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Mu Shaosi followed closely behind Xinran as they entered Ires, calmly weaving through the crowd on the dance floor until he reached the bar. Once seated, he casually picked up a glass of vodka from the table and downed it. His gaze, hidden behind sunglasses, scanned the noisy and crowded dance floor, locking onto Xinran as she danced closely with a stranger.
"What brings both you and Young Master Si here today?" Duan Ruyin, sitting on the inside of the bar, glanced at Young Master Si in the distance before casting a sidelong look at Shinohara Ryo, teasingly asking.
"And what wind blew you, a licensed person, here? Duan Ruyin, I know you well enough. If you weren't here to enjoy the spectacle, you'd surely be hiding away in some woman's boudoir at this hour instead of watching the shop!" Shinohara Ryo replied with a charming smile, lightly resting his hand on Duan Ruyin's shoulder.
"I provide the venue while you provide the entertainment; it's a pity Teng isn't here to witness Young Master Si's performance!" Duan Ruyin said, her fair and delicate features lighting up with a radiant smile.
From the moment Xinran stepped into Ires, she felt an urge to leave. She regretted coming to such a place. Although she had spent considerable time in the entertainment industry and knew that nightclubs were favored indulgent spots for many in her circle, she preferred tranquil and serene environments. This noisy and chaotic atmosphere was not suited for her. However, out of spite against Mu Shaosi, she resolved to stay until the end, no matter how much she wanted to leave.
The dance floor was sizzling with energy; perhaps this was the typical scene in nightclubs. Even two strangers could dance together, kiss passionately, or even head upstairs for a night of excitement. The upper level of Ires was known as a "happyonenight" motel—wasn't that fitting?
There was no doubt about Xinran's beauty; as soon as she entered, she attracted the attention of many men who eyed her like predators. They subtly moved closer to her, hoping to share a dance or perhaps something more intimate.
While the men fixated on Xinran as their prey, she too was scanning for an appealing man. She gradually approached a Gentleman wearing a dark casual shirt nearby, flashed him an enchanting smile, and draped her arm over his shoulder to begin dancing together...
She was well aware that Mu Shaosi was watching her. That man possessed an undeniable aura that stood out even in such a dimly lit and lavish environment. Xinran silently mocked her own naivety; after all, he was the Underworld Young Master, someone who led an entire organization and naturally exuded authority. But what did that have to do with her?
Hadn't she decided to sever ties with him completely? Was it really just his few words that stirred her vanity? Had she forgotten the pain he had caused her not long ago? No, she wouldn't allow herself to be so weak. With that thought in mind, Xinran flashed a seductive smile and kissed the lips of the man before her!
Feeling Xinran's initiative, the Gentleman was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his composure. It was in a man's nature to take charge in front of a woman; he captured Xinran's lips with his own, his tongue attempting to explore her mouth...
From a distance, Mu Shaosi watched the scene unfold, his hand tightening around the cup noodles, veins bulging. He waved his hand, and one of his subordinates approached. He whispered a few instructions into the subordinate's ear, who nodded and then called over two or three others before heading down to the dance floor.
Just as Gentleman was about to continue his advance, Mu Shaosi's subordinate arrived beside him and Xinran, discreetly nudging Gentleman. Then, he pulled Xinran away, flanking her on both sides with two others, and they began to lead her away from the dance floor towards Mu Shaosi's direction.
Xinran realized that this was Mu Shaosi's order. Although she felt some resentment, she also breathed a sigh of relief. If that man had truly pushed his tongue into her mouth and tangled with hers, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to hold back her disgust. Kissing a stranger was not enjoyable at all; it made her feel nauseous. Yet, how well did she really know Mu Shaosi? She had been just as unfamiliar with him, yet she had not only kissed him but also gone to bed with him, giving everything away!
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