NOVEL NEXT Chapter 53 I've Tolerated You for a Long Time!
"July Fire" nightclub, as one of the hottest night spots in Binhai City, offers different levels of treatment according to the social status of its guests.
Ordinary guests can only sit in the hall next to the dance floor. Those with a bit of status can book private booths, those with more status can enter the VIP rooms on the first floor, and the most distinguished guests can access the VIP suites on the second floor!
Given Jin Shixiang's status, he could only book a booth slightly above the hall level, which was already a huge face-giver for him. Those who could sit in the VIP suites on the second floor were truly of significant background, either rich or powerful.
On the second floor, in suite 666, a middle-aged man was obsequiously flattering a group of young men opposite him, "Young Master Mao, as per your request, none of the top girls here tonight have gone out. I'll bring them all over for you to choose."
"What are you waiting for then? Hurry up. It's rare for Young Master Yi to be in the mood to come here, so don't half-ass it. Only bring the real top-tier ones, or don't blame me for not giving you face," Young Master Mao said coolly to the middle-aged man.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly nodded and bowed as he left. Though he was a supervisor-level figure at "July Fire," he wouldn't dare offend these young men in front of him.
The reason was simple: none of these young masters were easy to deal with, especially Young Master Mao, whose father was the vice-chairman of the Chu Group. There's no need to explain what Chu Group means in South City, where figures who can sit at the board table can shake the city with a mere stomp.
"July Fire" was nothing compared to Chu Group, not even worth comparing. A moment of displeasure could crush it like a grasshopper.
The middle-aged man was well aware of this, which is why he approached them like a servant attending to his master in ancient times, fearing any lack in his hospitality.
"Bro, I heard some of the girls at July Fire are really something. You see if there's one you like?" Young Master Mao said with a trace of flattery to the young man beside him, who was lying there listlessly with his eyes closed.
He knew that the brother he was talking about was tired of playing in places under Chu Group, and was desperately in need of a new thrill, so he brought him here to try something new.
"How good could they be?" The young man lazily opened his eyes, "These days, except for the ones who've had minor surgeries, major surgeries, are heavily made-up, or are indistinguishable under the club lights, how many really deserve the word 'beautiful'?"
As if to prove his point, the middle-aged supervisor quickly brought in the most beautiful top girls from "July Fire." They were all genuinely stunning, wearing ultra-short skirts, with long white legs, all over 1.7 meters tall, cool, sexy, and charming, but the young man still wasn't interested because they were no different from other models.
Young Master Mao, seeing this, asked the middle-aged supervisor to change several batches, but the young man remained uninterested, not even bothering to open his eyes. Young Master Mao was anxiously scratching his head when he suddenly saw a girl in a white dress enter through the door on the first floor.
The girl's figure was graceful and her beauty was otherworldly; even in the club's disorienting lighting, her peerless and pure beauty was unhidden, like a vibrant peony falling into a chaotic pond, outshining the ordinary lotuses striving for attention.
"Bro, how about that one?" Young Master Mao, as if discovering a new world, immediately pointed to Nangong Qingcheng below.
The young man was almost asleep, but when he heard Young Master Mao's words, he tilted his head for a glance. That glance immediately dispelled his drowsiness, and he even straightened up his slouched body.
"Hey, bro, isn't she a gem?" Young Master Mao knew he had finally managed to arouse the young man's interest again and smiled.
"Less talk, get the wine, the treasured one!"
The young man, like a seasoned hunter having finally spotted suitable prey, had eyes that glinted with excitement.
"Alright!"
The middle-aged supervisor, seeing this, also breathed a sigh of relief, responding briskly and hurriedly going out to get the wine himself.
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"I just heard Jin Shixiang say, you're just a security guard?"
In the booth on the first floor, after ordering some drinks, Kang Hui had only had two cups before turning unhappily to Jiang Feng and asking.
Because Jiang Feng had to drive, he didn't drink alcohol, and Nangong Qingcheng didn't want to drink either, ordering only a freshly squeezed juice for herself and Jiang Feng.
While Nangong Qingcheng was drinking her juice, Kang Hui kept staring at her hand.
Different men admire different parts of women; Kang Hui particularly loved girls' hands.
Given his status, he had been with many girls, but none of their hands made his heart flutter like Nangong Qingcheng's delicate hands.
Nangong Qingcheng's hands were genuinely delicate and jade-like, with five alabaster-like fingers, soft and boneless, and beautifully manicured nails like ice carvings, spotless and seemingly polished, exuding a natural fragrance, flawless.
But just now, such a hand didn't even let him hold it for a moment, making Kang Hui feel a bit humiliated even as he looked at that small hand now.
"Not just a security guard, but also someone who looks after a warehouse at my cousin's small company," Nangong Yan smiled and added fuel to the fire from the side.
"Miss Qingcheng, don't blame me for being blunt, but with your looks, how can you be content to let someone like him be your fiancé? He can't even mooch off a woman properly, he's simply embarrassing you! I'm curious how you've endured this, aren't you capable of resisting?" Kang Hui, fueled by a bit of alcohol, couldn't suppress his indignation and asked Nangong Qingcheng angrily.
Nangong Qingcheng immediately put down her juice, "Young Master Kang, I'm not well-acquainted with you, and my personal affairs don't need your inquiries. I've been sitting here for ten minutes, giving enough face to my cousin and cousin-in-law. You go ahead with your drinking; we won't stay for the company."
With that, she reached out to take Jiang Feng's hand and stood up to leave.
"Hey, Miss Qingcheng, don't be angry, alright? Young Master Kang just drank a little too much and misspoke. Please don't be mad!" Several of Kang Hui's companions immediately stood up to smooth things over for Kang Hui.
Nangong Qingcheng was unmoved and insisted on leaving.
"Damn, did I say anything wrong? You, Jiang, how dare you be with Nangong Qingcheng? You're not even worthy to lick her toes! I really don't understand what kind of insanity Old Man Nangong was suffering from when he chose you as the live-in son-in-law!" Kang Hui, his face flushed, finally let out his grievances, venting his dissatisfaction.
"I'll give you a chance. You voluntarily leave Miss Qingcheng, and I'll arrange for someone to put you in a public sector job, give you a stable iron rice bowl, how about it? For someone like you, this is an eight-generation-luck opportunity. Consider it?" Kang Hui pressed aggressively, staring at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng laughed, a calm and quiet laugh, "Young Master Kang, is it? Do you know, I've tolerated you for a long time?"