The girl on the other end of the phone paused, her voice, soft as marshmallow, came through.
"Doesn't he have legs?"
The boy froze, not expecting such a soft voice to say something so cold. Then, the girl directly hung up.
He looked up at the man's expression again.
The man's face was ashen, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He had actually crushed the wine glass.
His taut face seemed to be trying to suppress an emotion that was on the verge of breaking loose, his dark eyes overflowing with unprecedented rage.
He didn't even glance at his bloody hand, only staring intently at the boy's phone, as if he wanted to snatch the girl from the phone and devour her.
The boy's face turned pale, frightened by this Wei Jingzhou.
He tremblingly called out.
"Wei, Brother Wei."
Wei Jingzhou stood up, his expression inscrutable.
"Find a woman, the prettiest one."
After saying this, he left with a calm expression.
The club had suites to meet the needs of its guests.
Wei Jingzhou took a cold shower, but the furious rage in his heart did not diminish. Instead, it burned hotter and hotter, tearing at him as if his head were about to explode.
Casually draped in a bathrobe, his hair not even dried, water droplets dripped down. The slightly open robe revealed explosive and sexy muscle lines.
He thought fiercely, he wasn't solely dependent on Shen Yue.
...
As the bedroom door opened, the exquisitely beautiful woman saw the man sitting on the sofa not far away.
His handsome features, straight nose, and tall, strong body were perfectly heart-stirring.
This was the person she was to serve tonight.
Thinking this, the woman's face flushed shyly, a faint blush appearing on her fair cheeks.
Unfortunately, the man didn't even look up at her. He sat with his legs crossed, casually fiddling with his turned-off phone, his voice very cold, "Go take a bath."
The woman's blush deepened upon hearing this. She softly said "Okay" and hurried into the bathroom.
As soon as the phone was turned on, countless messages and missed calls popped up.
Wei Jingzhou's fingers stiffened, because he discovered that Shen Yue had called him many times, which sobered him up from the alcohol.
He caressed the phone, hesitating for a moment, unsure whether to call back. But immediately, Shen Yue's indifferent, stranger-like tone from before surfaced in his mind, making him unwilling to call.
He believed he had done nothing wrong. Shen Yue's repeated coldness had also ignited his temper.
He desperately wanted to prove something.
He thought to himself, if, if Shen Yue called him again to go back, then this matter could be put behind them.
As long as Shen Yue said a word, he would shamefacedly go back... it would be fine.
Just one simple sentence was needed.
Perhaps even Wei Jingzhou himself didn't know that he was almost begging as he thought.
Just as Wei Jingzhou was engrossed in staring at his phone, the bathroom door opened, and the woman walked out barefoot.
She was only wearing a short bathrobe.
Only then did Wei Jingzhou snap back to reality. There was still someone else in the room. He realized what he was doing, and his face became extremely unpleasant.
His mind was entirely occupied by Shen Yue's calls; he had no interest in anything else.
He was waiting for Shen Yue to call him back.
Everything else was bullshit.
The woman stood still for a moment, but found that the man on the sofa still hadn't looked up. He hadn't looked up once since she entered, which made her feel somewhat defeated.
Perhaps with a hint of unwillingness, the woman walked closer barefoot. As she took each step, she slowly unfastened the loosely tied bathrobe.
The bathrobe slipped down silently.
Wei Jingzhou's mind was still on Shen Yue until a hand landed on his shoulder. His brows instantly darkened, and he shot a cold, sharp gaze like a blade.
The tightly closed door was opened, and Shen Yue walked in.
Wei Jingzhou was stunned, his face turning pale.
The luxuriously yet subtly decorated suite, with its dim lighting, seemed permeated with an air of debauchery.
The woman's fair skin was so dazzling.
Looking at the two people who were extremely close, and the girl's smooth, nearly naked skin, Shen Yue smiled, "It seems I've arrived at an inopportune moment, disturbing your pleasure."
The woman shrieked and quickly picked up the bathrobe from the floor and threw it on, trembling. She wasn't scared by the girl who had suddenly barged in, but by the man's gaze just now.
Just moments ago, the man's look at her hand seemed to express extreme disgust, as if he wanted to chop it off, which made her heart contract, and her limbs turn cold.
But this man, who had seemed gloomy and violent just moments ago, as if he might kill at any moment, was now sitting blankly on the sofa, his mind a complete blank, his face ashen.
When he finally spoke, he found his throat dry as if a thorn were stuck in it, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from his chest.
"I..."
The girl's face was pale to the point of transparency, her eyebrows like paintings, her pale pink lips devoid of color. She pursed them, her voice faint, "Wei Jingzhou."
She lightly lifted her eyelids, her clean and pure eyes as if covered with a layer of dust, as if looking at the man, but also as if not looking at him.
Wei Jingzhou seemed to have finally found his voice. He was so anxious his eyes turned red, "Shen Yue, it's not what you see. We, we didn't do anything. Can you let me explain?"
The girl seemed to smile, her dimple shallow, disappearing quickly. Her gaze at the man was like looking at a stranger.
"Let's just leave it at this, let's break up."
"No!" Wei Jingzhou refused almost without thinking, but he dared not look directly into the girl's eyes, so he just lowered his head in embarrassment and repeated, "I don't want to."
Shen Yue didn't pay attention to his refusal. She seemed utterly disappointed in the man and was about to leave when her little finger was held.
Her steps paused, Wei Jingzhou's eyes turned red, "Shen Yue..."
"Don't call me that," the girl's voice was still soft and sweet, even without any emotion, it made one's heart melt, "Be dignified, let the other person leave with dignity."
With her softest voice, she said words that sent a chill down Wei Jingzhou's spine.
"Let go," her voice remained extremely calm.
Wei Jingzhou tightly gripped the girl's soft little finger, refusing to let go.
The woman, who was still trembling and sitting on the floor, quietly raised her eyes and saw the strangely beautiful and exquisite girl directly slap the man. The man, who looked terrifying, remained silent.