Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Xia Wanqing snatched the glass from Yan Xiruo’s pale hand before the latter could dump its content in her mouth. “Xiruo, let’s dance!” Xia Wanqing was the leading dancer of the bar, and Yan Xiruo had danced here when her family needed cash. When Xia Wanqing invited her to the dance floor, she accepted it.
The two young girls slid into the crowd.
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In the VIP lounge not far away from the dance floor, an imposing figure sat on the sofa. Black covered his athletic body, and his features looked like a perfect piece of work under the gloomy light. Smoke filled the room, but his enigmatic eyes followed the woman who was wiggling her body.
She had long and straight hair, and the innocent-looking white skirt she was wearing couldn’t hide her enchanting figure. There was no way of seeing her face with the flashy light, but he could tell that she was the woman from the night before.
“Interested in that woman?” The one speaking was Ye Juemo’s close friend, Ling Zhihan. His phoenix eyes squinted as he giggled.
Ye Juemo didn’t respond to him as he took a drag on the glowing cigar. His distant expression looked unpredictable.
Ling Zhihan was used to his personality. After a sip of wine, he recalled the night before. “Second Brother, He Cheng had the guts to drug you after discussing the contract. I heard that he sent you a girl as well.”
Many girls would throw themselves at him throughout the year, but he had always stayed disciplined. If it weren’t for the unexpected situation, he wouldn’t have lost himself last night.
“Zhihan, he trashed one of He Cheng’s arms, and He Cheng did admit that he arranged for a woman to go to the hotel. However, the woman had something urgent come up and didn’t manage to go.” Mu Yuchen adjusted his glasses with an earnest smile.
“What? Does that mean that our second brother still has his dignity intact…?”
Ye Juemo glared at him before Ling Zhihan could finish his words. “Juemo, I know that you’re dissatisfied. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange it now…” Ling Zhihan shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.
“Shut it!” Ye Juemo snapped the cigar. Grabbing the phone on the stool, he left without another word.
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Yan Xiruo felt her stomach hurt after she’d been dancing for a while. She rushed to the washroom after signaling Xia Wanqing.
When she came out and took a few steps, a drunk man stood in her way.
The man studied Yan Xiruo from head to toe and let out a desirous grin. “Girl, are you the new waitress? How much do you cost?”
Yan Xiruo’s face sank, and she stomped past the man without a word.