FINAL BLISS

The crystal chandelier still hung above the party, casting cold glimmers through the champagne tower. Laughter floated like a thin mist among the guests—until she fell. Lin Wanwan—the woman who always wore haute couture and had diamonds embedded in her nails—crashed hard onto the center of the main hall. Red wine spilled across the floor, spreading like blood. "Are you fucking blind?" Her husband, Huo Lisheng, shot to his feet, tie askew, eyes slashing toward the man in a black windbreaker standing at the entrance. "Who let you in? Where's security?" The man didn't answer. He glanced down at a single drop of wine on his shoe, then looked up with a cold smirk. "Huh. Floor's pretty slippery. No wonder your wife can't stay on her feet." "What did you say? Who the hell do you think you are?" Huo Lisheng stepped forward, furious. "Who am I?" The man slowly shrugged off his jacket, revealing an old burn scar on his wrist. "Just the guy from the dry cleaner’s, here to collect the final payment. Oh, and to check—did that shirt you dropped off years ago ever come back? The one with the photos of you and your mistress in the Maldives still in the pocket?" Silence swallowed the room. Someone gasped. A glass trembled and crashed to the ground. Lin Wanwan turned pale, struggling to rise—but her heel caught, sending her tumbling back down in humiliation. At that moment, a young girl in a beige dress dialed a number from the corner, her voice barely a whisper: "Dad, I'm in Hall B of 'Cloud Peak.' In ten minutes, either he comes himself, or I upload the footage everywhere." She hung up, lifted her head, and fixed Huo Lisheng with a calm gaze. "You call him an intruder? But this hotel... was built by his father."