Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Making a Move on the Handsome Guy
At the bar, a man sitting on a high stool wore a silver wolf mask. His features were deep and striking beneath the mask, complemented by a well-tailored dark suit, as if he were the king of the night.
The flashing neon lights cast a fatal attraction on him.
Several young women approached him, attempting to flirt, but before they could get close, they lost their courage after meeting the cold, intimidating gaze beneath the mask, retreating disappointedly.
Li Juezhou’s gaze followed Sang Ning, until she was about to disappear into the dance floor. Only then did he pull out his phone and send a message to Shen Fang.
[Wen Jiu is at the Blue Sea Bar.]
After sending the message, he pinched the phone with two fingers and tossed it to the bartender in front of him. "Keep it for me."
The bartender, quick-eyed and nimble, hurriedly caught the phone. When he looked down, wasn’t this a limited edition phone of which there were only ten units worldwide?
Don’t ask him how he knew; just say he once served a customer who owned one of these phones.
But wasn’t this customer a bit too casual and capricious? Such an expensive phone was thrown to him just like that? Wasn’t he afraid it would get dropped and damaged?
The bartender admitted he didn’t quite understand the world of the wealthy. As the customer had already gotten up and left, he had no choice but to store the phone as requested.
Upon receiving Li Juezhou’s message, Shen Fang suddenly saw darkness, nearly losing control and fainting.
What on earth is Wen Jiu up to? Why does she always pull stunts when he’s busy as a dog.
He had just finished some overtime handling case files, preparing to collapse at home when Li Juezhou’s message came through.
Great, can’t even collapse now!
They had just busted a large prostitution ring at the Blue Sea Bar this year. That place was far less secure than imagined.
Wen Jiu really doesn’t know how to give people peace of mind, such an incident just happened, and she hasn’t learned her lesson yet. Is that place suitable for a delicate girl like her?
Shen Fang directly placed a call, wanting to ask Li Juezhou exactly what the current situation was.
But when the call went through, the phone was surprisingly turned off.
He wasn’t willing to give up and tried a few more times, only to find it still off.
Shen Fang felt a sudden panic as if a multitude of wild monkeys were jumping wildly in his heart.
Damn, Li Juezhou, the bastard, is so untrustworthy!
Can’t he provide information accurately?
Shen Fang didn’t know that Li Juezhou, drenched from the rain, decided to drag others under his broken umbrella.
Just like how Sang Ning had treated him, she turned off her phone after sending the message, leaving him to spiral into internal turmoil alone.
Li Juezhou also wanted to find a foolish partner to share his grievance with, insisting someone must join in his misery.
**
In the dance floor.
Wang Qiuhong’s purpose was simple; she was purely there to relax and dance.
Afraid of encountering lecherous hands, she found a corner full of girls to hang out, raising hands and shaking heads happily with the other ladies.
It was Sang Ning’s first time at a nightclub, unaware of the usual routine, so she had to stick closely to Wang Qiuhong.
Whatever Wang Qiuhong did, she would follow.
Mainly because Wen Jiu and Xi Meina were too unreliable; as soon as they hit the dance floor, they headed straight for the section with muscular men.
Sang Ning was at a loss; these muscular men wriggled even more seductively than the ladies in the dance floor, truly not living up to their robust physique.
Moreover, their expressions were also somewhat greasy. To the uninformed, it might look like a large-scale drag performance.
"Sangsang, what are you still looking at? Hurry up and join in the fun!" Wang Qiuhong shouted at the top of her lungs.
Her shoulders were already rhythmically shrugging alternately forward, her hands forming fists shaking in front.
Compared to the wild head-banging of the girls beside her, her dance moves were already quite elegant.
Sang Ning formed her hands into fists, raised them high above her head, then swung her hips left, then right, trying to catch the vibe of the dance.
As she kept twisting, she suddenly felt a bit of rhythm, so she sped up her hip swings and waved her hands side to side.
Suddenly opening her eyes after immersing herself in the dance, Wang Qiuhong couldn’t hold back her laughter upon seeing Sang Ning’s mechanical dance moves, nearly laughing until she gagged.
Sang Ning sensed something was off and frowned, yelling loudly, "What’s wrong, is there a problem?"
Wang Qiuhong sniffled, barely preventing her snot bubble from flowing out. Who could understand, Sang Ning’s dancing really was too hilarious.
"Sangsang, when you dance, it’s like the car wipers have come to life, are you trying to make me die laughing so you can inherit my Huabei?"
Wang Qiuhong barely held back her laughter, but then she pictured the face of Sang Ning, with a most serious expression, appearing on car wipers swinging back and forth in the rain.
She could no longer hold back and started laughing again uncontrollably, no matter how much Sang Ning shot daggers at her with her gaze, Wang Qiuhong couldn’t suppress her laughter.
Sang Ning was speechless. What’s wrong with a wiper? The arc of a moving wiper is very graceful, isn’t it?
Never mind, a confident woman is the most beautiful, dancing is about going with the flow, as long as it feels comfortable.
"You can laugh if you want! I’ll keep dancing like this until you’re immune and can’t laugh at me anymore!" Sang Ning decided to let herself go, continuing to raise her arms and swing joyfully.
"No no, Sangsang, you really make me laugh to death, keep watching you dance, I’m afraid I’ll laugh myself into insanity, I’d better go play over there."
Wang Qiuhong said this as she started squeezing through the crowd, preparing to leave. Before leaving, she told Sang Ning, "Sangsang, I’ll be joining the main group, if you’re interested in the macho guys, be sure to come find us."
With that, she left without a trace of reluctance, squeezing into the group of muscle men from the crowded dance floor.
Sang Ning sighed deeply, fine, what’s with saying her dance moves are touching, clearly Qiuqiu herself wanted to enjoy the men and was just making an excuse, looks like even Qiuqiu couldn’t resist the lure of muscle men.
Sang Ning, curious, pretended to dance while observing the trio.
Even though they wore masks, Sang Ning could judge from their current actions that their expressions beneath the masks must be lecherous.
One of the muscular guys grabbed Wen Jiu’s hands, placed them on his chest, then slowly led Wen Jiu’s hands downwards.
If Wen Jiu had any inclination to resist, this scenario wouldn’t occur. While it was true the muscular guy had first taken her hand,
But the downward move from the chest was entirely Wen Jiu guiding his hands lower bit by bit.
Whoa~
The world’s tempers are declining, in Sang Ning’s heart, the worshipful image of Wen Jiu as a classic goddess shattered into pieces.
Then looking at Xi Meina, she was surrounded by three muscular guys, dancing so happily her teeth almost showed.
Finally, even Wang Qiuhong, who initially claimed she was only interested in dancing, succumbed, starting to touch!
Sang Ning wondered internally, is it really that nice to touch? Maybe she should try it too?