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Ye Bingran did not respond, and Xia Shu took it as a tacit agreement.
"Don't worry, even if I withdraw, I will never expose your plan."
Ye Bingran replied lazily, "Sure."
Xia Shu was pleasantly surprised. "Thank you."
After a moment of silence, Ye Bingran's gaze flicked toward Xia Shu, his cold, deep black eyes carrying an almost imperceptible pressure. To outsiders, he was no match for Tan Yan, so it was understandable that Xia Shu felt apprehensive. However, this pawn had not yet been completely discarded; he needed to rekindle the darkness and greed within Xia Shu to make her useful to him. Once a person experiences the ultimate pleasure brought by power and wealth, they become addicted like someone on a mental opiate.
That was why he had brought Xia Shu to this vibrant place tonight—to let her experience the intoxicating feeling of indulgence.
He suddenly called out to Xia Shu, but just as the words rose to his throat, they were interrupted by the sudden sound of the door opening.
Two young and handsome male hosts entered, dressed in revealing and eye-catching attire, their overwhelming fragrance filling the air.
Ye Bingran sensed something was off; Di Jing Yu Ting was one of the top clubs in the country. Inside, not just the hosts but even the cleaners were professionally trained—such a mix-up was highly unlikely. The moment they stepped in, Ye Bingran stood up calmly and coldly called out to Xia Shu.
Xia Shu was confused about what was happening. Seeing Ye Bingran's reaction, she guessed that these two were not what he had ordered.
As Ye Bingran attempted to leave, he was blocked by the two men whose skin glowed with an unusual flush and whose eyes sparkled with excitement. In the ensuing shoving and pulling, Ye Bingran's still-healing wound burst open again, soaking his back with blood.
He could endure pain well; he had never made a sound even when a needle pierced his shoulder before. But this body that did not belong to him felt utterly useless—just a little blood loss made his head spin and swell.
With this minor setback, it was already too late; outside the door came a cacophony of hurried footsteps. Ye Bingran rubbed his temples, hands in his pockets, turning to sit back on the sofa with an air of nonchalance. He hadn’t touched anything he shouldn’t have; there were cameras in the room after all—he would merely be questioned for a few minutes.
The police arrived faster than expected, surrounding the private room completely.
As he was handcuffed and pushed into the police car, Ye Bingran didn't even lift his head. He thought to himself that Tan Yan was like a ghost, haunting him relentlessly, even following him to the club and refusing to let go. It seemed that he had too much free time on his hands; once he got out of the station, he would have to find a way to make things difficult for Tan Yan.
The urgent sound of police sirens echoed through the night, and the interrogation room was filled with those apprehended from the club. The next morning, before dawn broke, news of the sudden inspection at Di Jing Yu Ting hit the headlines but was quickly suppressed by unseen forces. The trending topic was removed in an instant, yet it stirred up quite a commotion in the city.
As a favored entertainment venue for the elite, any incident at Di Jing Yu Ting would inevitably invite retaliation, with the main target being those suspected of reporting it. However, this had nothing to do with Zheng Mengni. Last night, during her short shift, Gao Lei had mistakenly directed two drugged male hosts the wrong way due to his lack of understanding of Di Jing Yu Ting's layout. She had merely encountered a young woman who had been beaten half to death by a drunken boss and kindly pointed her towards the public phone location.
At that moment, she was sitting in a classroom preparing for exams; even though chaos reigned outside, it didn't affect her in the slightest. Zheng Mengni never expected that a simple outing for relaxation would lead to such unexpected surprises.
The incident at the club had caused quite a stir and was hard to ignore. Wei Jingxi was still half-asleep when he received a call from his friend Zhang Qian. The ringing annoyed him; there wasn't a single call he wanted to answer or cared about. Wei Jingxi hung up and tried to go back to sleep. During this time, he had been drowning himself in alcohol, attempting to numb his feelings and forget about those he shouldn't be reminiscing about. But the more he tried to forget, the harder it became.
Recently, rumors circulated at school that Zheng Mengni had been particularly upset after her breakup, spending all her time in the library, detached from the world. Wei Jingxi's first reaction was one of happiness; she couldn't let go or move on either. His second reaction was calmness. He understood better than anyone else.
In the world of Zheng Mengni, love is ranked at the very bottom. In her eyes, nothing is more important than studying and achieving success. Wei Jingxi could never compare to a test paper or a study guide.
Once the truth was clear and the initial impulse faded, he found himself less inclined to seek her out. To be precise, that impulse had been buried deep within him. If she could let go, then he couldn't afford to lose either.
Zhang Qian's calls never ceased; they would disconnect only to ring again immediately. Wei Jingxi found it infuriating. He despised being awake because it was only in sleep that the heartless person could briefly disappear from his world. Thus, he wished he could sleep for twenty out of the twenty-four hours in a day.
Wei Jingxi decided to block Zhang Qian's number, but just as he reached for his phone, the screen lit up. On his wallpaper, Zheng Mengni's crystal-clear eyes held a message that caught his attention.
Zhang Qian had sent a text: "I saw your ex-girlfriend checking into a hotel with a man last night!"
With a thud, his phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Wei Jingxi stared at his trembling hand, not understanding why it shook. He kept replaying the message in his mind—had he really sunk so low that he couldn't even comprehend what was happening?
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