The woman was wearing sunglasses, so Qin Fang couldn't see the changes in her eyes. However, he figured she must have shown a slight hint of surprise.

But soon enough, her gaze swept past as though she had never seen Qin Fang before, sliding directly over to the horse racing track.

"Hmm? Did she notice me?"

Qin Fang was slightly startled. He couldn't tell whether the woman's reaction was intentional or accidental, yet in the moment their gazes met, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"This woman is definitely not ordinary…"

Even though it was just a distant and brief interaction, Qin Fang had already formed this judgment of the woman in his heart. In fact, he felt an added level of apprehension toward her.

The fleeting exchange of eye contact distracted Qin Fang for an instant, and when he tried to search for Tu San again, he couldn't find him anymore.

The horse racetrack was overcrowded. Tu San must have left the venue by now, and Qin Fang's scouting skill was no longer able to detect his marker, indicating Tu San had moved out of range.

This was not good news for Qin Fang.

After Han Long's death, Qin Fang had focused his attention on Tu San, but he didn't expect to lose him this quickly—completely vanishing without a trace.

Earlier, before this woman arrived, Qin Fang had thought Tu San might return to Number 36 Villa. After all, he was hired by Han Long as a bodyguard and would likely have obligations to fulfill.

But now, it was evident that this woman had already handled the situation at Number 36 Villa. She intentionally sought out Tu San to deliver some words. Whether Tu San would still return to the villa? That was now uncertain.

Based on Qin Fang's judgment, it was highly unlikely that Tu San would return. In fact, there was a high chance that this woman herself wouldn't go back either.

Han Long's sudden death was exceptionally mysterious.

To say Han Long's death was orchestrated seemed unrealistic, but to claim it was purely accidental felt equally unreasonable.

Anyone with even a modest intellect would recognize the danger—the woman who witnessed the entire process of Han Long's death must have realized that Number 36 Villa had already been compromised, so it was only natural for her to leave.

As for Han Long's body, she clearly had her ways of dealing with it.

Perhaps she destroyed it, or perhaps she handed it over to the police. Qin Fang could only speculate.

Thinking about this mysterious woman, Qin Fang couldn't help but turn his head to look back again. But then...

"Huh? She's gone too?"

The woman who was watching the races earlier seemed to have vanished completely, as though she had never been there in the first place.

Horse racing fans around him were still passionately watching the event, completely unaware of the woman's presence or absence.

This woman had disappeared so mysteriously that Qin Fang began to wonder if he'd seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"What are you staring at, handsome? Could it be that you're looking at me?"

At that moment, a crystal-clear voice suddenly sounded at Qin Fang's ear.

The intense shouts and cheers from the crowd seemed unable to drown out this voice, which felt like it had emerged directly from the depths of Qin Fang's mind.

Yet upon hearing the voice, instead of feeling familiarity, excitement, or joy, Qin Fang felt an icy chill run down his spine, breaking out into a sweat on his back.

Turning around, Qin Fang was greeted by a stunningly beautiful face—one that conveyed joy and anger effortlessly. The woman's sunglasses had been removed, revealing an exquisitely refined, heart-shaped face. Her jet-black hair was now tied back behind her shoulders, fully exposing her features.

"Who are you…"

The woman revealed her true appearance—an elegant beauty who could rival any goddess. Mature, enchanting, and brimming with a magnetic allure.

Her fox-like, mesmerizing eyes captivated immediately, enhanced further by her face, her figure, and the ripe aura she exuded. She possessed an allure capable of overwhelming any man in an instant.

Even Qin Fang, a man known for his extraordinary composure, couldn't help but experience an involuntary physiological reaction under her tantalizing gaze.

"Sorceress…"

If Qin Fang considered his first woman, Fan Ning, a seductress, then this woman before him was an enchantress—a venomous sorceress whose beauty chilled men to their core, as her dazzling exterior concealed a wicked heart.

The speed at which this woman appeared unsettled Qin Fang deeply.

Of course, the stands weren't far apart, and such a distance was sufficient for her to cross within a short period.

Nonetheless, their exchange of just a single glance seemed to suffice for her to approach proactively—almost as if Qin Fang had unknowingly played the role of a rich young playboy trying to flirt. From his perspective, there shouldn't have been any flaws in his demeanor.

Yet from that single glance, this woman initiated contact… To dismiss her as a fickle, promiscuous temptress who was easily enamored with men felt inaccurate to Qin Fang.

This woman was anything but simple. What startled Qin Fang further was his brief observation of her expression—the inexplicable discovery that her body remained untouched and pure, untainted by anyone!

"What's going on here?"

The conclusion seemed absurd to Qin Fang.

This wasn't his first encounter with the woman; he had seen her at Number 36 Villa the previous night, dressed in sheer pajamas as she leaned by Han Long's side.

At the time, Qin Fang had instantly identified her as Han Long's mistress.

Though Han Long was middle-aged, nearing fifty, it wasn't unusual for men of his age to have mistresses or paramours. Keeping such a stunning beauty by his side was certainly no coincidence.

But for this woman to retain her purity despite such circumstances, that was the part Qin Fang found utterly baffling.

"Could I have misjudged the situation?"

This seemed to be the only plausible explanation Qin Fang could offer himself, even though he rarely doubted the accuracy of his own assessments.

"What's wrong, handsome? Cat got your tongue?"

Lost in thought, Qin Fang appeared dazed, as though completely enthralled by the sorceress before him. His expression turned vacant, prompting the sorceress to lean closer to him, the faint fragrance of her scent immediately mesmerizing Qin Fang's senses.

"Gorgeous lady, you're stunning! May I know your name?"

This woman was far from ordinary—extraordinarily far.

To Qin Fang's shock, his trusted scouting skill had failed entirely on her, a rare anomaly. Yet this had happened with her.

Unable to rely on his skill, Qin Fang adopted a traditional approach, playing the role of a man hopelessly smitten, shamelessly flattering this fiery sorceress.

"My surname is Jiang. My given name is Rou…"

The sorceress—for reasons unknown—either failed to notice his pretense or genuinely found interest in him, smiling softly as she revealed her name.

"Jiang Rou? Lovely name…"

Qin Fang repeated the name in admiration, offering effusive compliments.

Though praising the name outwardly, Qin Fang doubted this was her real name. After all, his scouting skill failed to respond to her revelation, still returning the same result—"Unable to scout!"

"Little brother, would you do me the honor of sharing a meal and catching a movie with me?"

The sorceress proved unrelenting, taking the initiative to invite Qin Fang in a playful yet predatory manner, as though genuinely eager to seduce this fresh-faced young man…

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