Xie Shuling's height is almost on par with Xiao Mo's. At this moment, he pressed Xiao Mo against the wall, and their gazes, both dark and profound, locked in a silent exchange.

In the end, it was Xiao Mo who broke the silence. He wearily lowered his eyelids and asked in a low voice, "Xie Shuling, what do you want to do?"

Xie Shuling came back to his senses and said earnestly, "I want to get back together with you."

Xiao Mo shook his head and rejected once again, "I've already told you, I won't get back together with you." He added, "Absolutely not."

Xie Shuling looked puzzled. He truly couldn't understand why Xiao Mo refused to start over with him. Does it mean that in Xiao Mo's world, those who have made mistakes no longer have the opportunity to change and start anew?

Xiao Mo raised his hand, and his clean and fair fingers lightly touched Xie Shuling's wrist. With little effort, he moved his hand away and walked out from Xie Shuling's encirclement. He went to a corner of the dressing room and slowly untied his moon-white long robe, taking it off.

The light poured down from above, shining on his slender yet strong back, casting blurry and ambiguous shadows. Xie Shuling stared at him intently and softly said, "No matter what, you won't change your mind, will you?"

Xiao Mo's hand, which was in the process of changing clothes, paused for a moment, and he softly murmured, "Mm."

Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation covering his shoulders. Startled, Xiao Mo quickly turned around, avoiding Xie Shuling's hand, and angrily said, "Xie Shuling, I thought you still had some principles left!"

Xie Shuling retracted his hand and rubbed the lingering warmth on his fingertips with a hint of reluctance. He reached up and unfastened the collar from his neck, shaking it in front of Xiao Mo. He was pleased to see Xiao Mo take a slight step back.

Xie Shuling smirked and said, "Xiao Mo, do you know how many different kinds of collars I've bought?"

Xiao Mo tightly pursed his lips, not saying a word.

"I bought a whole box of them. If someone were to come to my house now, they'd probably call me a pervert," Xie Shuling said, putting the collar back around his neck. His peach blossom eyes were full of determination as he continued, "I'm telling you all this to let you know that I won't give up. Even if it means torturing and forcing you, I want you to come back to me."

Xiao Mo gave him a deep look, quickly put on his shirt and jacket, turned around and left, slipping his slightly trembling hand into his pocket.

Xie Shuling is indeed someone who never gives up. That's just how he is, always willing to go to any lengths... Xiao Mo fiddled with the ring in his pocket, trying to grasp this concept, but it only gave him a headache.

"Yang Ying," Xiao Mo whispered as he got into the nanny car. "Let's go to the Vanke."

Yang Ying wanted to speak but stopped herself, "Xiao Ge..."

"Go," Xiao Mo said in a deep voice, "keep going these past few days, until Xie Shuling's scenes are finished filming."

Yang Ying became nervous and anxiously asked, "Xiao Ge, what has Xie Shuling done again?"

Xiao Mo waved his hand, not wanting to say much. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter what he does. The most important thing is to complete this film successfully."

His face was filled with weariness. Yang Ying saw this and couldn't bear to ask any further. She could only instruct the driver to change direction and head towards Fange's direction.

Fange is a private club located in a quiet area near the center of Jiangdu city, with high security standards. Xiaomo's nanny car was stopped at the entrance. Xiaomo handed over a dark golden card. After careful inspection by the security guard dressed in black, he waved his hand to allow passage.

The car stopped at the entrance of the club, and Xiao Mo got out of the car alone. He said to Yang Ying, "Let the driver take you back first, don't worry about me."

Yang Ying silently nodded her head and anxiously watched Xiao Mo enter the club.

A couple of years ago, when she was just starting out as Xiao Mo's manager, Xiao Mo used to frequent this place called Fang Ge. Although she had never known what Xiao Mo did here, sometimes he would ask her to wait at the entrance. When he came out, he always reeked of alcohol, although he wasn't drunk. His face carried an expression of extreme indifference, while his aura became fiercely intimidating, completely different from before. Sometimes, Yang Ying could even faintly smell a hint of blood on him.

Until Xiao Mo established a romantic relationship with Xie Shuling, he gradually decreased the frequency of coming here. His whole demeanor became much milder. One day, Xiao Mo casually mentioned to Yang Ying that he would never go to Fangge again in the future.

At that time, Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know what Fenge was exactly doing, her intuition told her that it wasn't a good place. At least... it didn't seem suitable for Xiaomo. Otherwise, why would he feel even colder every time he came out?

But now... Yang Ying turned around uneasily and looked back. The discreet black signboard of Fange was already getting farther and farther away, only a dense shadow could be seen. She sighed and started to complain in her heart about Xie Shuling again.

Xiao Mo pushed open the heavy gates of the grand Vanga Nightclub, and the dazzling and colorful entertainment scene reflected in his dark eyes, yet it didn't stir any ripples within him. The spacious hall was filled with the sounds of music and voices, but it didn't seem noisy or boisterous. If one listened closely, they could faintly hear the low gasps of men and the seductive murmurs of women. Xiao Mo couldn't help but furrow his brow.

A young and handsome waiter walked forward and politely greeted, "Mr. Xiao, is it the same as before today?"

Xiao Mo shook his head and asked, "Is the boss here?"

The waiter's face showed a troubled expression as he whispered, "The boss is not here today, but Yan Ge is. What do you think...?"

Xiao Mo revealed an expression of bewilderment and waved his hand, whispering, "In that case, don't let him know that I came. Let's stick to the old routine."

"Yes, sir." The waiter respectfully bowed and led him towards the room at the deepest part of the clubhouse.

The waiter stood in front of the room and opened the door for him. He lowered his head and let him enter, carefully closing the door before turning and leaving.

Xiao Mo locked the door and slowly took off his coat and shirt one by one. He replaced them with a black silk robe in a composed manner. After everything was prepared, he turned around. His originally indifferent expression became even colder, and the contours of his face appeared a bit sharp, completely unlike the usual aloof and calm Xiao Mo.

Until the early hours of the next day, Xiao Mo, with a slight scent of alcohol, finally emerged from his room. He declined the waiter's escort and walked alone to the lobby. Just as he was about to leave the clubhouse, he was stopped by a deep, low male voice.

"I heard that you've been coming here often lately. Is something going on?" A tall man in a black suit calmly walked up to Xiao Mo and looked at him with a frowned brow.

"There's nothing much," Xiao Mo said with an unchanged expression, "just venting because work has been busy."

The man furrowed his brow even tighter, clearly not believing his words, but he didn't insist: "Forget it, if you don't want to tell me." After all, he would find out sooner or later.

Xiao Mo remained noncommittal, nodding slightly before pushing open the door and leaving Van Ge.