He smiled maliciously, turned, and left.
Who would dare ask him for money? Who would dare stop him?
But before leaving, he lowered his eyes and glanced under the table. He frowned.
The table was a single-pillar table, with only one support column and a glass base. There were no table legs.
Lin Shanghuai frowned. The feeling of his toe grinding against the pillar lingered; it couldn't be an illusion.
He had been strictly disciplined since childhood, with almost no bad habits—only one:
When he was in a bad mood, his feet couldn't help but want to step on something. His mother said his fidgeting made him seem effeminate. He was forced to change but never completely, still retaining a bit of his ingrained vice.
It was like his genes—rotten to the core.
So he didn't think twice and left directly.
And Qi Sui, because his foot had finally left her calf, sighed in relief.
As the crowd stirred, she slipped through a small gap, grabbed the woman who had told her to change clothes, and asked, "Sis, do you know where Chen Ping is?"
She had roughly scanned the area but didn't see that familiar face.
The woman was startled, thought for a moment, and said, "Should be on the fourth floor. Some young masters are there. Don't go over there and offend anyone!"
Qi Sui hurriedly slipped through the crowd and climbed the stairs.
Wan Zi Qian Hong was six stories high. In this era, building such a tall building was already an incredible feat, let alone having the entire building used by Huang Zhentian for his club. If not for his resourceful father, it would have been nearly impossible.
By the time Qi Sui reached the fourth floor, she was panting. The steps between floors were very high in those days, and it was hard for a short person to lift their legs.
The layout of the fourth floor was different from below. It had small cubicles, but unlike the staff dorms downstairs, each private room was luxuriously decorated with soft padding on the walls, which was very soundproof. Such extensive renovation must have cost a fortune.
But Qi Sui didn't know that.
She only wanted to find Brother Chen Ping and get her hundred yuan back.
She met a neatly dressed, pretty waitress and was about to ask for directions when the door beside her opened, and a stooped man came out, grabbing the pretty woman and kissing her.
The two were oblivious, entwined, twisting as if they were about to do something.
Qi Sui's eyes widened. She looked left and right, then slipped into an unlocked private room next door. It was pitch black and didn't seem occupied.
She planned to wait until those two had passed before going out, to avoid embarrassment.
She pressed her ear against the door, eavesdropping foolishly.
Even with soundproofing, it was too close. The man even pressed the pretty woman against the door, calling her "baby" intimately.
Oh my.
Qi Sui curled her toes in embarrassment, wanting them to go away.
The two outside started talking. She stood in the room in despair, waited until her feet were numb, then decided to sit down on the sofa she felt along the wall.
She knew sofas. The village chief had an old one at home, very soft.
She groped along the back of the sofa; the leather made a rustling sound. Her fingertips felt a cool sensation. Judging the length, she bent her knees and crawled, trying to sit down.
In the darkness, she couldn't see anything, so she tried to be cautious.
Until her hand touched an obstacle. She guessed it was the end of the sofa, so she dropped her hand, turned her butt, and sat directly on the soft sofa with a sigh.
"What bad luck—" Before she finished complaining, a familiar voice sounded beside her, almost making her scream.
"Dummy, have you had enough groping?" Lin Shanghuai frowned, looking at this stupid-looking country woman sitting next to him, her fingers still poking his thigh, full of irritation.
"!"
Qi Sui jumped up violently.
"Ah!!!"
"Enough, stop yelling. People might think I did something to you." Lin Shanghuai reached out and precisely covered her mouth, threatening and coaxing: "Keep your voice down. Once they're gone, you leave too, or I'll have someone throw you out, you dummy village girl!"
Qi Sui, her mouth covered, couldn't speak, only hummed in response, her watery eyes like an autumn pond, huge and startling, set in a small face. It seemed that with her mouth covered, only her eyes were left.
Like a poor fawn caught.
Looking at her up close, this dummy did have a fairly pretty face.
But Lin Shanghuai didn't have the dirty thoughts of other men. He immediately let go, scooted over, and sat farther away from her.
Qi Sui was uneasy.
She was afraid of being exposed, but she was determined to get her money back. So she could only sit there in panic, not daring to move.
She heard the rustling sounds of the man beside her. In less than ten seconds, a faint little lamp on the table lit up, a dim yellow light. Generally, this was used for atmosphere in clubs.
Lin Shanghuai's face was blurry and faint in the dim light, his expression suddenly showing a hint of softness.
On the table were a bottle of wine and an empty glass.
Lin Shanghuai lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at Qi Sui, and said casually, "You, pour me some wine."
Hearing this, Qi Sui wrinkled her nose, indeed smelling a faint scent of alcohol. It wasn't unpleasant. It wasn't the kind of grain liquor that could knock out a farmer, but rather a fruity sweetness.
It seemed more like sweet juice than wine.