Chapter 199

In a daze, He Lele vaguely heard the sound of her mobile phone text message. She opened her eyes tiredly, only to see Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looking at something on her phone.

Speaking of this phone, she had originally thought she wouldn't be able to get it back, but Mu Wei had brought her cloth bag and phone back, which made her very suspicious about whether he had any connection with organizations like the "Beggar Sect."

She didn't speak, wanting to wait quietly for Producer Seeing Shentu Mo to finish reading. Ren Lingyu usually called directly if she had something, so the text messages on her phone were almost all junk advertisements, but—what kind of advertisement could make him look for so long?

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked at the line of text on the screen, his black eyes becoming increasingly deep.

Zhai Feiyun: Who are you under right now?

Author's Note:

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☆, (13 Fresh Coins) Chapter 175: Absolutely No Sharing

Who are you under right now?

After sending the text, knowing she probably wouldn't see it for a while, he still stared at the phone screen, waiting. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Waiting for her to get angry? Waiting for her to deny it? Or waiting for her to say the name of the man who was holding her?

"Young Master Zhai, you haven't come to play for a long time, how come you're still looking at your phone even though you rarely come here? Come, I'll drink with you." Duoya, the club's top hostess, smiled and leaned against Zhai Feiyun, pouring wine into the glass in his hand and clinking it gently with his.

The crisp sound of the glass collision was very stimulating to the ears, but Zhai Feiyun seemed not to hear it, and with a cold handsome face, he raised his wrist and drank the wine in the glass.

"Young Master Zhai has something on his mind?"

Zhai Feiyun glanced coldly at the top princess who looked pure and elegant. He hadn't called for a woman to accompany him, and this woman daring to come in by herself without him getting angry was already giving her enough face as the top princess.

Duoya smiled sensibly and said gently, "Duoya won't ask, Duoya will drink with Young Master Zhai."

One cup after another, one bottle after another.

The wine poured into his mouth had long since lost its taste, but Zhai Feiyun still drank cup after cup, his movements lazy and elegant, like a jaguar killing time... Only the gradual blur and hesitation in those romantic eyes slightly revealed his struggling state of mind.

While Duoya was pouring him wine, one of her beautiful, moist hands gently rested on his firm, warm thigh, slowly stroking and moving up, covering the large object in his crotch through his casual trousers, rubbing and kneading skillfully.

The flesh in her palm gradually became full and hard. Duoya looked at Zhai Feiyun with charming affection, but was scared by his extremely cold eyes, and her small hand was suddenly pulled back.

"Sorry, Young Master Zhai!" Duoya trembled, hurriedly stood up to apologize, and fled in a panic.

However, not long after, Zhai Feiyun took the initiative to call the madam, and booked all the hostesses who hadn't gone out yet to drink and sing with him. Duoya took a look outside the private room; Zhai Feiyun was surrounded by women, looking dashing and romantic, completely different from his cold-as-ice appearance just now. Anything abnormal is a demon; Duoya decided not to wade into these muddy waters. Sure enough, not long after, screams and the sound of crashing and breaking came from the private room—a hostess was kicked away by him because she reached into his shirt, hitting the corner of the coffee table, bleeding from her head, and fainting.

Half an hour later, Zong Jieran, who had been called by the madam, just pushed open the door of the private room and was almost hit by a wine bottle flying toward him.

"... What are you here for?"

Zong Jieran scanned the mess in the room, "Finished drinking? Just in time, I brought two bottles." Saying this, he sat down next to Zhai Feiyun and threw a bottle into his arms, while he opened one himself and drank it down.

Zhai Feiyun picked up the wine bottle, looked at Zong Jieran beside him, threw the bottle aside, and lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What? Not drinking anymore?" Zong Jieran put down the wine bottle, "Ironic, isn't it? We used to be proud of our ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but now it's pathetic that we want to get drunk but can't."

"If you don't want me to burn your curly hair, get lost."

"... Don't worry, I'm not here to watch the show." Zong Jieran took out a cigarette and flicked one to Zhai Feiyun. "Do you believe in things like karma?"

Zhai Feiyun lit the cigarette, took a drag, and opened his mouth to slowly exhale the cyan smoke.

"My big brother and I have taken a fancy to the same woman, but my big brother doesn't know yet," Zong Jieran said very easily.

Zhai Feiyun was speechless.

"The worst part is, that woman has other men. Haha! I was originally watching your jokes, but then I turned around and found myself even more tragic than you."

"... How?"

"The woman I took a fancy to isn't as gentle and easy to bully as yours."

"So?"

"So I came to let you see if I'm crazy."

"..."

"Even if that woman has other men, even if she can never belong to me alone in this life, I still... want her."

"... What do you mean."

"It means, even if I have to share her with other men at the same time... I'll accept it."

"You're indeed crazy."

"Then what about you?"