Although Guo Bing was still sitting to the left of Zhou Wang, the seat to Zhou Wang’s right finally became available.
But just as Cheng Yiyi began to move her butt, someone was quicker, no, this girl who suddenly cut in was purely cheating—
She stepped over with her long legs beneath a mini skirt, directly treading along the edge of the sofa, a light step landed her beside Zhou Wang, and due to a loss of balance, she fell into Zhou Wang’s lap.
Yet in Cheng Yiyi’s eyes, the intentional traces couldn’t be more obvious.
It was that internet-famous female DJ Jiang Mubai...
Cheng Yiyi was seething, but she had no idea how to react. After all, nominally, she had no relationship with Zhou Wang, so there seemed to be no reason to make Jiang Mubai leave.
Cheng Yiyi could only vent by chugging her drink, all the while watching helplessly as that Jiang wench giggled and whispered continuously in Zhou Wang’s ear...
Under Jiang Mubai’s seduction, there was a moment when Zhou Wang lifted his hand and ended up placing his palm on her fair thigh, and as Jiang Mubai occasionally leaned forward and backward, Zhou Wang’s hand was inadvertently rubbed as well.
Yes, in Cheng Yiyi’s eyes, it was all Jiang Mubai actively seducing Zhou Wang, not that Zhou Wang genuinely wanted to take advantage of Jiang Mubai.
She was about to grind her teeth to pieces, yet she had no idea what to do...
But at the moment when Cheng Yiyi was feeling exceptionally "helpless," the thing that made her breathe a sigh of relief was Zhou Wang finally standing up, seemingly heading to the bathroom.
When he comes back, I’ll immediately follow him inside.
This was what Cheng Yiyi was thinking when she noticed that Jiang Mubai also stood up, grabbed Zhou Wang’s arm, and left the booth laughing and joking together, heading towards the bathroom.
Why did they need to go to the bathroom together?
Cheng Yiyi had a bad premonition rising in her heart, but she couldn’t care less anymore. She suddenly stood up as well amidst Song Rui’s bewildered gaze and headed toward the bathroom.
At popular nightclubs, going to the bathroom usually required waiting in line, especially for women.
But there’s an exception.
That’s when you’re seated in a VIP booth.
Having spent that kind of money, it’s too degrading to line up for the bathroom, so generally, nightclubs have bathrooms exclusively for VIP booths.
Once, there was a real news story about a rapper performing at a nightclub in Magic City. He went to the VIP bathroom and ended up getting beaten...
Why are you using the bathroom we paid for?
Although it was because they didn’t recognize him as the performing guest, the incident was still quite absurd.
At this moment, the restroom Zhou Wang and Jiang Mubai went to was even more private—it was a dedicated washroom only open to shareholders and special guests.
Situated behind the manager’s office, the duty manager personally led them and left them at the corner.
After the duty manager discreetly faded away, in the corridor that still lingered with the scent of incense, Jiang Mubai, who had been walking fine just a moment ago, suddenly leaned over, whispering lightly in Zhou Wang’s ear, "Mr. Zhou, I, I feel a little dizzy..."
"What should we do? Don’t faint while taking care of business."
Zhou Wang didn’t expect Jiang Mubai’s alcohol tolerance to be so low, given that she’d hardly had more than two beers.
Being a considerate man, although he despised the other’s lack of alcohol tolerance, Zhou Wang still thoughtfully wrapped an arm around her slender waist to let her lean on him.
After walking a few more steps forward, they reached the hallway’s end, where there were two bathrooms opposite each other on the left and right, unisex, each a private cubicle.
Leaning against Zhou Wang, Jiang Mubai twisted open the door of the right bathroom, stepped in with one foot, then bit her lip and glanced back at Zhou Wang, her eyes full of seduction, "What else can you do, but let Mr. Zhou join me while taking care of things..."
With that, Jiang Mubai smoothly pulled Zhou Wang into the bathroom.
Jiang Mubai twisted skillfully, and as she leaned back, she tightly shut the bathroom door.
Under the bright incandescent light, Jiang Mubai locked the door, then tilted her head to look at Zhou Wang, who was close at hand.
In the narrow space beside the washbasin, these two dogs... these two people locked eyes, and the air was thick with a frenzy of ambiguous hormones.