, more intense."

Scarlett was the one suffering now. She had intended to drain Ye Fan completely, to stop him from womanizing across Europe. But as it turned out, she was the one being thoroughly dominated. She was annoyed with herself for forgetting that his prowess in bed was his most terrifying weapon.

Licking her lips, she sighed in surrender. "Then bring it on."

"Alright!" Ye Fan eagerly agreed. In the next moment, Scarlett’s lips descended, and he was overwhelmed by an explosion of tender sensation. It took a full half-hour before Scarlett finally brought him to his peak.

Later that evening, he asked Scarlett, "So, what brings you to Europe?"

"Why? Can you come to Europe and I can’t?" she retorted.

"That’s not what I mean," Ye Fan said. "You’re usually active in America. What are the chances you’d come to Europe at the same time as me?"

"I was invited to be the spokesperson for a fashion show in Europe," Scarlett explained calmly, her excuse ready. "So of course, I’m here busy making a living!"

Ye Fan didn’t buy it for a second. Scarlett wasn’t the type to worry about "making a living." Her assets could last several lifetimes. She’s probably just here to play, he thought.

Ye Fan grew serious. "The underworld in Europe is unstable right now. The King of Bai Ting, the Green Netherworld King, and the Shadow Demon Queen are all active in this territory. If I ran into the three of them together, even I would have to flee."

"And do you think the three of them would ever join forces?" she asked.

"No," Ye Fan answered honestly.

"Well then, there you have it," Scarlett said. "They’ll never team up, so you don’t need to run from anything."

"That’s not my point," Ye Fan countered. "My point is that it’s dangerous for you in Europe. Why don’t you skip the fashion gig and go back home?"

"No! I’m not as weak as you think!" Scarlett shot back, her voice sharp with anger.

Ye Fan sighed. What more could he say? Scarlett was an incredibly strong-willed woman, and he knew he couldn’t persuade her.