Very soon, a few people followed Zhao Yan to the first floor, where the music was noticeably quieter. At the front of the hall was a small stage, with no traditional buffet table, but there was plenty of champagne and beer to take freely. A cocktail bar was set up, and servers in flashy outfits also provided individual drink lists and menus to suit various needs.
Through the front door, in the outdoor garden area, there was a barbecue bar. A bearded chef with an exotic flair was tossing seasonings, seemingly accompanied by a magician performing nearby, drawing quite a crowd.
Zhao Yan glanced around and quickly led a few people to a round table in a side hall where several young men in expensive attire were chatting and laughing.
Zhao Yan called out, and the crew-cut young man sitting centrally on the sofa turned his head. He wore glasses, his face was somewhat square, and looked well over thirty. His slightly elongated eyes gave an uncomfortable feeling when staring directly.
The young man Zhao Yan called "Peng Bro" saw Zhao Yan and stood up with a smile, casually patting his shoulder.
"You made it... Why are you so late?"
"Got stuck in traffic, hurried as much as I could but still late, sorry, Peng Bro!"
Zhao Yan apologized repeatedly and then started introductions, "Peng Bro, let me introduce, Song Rui, a buddy of mine from Yangcheng. His family lacks everything except for houses, hahaha... These two are Cheng Yiyi and Xu Jing, both flight attendants!"
"Xue Peng, just call him Peng Bro like I do, one of the famous ’Beidou Four Young Masters,’ someone I deeply respect!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noⅴelfire.net
Zhao Yan turned to the three with a grand introduction of the young man’s identity.
Song Rui and the others quickly echoed, with Xu Jing’s voice the sweetest of all.
Xue Peng’s gaze swept over the three, paused on Cheng Yiyi and Xu Jing, then smiled and shook hands with Song Rui.
"Once you’re here, you’re friends. Have fun and enjoy."
Because of Zhao Yan’s demeanor and Xue Peng’s invisible aura, Song Rui and the others couldn’t help but feel a little restrained and quickly responded repeatedly.
At this moment, Xue Peng raised his eyes and called out from a distance, "Zihan!"
Zihan, with crystal high heels and strikingly alluring long legs under her skirt hem, heard Xue Peng’s call and walked over with a smile.
"What’s up, Peng Bro?"
"Come, let me introduce you. You’ve met Zhao Yan; these are all his friends..."
Xue Peng casually remarked, then smiled at Song Rui and the others, "She is the host of today’s house, our Beijing Circle’s little princess Zhou Zihan... Zihan, please join us for a drink."
Upon Xue Peng’s gesture, Zhou Zihan greeted the few people before taking a glass of red wine from a nearby server and sipped it lightly after clinking glasses.
"Zihan, aren’t you going to toast?"
"If I have to toast with everyone, I’d be drunk to death tonight. I’ll pass... You guys enjoy yourselves; I’m off!"
Zhou Zihan narrowed her eyes and hummed before turning and walking away.
Xue Peng’s smile froze, and then he laughed heartily, explaining to the others, "Zihan is just like that, a bit moody sometimes. Don’t mind her."
"No worries, no worries..."
"Her parents set up a fund for her. Now that she’s an adult, she gets a monthly income of five million, so she truly doesn’t need to care about others’ opinions."
Xue Peng said nonchalantly.
Five million a month...
Even Song Rui, from the most privileged background, was taken aback, not to mention Cheng Yiyi and Xu Jing. Zhao Yan then laughed and responded:
"Peng Bro, that project you did at the start of the year netted a single profit of over thirty million, right? I tagged along with a bit of investment and made thirty thousand..."
A smile appeared at the corner of Xue Peng’s mouth, and he waved his hand, saying, "Thanks to the support of the brothers, nothing worth mentioning... Have a seat, everyone, make some room for the ladies. Surely, we won’t let them stand?"
After Cheng Yiyi and the others sat down, Zhao Yan glanced around, then leaned over to Xue Peng and asked softly:
"Peng Bro, has President Qiu, Mr. Jiang, and the others arrived yet..."
"The party was initiated by Old Qiu, so he should have arrived long ago. As for Jiang Minghao, I just saw him head to the second floor."
Xue Peng’s expression turned a bit cold, "You know I don’t quite get along with them, so..."
"Understood, understood!"
"Let’s drink... These two girls seem quite lovely, where did you find them? Tell me more."
Xue Peng wrapped his arm around Zhao Yan and sat down, laughing softly.
Second-floor reception room.
Soft black velvet wrapped the walls, and on the expensive hand-painted artwork, the goddess without a stitch of clothing amidst the stars gazed at everyone with an ethereal stance. In the softly lit space by crystal wall lamps, Zhou Wang leaned back on the sofa, lost in contemplation at the artwork.
The painting has an artistic vibe, but something about it feels peculiar, though Zhou Wang couldn’t quite tell what at the moment.
Just as he was about to reach for a cigarette on the table, a slender hand reached out from beside him, placing the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it for him.
Additionally, the young lady in a blue and white maid outfit with flesh-colored stockings, accentuating her slim waist and long legs, knelt on the carpet in front of Zhou Wang after lighting his cigarette, holding the ashtray for Zhou Wang to flick ashes without needing to get up.
...Their outfits are quite clever in design, covering important areas while displaying the rounded waistline, full thighs, and smooth back broadly. With just simple ribbons weaving through, they provoke endless imagination.