The research facility hummed with the quiet efficiency of scientific minds at work, interrupted only by the occasional scratch of pen on paper or the murmur of calculations. Today was an important day—an international delegation had arrived, bringing researchers from abroad to collaborate with Ruan Mei and her husband on groundbreaking genetic research.

For the most part, things proceeded as expected. Professional. Precise. Unremarkable.

And then, he happened.

One of the foreign researchers—a man whose IQ clearly didn’t match his ego—made the unfortunate decision to flirt with Ruan Mei. At first, it was mildly annoying. The usual tired attempts—standing too close, holding eye contact just a little too long, making irrelevant compliments about her looks instead of her work.

Then, it got desperate.

A vulgar comment slipped from his lips. Something bold, crude, and spoken in his native tongue, as if assuming she wouldn’t understand. As if assuming she wasn’t fluent enough to translate his pathetic attempt at seduction.

Ruan Mei had already mentally categorized him as ‘background noise’, but then he made the cardinal mistake—he opened his mouth.

And oh, what a tragedy that was.

What he said... wasn’t just flirting. It was vulgar. It was the kind of shameless drivel that would make sewage water sound poetic in comparison. The kind of statement that disintegrates a man’s social standing the moment it leaves his lips.

A few of his colleagues coughed, suddenly finding their shoes very interesting.

But Ruan Mei? She did not flinch. She did not look surprised. She did not even blink. She simply... turned.

And with the grace of a woman who knew her superiority was not up for debate, she raised one perfectly gloved hand... and flipped him off.