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Youzucheng has three levels, each with its own unique flavor.
The first level is filled with the scent of heavy metal, attracting young men and women who have been battered by the realities of life—those who are rebellious by nature or simply looking to find someone to share a warm bed with in a crowded place. Most are ordinary consumers, lost in the chaotic beauty around them.
Typically, the first level only opens at night, as those who come here generally dislike the harshness of sunlight.
Ikeda Masahiro is someone who dislikes nightclubs and noise, so whenever she plays pool, the spectators nearby fall silent. However, this time she was forcibly dragged out by Jufeng. Despite her numerous protests, she ultimately succumbed to Romain's coercion and sweet talk.
In the past half month, Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro had only visited this place once at night. It was bustling with voices and flickering lights, creating a rather decadent atmosphere.
The surreal environment often prevents many from recognizing themselves clearly, leading them to lose themselves in the moment—essentially forgetting who they are. Ikeda Masahiro has a presence that turns heads wherever she goes, so when she entered this place, several seasoned patrons who frequented the venue immediately took notice of her.
However, experienced individuals know better than to act impulsively; women like her, untouched by worldly affairs, are usually already revered at some temple.
What does it mean to be revered? It signifies an existence that others can only admire from afar. Thus, most choose to observe quietly. Of course, there are always bold fools who express their overwhelming feelings for Ikeda Masahiro without understanding their place.
Naturally, all they received in return was Ikeda Masahiro looking at them as if they were fools. Later on, Jufeng engaged in a conversation about life with one such individual, who then excitedly performed a sensual dance before fleeing as if he had seen a ghost. After leaving, he even had someone casually touch him, prompting him to involuntarily break into dance as if possessed.
If Jufeng knew that someone mistook his touch for something romantic and almost labeled him as gay, he would surely be disgusted.
Having learned from the foolhardy actions of others, the seasoned patrons understood that this woman was off-limits. They suppressed their impulses and no one dared to approach Ikeda Masahiro again; the atmosphere remained quiet thereafter.
When Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro arrived at Youzucheng, they spent most of their time on the second floor. This area is the upscale section of Youzucheng, contrasting sharply with the first floor. The soundproofing here is exceptionally high-end; stepping onto the second floor feels like entering a sacred place for meditation—everything is serene, even cleansing the soul.
This space caters to nobility; however, it’s not just about wealth—everyone who reaches this level has received approval from the goddess. Thus, being considered noble means being recognized by her.
Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro were able to gain such recognition thanks to Yahui's grace and kindness.
As for the third level, it is a forbidden zone within Youzucheng; only those personally led by the goddess may ascend. This area serves as a private retreat for the goddess's men when they visit Youzucheng, promising an entirely different atmosphere.
Unfortunately, very few have ever made it to the third level. Jufeng has long desired to explore it. With Ikeda Masahiro's help and after much persistence on his part over several days, he finally caught a glimpse of hope.
The goddess had promised to ask if her man was willing to meet Liu Feng. Today, she came to get the answer.
In Youzucheng, Ikeda Masahiro referred to Liu Feng as Liu Feng. Liu Feng called Ikeda Masahiro Li Yahui.
And here, the goddess was known as Zhao Yani.
As they walked through the currently calm first floor, only two girls were casually cleaning in the center of the dance floor, while a young man behind the bar was organizing various bottles.
Ascending the stairs, which were traditional wooden steps—broad and rounded—felt very safe and comfortable, providing great convenience for those in high heels.
In the morning, very few people would come to this establishment for leisure; they were either busy making a living or handling household chores. The best time for physical and mental labor was rarely wasted on enjoyment.
However, Liu Feng and Ikeda Masahiro were exceptions, as they came here for what Liu Feng described as his work.
On the second floor, there was a reception area where a very professional woman worked. She appeared to be around Ikeda Masahiro's age and often wore a professional smile. According to Liu Feng's understanding, she remained single and alone.
Upon seeing Liu Feng and Ikeda Masahiro arrive, the woman displayed her habitual smile, quickly standing up and greeting them with a pleasant voice: "Mr. Liu, President Zhao has arranged everything. The right-side Dance of the Sandal VIP room will have someone to receive you both. President Zhao will arrive a bit later."
Liu Feng and Ikeda Masahiro slowly separated their linked arms and leaned on the front desk with their elbows, revealing a charming smile. Pretending to be annoyed, Liu Feng said, "Isn't it supposed to be Brother Feng? If you don't behave next time, I might just have to spank you."
This remark would have been cute if directed at a small child, but it seemed rather frivolous when aimed at a professional adult woman.
However, she had long since grown accustomed to Liu Feng's playful demeanor. For some reason, President Zhao treated him favorably while she remained just an employee trying to make a living. Naturally, she had to cater to his whims and avoid provoking him.
She chuckled softly, covering her face with her delicate hand as she whispered playfully, "Brother Feng, the beauty behind you doesn’t look too pleased. Otherwise, I would have made sure to give you a warm welcome."
Liu Feng paused at her words; she had hit a soft spot. He chuckled lightly and said "naughty," then hurried back to Ikeda Masahiro's side as they headed toward the designated room.
As Liu Feng and Ikeda Masahiro walked away, the professional smile on the woman's face vanished completely. Her expression gradually turned cold; she despised such frivolous playboys.
Yet the most lamentable thing was that she still had to flatter such people while her inner self revealed a smile that starkly contrasted with the facade of hellish servitude she wore.
Walking through the corridor, Ikeda Masahiro looked at Jufeng and said, bewildered, "Can't you see that she is two-faced? The heart behind her smile might have already torn you apart. Yet you still go and tease her; it makes me feel sick just watching."
Jufeng's gaze swept over the nameplates on the rooms beside them as he chuckled softly, "Isn't this just life? Many people waste their precious lives and youth on things that make them unhappy. Life only happens once; if she chooses this path, I will naturally help her. Look, we both performed quite well."
Ikeda Masahiro snorted coldly, unable to agree with Jufeng's worldview and values. That poor woman still thought Jufeng was a cynical rich kid. He recalled how quickly he had seen through Romain's disguise back in the Pool Hall.
Every room on the second floor of Youzucheng was exquisitely decorated. Exquisite did not mean luxurious; it meant having taste. Clearly, Zhao Yani's taste had gained recognition from the world; otherwise, Youzucheng would not be renowned in the northwest.
The unique taste also lay in Zhao Yani's poetic charm. Each room on the second floor had a distinctive name, all derived from ancient poetic forms, such as Poppy, Phoenix Perches on Wutong, and the room Jufeng and his companion were headed to: Dance of the Sandal. Each series was further divided into grades, arranged in order of A, B, C, D.
The room they were going to, Dance of the Sandal A-grade room, featured top-notch decorations throughout Youzucheng. It was evident how much Zhao Yani favored Jufeng and his companion.
(To be continued)
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