Chapter 31: Don't Come Provoking Me

There are no ugly people among the genes of the wealthy and powerful families.

There is a wildness between Shen Zhaojue's brows, carrying a hint of roguishness; he is quite intimidating when he keeps a cold face, and with his broad shoulders and long legs, he is a rather handsome and dashing man, yet when he smiles, it surprisingly carries a warmth like melting glaciers.

"Come closer."

The look in Ling Wu's eyes as he watched him was highly deceptive; he reached out gently, his cool fingertips stroking the five-fingered red mark on the side of Shen Zhaojue's face: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Zhaojue thought he had changed his mind and was a bit moved: "..... It hurts."

As a result, Ling Wu raised his hand and delivered a ruthless, merciless punch, striking him straight in the lower abdomen, nearly making him vomit the sour bile from his stomach.

Shen Zhaojue knelt halfway on the ground, the pain in his lower abdomen making it almost impossible for him to straighten up; Ling Wu's excessively beautiful face and calm, gentle temperament often made people forget that he was a man.

He possessed the strength and decisiveness that a normal man should have.

Shen Zhaojue coughed dryly a few times: "Cough...... cough cough!"

From above came the youth's cold-hearted and indifferent voice—"It's supposed to hurt."

"I see that slap wasn't painful enough for you, so I'll help you remember the lesson."

Ling Wu looked down at him from a high position, lifted his leg to step on his shoulder, and pressed down hard, his shoe tip grinding into his bones, the curve of his lips deepening: "Shen Zhaojue, stop coming to provoke me."

Not until the door lock clicked and the footsteps faded away did Shen Zhaojue throw a fierce punch at the floor and curse angrily: "Damn it!"

He stood up from the ground with a gloomy expression.

He slammed the door open and walked out, but behind him sounded a lazy voice watching the show—

"Isn't my brother's temper quite something?"

Shen Zhaojue turned to look; it was a face he didn't recognize, and seeing the other person's schadenfreude, they must have been eavesdropping for a long time.

His tone was very arrogant: "Who are you?"

The person was relaxed: "Jin Bei."

At this, Shen Zhaojue was somewhat surprised: "A member of the Jin Beidu family?"

No, that wasn't right; Jin Shaoyu had no younger brother, so the person before him could only be the illegitimate son that the head of the Jin Family had brought home later; although the Jin Family had blocked the news in time, the top of high society all knew this secret.

But which wealthy family didn't have a few illegitimate children?

As long as it wasn't brought out into the open, it was all acceptable.

Besides, Jin Bei's mother, Xiao Yu, was capable; not only did she get Jin Liangjin to marry her, but she also got both children entered into the Jin Family genealogy, shedding their status as illegitimate children.

Even so, the hierarchy of the wealthy was severe, and Shen Zhaojue, born a legitimate heir, looked down on those who climbed up using improper means.

"Oh." Shen Zhaojue's tone was his habitual high-and-mighty: "A mistress's son."

He had just been frustrated by Ling Wu, and now that he had met another member of the Jin Family, his tone was quite caustic.

Jin Bei kept his composure and proposed: "We can cooperate; I'll help you get him, how about that?"

A long silence.

"Fine."

Ever since that unpleasant incident in the private room, Ling Wu hadn't seen Yin Huaiyu and the others for several days, and his contact list had become completely quiet.

"Ding ding ding ding....."

Ling Wu was woken up in the middle of the night by his phone ringing; he opened his eyes and saw the time on the screen was 1:30, and the caller's name was Jin Shaoyu.

He pressed answer.

The person on the other end started speaking quickly, but it wasn't Jin Shaoyu's voice: "Hello? Is this Ling Wu?"

"I am Yu Shixue."

Ling Wu had just woken from his sleep, his voice a bit hoarse: "I am."

Yu Shixue noticed the abnormality in his voice but didn't press, guessing it was because he had been woken up: "Shao Yu is drunk and is clamoring for you to come pick him up."

Then he recited an address.

Ling Wu threw off the quilt, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his coat, and walked out: "I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ling Wu hailed a taxi and arrived at the destination quickly.

This was a high-end club; crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire lobby like daylight, the decor was luxurious, and the waitresses, with their hot, sexy, and charming figures, were all wearing miniskirts and sky-high heels.

Seeing Ling Wu, they immediately stuck to him with glowing eyes, hugging his arm and breathing like orchids: "Little Young Master, would you like me to serve you?"

Ling Wu pried off the waitress's fingers, which were like white scallions, took a bank card without a PIN from his coat, and gave it to her, his tone very sincere and considerate: "No need, thank you."

"Go home early."

Under this Empire with its strict class system and oppressive power, women suffered far more oppression than men.

The waitress was stunned: "Huh?"

Ling Wu had already walked away.

She had simply never met someone so pure as ice and snow; there wasn't a hint of lascivious desire for the flesh in his eyes, and the act of handing over the bank card was also very casual.

If it weren't for the fact that the aura around him was too clean, one would really mistake him for a playboy who frequented places of pleasure year-round.

The phone rang again.

Ling Wu answered, and Yu Shixue's voice came through the phone: "Have you arrived?"

On that end, a man's voice, not very clear-headed, could be heard faintly muttering: "Why... why hasn't he come to pick me up yet?"

Ling Wu: "I'm here."

Yu Shixue: "Come straight in, no need to knock."

Ling Wu still followed social etiquette, knocked on the door of the private room, and then walked in; the room was filled with smoke and playing deafening, rhythmic DJ music, and several dissolute-looking young scions were embracing others on both sides.

Yin Huaiyu was holding a beautiful youth in his arms, with fair skin and a thin build; looking closely, that temperament was somewhat similar to Ling Wu's.

Seeing Ling Wu push the door open and enter, the boy shyly acted like a spoiled child toward Yin Huaiyu: "Young Master Yin, isn't having me enough? Why did you call someone else to keep you company?"

"Heh."

Yin Huaiyu chuckled softly: "Do you think he came to keep me company?"

The beautiful youth looked up: "Isn't that the case?"

Yin Huaiyu picked up his wine glass and drained it in one gulp, saying to himself: "I actually wish he had come to keep me company."

In the corner, a playboy stared at Ling Wu as if he had discovered a new continent: "When did such a beautiful person come to this club? That waist, those legs... simply top-tier."

The person beside him slapped him: "What are you thinking!"

"That is Jin Shao's older brother."

"If you don't want to die, watch your mouth."

The playboy said again: "Doesn't Jin Shao refuse to acknowledge his brother?"

"No matter if he acknowledges him or not, he is still of the Jin Family seed." The latter added: "Do you dare to make a move?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

At the booth, where the light and shadow flickered, Yu Shixue waved a hand at him: "Ling Wu, come over to my side."

Seeing Ling Wu walk past his side, the beautiful youth couldn't help but fix his gaze upon him.

Even using the most critical eye, Ling Wu's appearance and bone structure were top-notch; he looked to be nearly 1.8 meters tall with excellent, perfect proportions, a firm and perky posterior, and from the side, those straight, slender legs wrapped in trouser legs were enough to make one's blood boil.

Ling Wu helped the unconscious, drunken Jin Shaoyu up; the smell of alcohol on him was so heavy it was as if he had just been fished out of a wine vat.

He nodded to Yu Shixue: "Then we will be leaving first."

Yu Shixue nodded: "Be careful on the way."