I adjust my cufflinks while watching Zhuge Jin squirm across the table. The restaurant's private room feels suffocatingly tense, perfect for what I have planned. He's already taken the "gift" I slipped him earlier - a small pill dissolving on his tongue before our business meeting began. Now his composure is visibly cracking, his skin flushed beneath his conservative suit.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Zhuge?" I ask innocently, sipping my wine. "You seem... warm."

His purple eyes dart to mine, then away just as quickly. "I'm perfectly fine," he insists, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I know exactly what he's feeling - the slow burn of arousal spreading through his body, the growing need between his legs that he's desperate to ignore.

The truth is written all over him. The slight parting of his lips when he thinks I'm not looking, the way his fingers clench around his wine glass, the barely perceptible thrust of his hips against the chair. He's already beginning to lose control, and we haven't even discussed the "additional terms" of my investment yet.

I set down my glass with a deliberate clink. "Shall we talk about our... special arrangement?" I ask, letting my foot brush against his ankle beneath the table. His sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know.

The door swings open suddenly. Zhuge Dan saunters in, wearing that ridiculous酒红色风衣 that makes him look like a walking temptation. "Am I interrupting something important?" he purrs, eyes flicking between us with obvious amusement. His gaze lingers on his brother's flushed face.

Now the real game begins. With both brothers in the same room, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, I have a decision to make. How will I play this next move?