Watching Mu Yang’s silly, infatuated grin, Lin Zifeng nearly passed out from exasperation....
Soon, they immersed themselves in a tumultuous affair. But halfway through, Mu Yang suddenly rejected Lin Zifeng, nearly infuriating him to death....
When the afterglow of dusk had completely settled, despite Mu Yang’s countless pleas to stay the night, she was ultimately turned down by Lin Zifeng.
"If I keep staying here, won’t you just fuck me dry?"
As she was leaving, Mu Yang appeared extremely reluctant to part, as if overcome with the sorrow of seeing someone off on a long journey.
Once Lin Zifeng left Mu Yang’s place, he felt an incredible lightness throughout his body. He hadn’t expected this woman to be so direct, so fierce — truly one of Tianyu Group’s exceptional characters.
Of course! Lin Zifeng didn’t feel like he owed her anything, after all. It was a fair exchange, unspoken but understood. At their age, it’s only natural to steal some pleasures on the side. Over the past few days, Mu Yang had been revolving around him, just waiting for this day to come. Now that it’s been resolved, they can simply act like nothing happened when they see each other at the company. Given the decadent nightlife of today’s urban men and women, Lin Zifeng was hardly naive enough to think Mu Yang was still untouched.
Standing downstairs, he lit a cigarette and took a long, leisurely breath. Pulling out a black business card with a dragon pattern from his pocket, he eyed the familiar name as a sly smile curled the corners of his lips.
Hailing a taxi, he directed it to the address on the card. About an hour later, Lin Zifeng arrived at a lavishly decorated entertainment club.
Glancing up, the club’s design and style were unmistakably geared toward a youthful and fashionable audience, situated on the edge of the West District near Zhonghai City center. Neon lights scattered their brilliance across the bustling plaza, and with the outdoor music pulsing with energy, a group of street-dancing youths got down, rolling and tumbling in a syncopated rhythm. Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh, perplexed at the choice to learn these rollicking moves from foreigners instead of traditional dancing.
Stepping into Qiao Bu’en’s club, Lin Zifeng had initially assumed it would be just mediocre. However, upon entering, he sensed something extraordinary about the place.
Without getting into how luxurious it was inside, just at the entrance, there were over a dozen imposing men in black suits and sunglasses, guarding the interior doorway. Each guest had to pass through a magnetic metal frame, but once inside, their expressions instantly became unbridled, as if they had taken some exhilarating drug, and began shouting and jumping like they had reached some sort of paradise.
Lin Zifeng found it quite intriguing. What kind of club could induce such anticipation and excitement?
It seemed there must be hidden dragons within this club. Lighting another cigarette, Lin Zifeng nonchalantly followed the footsteps of the patrons in front of him. As he passed by the men in black, he just gave them a smile. The electromagnetic door didn’t make a move, allowing him to walk inside.
Upon entering the club, several young women dressed in bright, revealing clothes and heavy makeup approached him, each with a joyous smile on their faces.
"How many, handsome?"
Two heavily made-up young women hurried over, offering Lin Zifeng a warm smile, their flirtatious and ghostly demeanor catching him slightly off guard.
"Just one," Lin Zifeng said, smiling as he extended his index finger.
"Right this way, please," the young woman replied cheerfully, intent on getting Lin Zifeng to drink a few rounds with her that night. In such a large entertainment club, it was common to coax customers into buying drinks, as these women were specially hired by the club to accompany and entertain the guests.