As the door of the room opened, the odor of tobacco and alcohol confronted them.
Lan Huixin frowned reflexively.
Huangguan Club spanned nine floors, each having its own level of prestige.
The higher the floor, the greater the prestige.
Yesterday, they were on the third floor, today, the fifth floor.
Looking up, she could spot every corner of the room.
An overweight middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, puffing on a ladyâs cigar. Sparkling diamonds embedded in her finely manicured nails gleamed under the lights.
Next to her sat two men, each accompanied by a girl serving drinks, creating an exotic and captivating scene.
âHonghong, Iâve brought her over,â stated Han Yue with utmost respect.
The woman exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up.
Her sharp and shrewd eyes made Lan Huixin feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were a commodity being examined.
âWhatâs your name?â
The sight of her made the other two men lose interest in their courtesans. They began to appraise Lan Huixin from head to toe with intrigue.
Suppressing her discomfort, Lan Huixin said, âMy name is Lan Huixin.â
âNice name. Youâre a student at the Film Academy, arenât you? Is your teacher Mr. Zhang Yun?â
âMr. Zhao, letâs not make a fuss over it. Itâs not like Miss Lan is branded with Mr. Zhouâs name.â
âGuys, letâs not fight. Mr. Zhou, rest assured, Miss Lan is yours. As for you, Mr Zhao...â
Liang Xiaohong moved closer to Mr. Zhao, swiping a finger softly across his chest, a hint of seduction in her actions. She then whispered in his ear, âMr. Zhao, I have an even more premium product here, guaranteed to make your evening worthwhile.â Winking at him as she finished speaking.
Mr. Zhao erupted into loud laughter, looking at Lan Huixinâs exquisite white neck under the light, âIs it even more premium than this?â
âThereâs no comparison. My heart has always belonged to you, Mr Zhao. So, about this investment...â
âIf itâs really as you say, and Iâm satisfied, we can discuss it further.â
Liang Xiaohong began to laugh, âMr. Zhao, you better get your wallet ready.â
Zhao Heqiang took a sip of his drink, pushing away the woman who was trying to get closer to him.
He was now completely engrossed in the âpremium productâ that Liang Xiaohong mentioned. If she was even more beautiful than Lan Huixin, just how stunning would she be?
He was starting to feel impatient.
Liang Xiaohong calmed Zhao Heqiang and blinked at Han Yue. Han Yue nodded and left the room.
Lan Huixin narrowed her eyes, took a step back and covered her pale lips, âMr. Zhou, donât do this, Iâm scared...â Mr. Zhou, on seeing the coy and bashful girl, was itching to get closer. However, he didnât want to scare her off so he grabbed a glass of wine from the table and offered it to her fondly, âCome, have a drink with me.â
Lan Huixin shook her head, âI donât drink.â
âHow can that be? Let me teach you...â
In the next room, Zhu Xiangxiang was restless.