Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi- Bo Studio
After Gu Shaoting left, he immediately called a friend to help him find out where Gu Huanhuan was.
At that moment, Gu Shaoting was sitting in a Mercedes-Benz driven by a chauffeur, speeding towards the largest entertainment venue in Bin City, the Kempinski.
The chauffeur had driven Gu Shaoting for so long and had never seen his face look so dark and troubled.
Usually, for personal matters, Gu Shaoting would drive himself. Today, seeing his gloomy mood, the chauffeur suggested he drive instead, and Gu Shaoting, after a momentâs thought, agreed.
Gu Shaoting was so angry because of Gu Huanhuan. She really didnât know her place, and he was determined to teach her a lesson.
After about half an hour, the car finally arrived at the Kempinski.
When Gu Shaoting got out of the car, his expression had improved significantly, but his face still wore a forbidding look, a warning not to approach him.
âMr. Gu, youâve finally arrived,â a young man in his twenties approached Gu Shaoting with a sense of relief. Serving the Gu familyâs young master was not an easy task.
âWhere is she?â Gu Shaoting asked with a stern face.
âMiss Gu is in VIP Room 206 on the second floor,â the man replied, feeling intimidated every time Mr. Gu wore that expression.
He led the way, quickly guiding Gu Shaoting upstairs.
Another VIP room? What was this girl up to? She really needed to be taught a lesson.
As they approached the private room, Gu Shaotingâs brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
All along the way were scantily clad women, some of whom deliberately bumped into Gu Shaoting and even directly invited him to have a drink, but Gu Shaoting avoided them all.
The place was suffocating, filled with the stench of alcohol, and seeing couples embracing and kissing shamelessly in the corridor made Gu Shaotingâs temples throb with anger. He felt the urge to flatten the whole place.
Gu Huanhuan, this girl, had really gone too far this time. He hadnât realized she had this kind of capability before.
âMr. Gu, weâre almost there,â the man said when he saw Gu Shaotingâs twisted forehead, eager to break the silence.
Finally, they arrived at the door of Room 206. âMr. Gu, Miss Gu is inside,â the man said, relieved to finally fulfill his duty.
Gu Shaoting opened the door and was greeted by a sight that made him deeply inhale. If he didnât have good manners and restraint, he might have smashed everything inside and thrown everyone out.
The private room was large, dimly lit, and filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Men and women sat on the couch, embracing each other. Their gaze was focused on the two people dancing passionately in the middle of the room.
The woman was wearing provocative makeup, a camisole, and denim shorts, gyrating wildly, while the man, dressed in a black shirt and tight black pants, moved his body rhythmically. They would draw close and then pull away.
Around them, men and women whistled and applauded. Especially the men present, their eyes were like hungry wolves fixed on the dancing woman.
The scene was wild, everyone was excited.
But in Gu Shaotingâs eyes, it was infuriating. He took a step forward, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around the dancing woman.
In a cold voice, Gu Shaoting said, âGu Huanhuan, do you know what youâre doing?â
The dancing woman finally regained her senses and saw Gu Shaoting in front of her.
Her heart sank. Why did it have to be her cousin? This was just her luck..