38 How Much For One Night? II

Leng Sicheng didn't so much as bat an eyebrow at the message, acting as if Gu Qingqing nobody but an ordinary stranger.

Seeing her here? That was impossible.

Why would she be here? Did she follow him? Even if it was true, she was probably here to ask her for money. Did she want the money that badly? Was he just an ATM to her?

He only had to holler, and women would come running to him from all directions, not even needing to spend a single cent.

After secretary Cheng left, Leng Sicheng downed another glass. The woman next to him brought another bottle. He rested his long, lean body on the sofa, watching the woman intently as she opened the bottle and poured him another glass.

The woman offered the drink to him while smiling. The ice cubes in glass floated in the bronze-tinted whiskey. He accepted the drink and studied the woman's features. "Stand up," he suddenly ordered without warning.

The woman froze. She did not know what Leng Sicheng was thinking, but of course, she did as she was told.

The moment she got to her feet, Leng Sicheng raised his chin, and with a finger gesture, he said, "Twirl."

Even though it was a strange request, the woman obeyed.

She had put on a loose spaghetti-strap and a pair of tight denim shorts accompanied with slick leather boots. Her hair was styled to look like waves cascading down her back. 

Upon closer inspection, Leng Sicheng noticed that her waist was firm from her many years dancing and that because she was not very tall, her thighs seemed a little thick. Her hair was also frizzy and yellow from the constant bleaching and chemicals.

He looked at her round, beady eyes again. It had been stained with too much purple eyeshadow so much, so it looked dusty, not to mention thick brows that she drew on top of her actual ones. Even worse, was an extremely potent and suffocating perfume that overwhelmed whoever she came close to. When he saw her shy smile from afar coupled with the crescent eyes, he thought he looked alright. Now that he was seeing her up close, he felt like she just defiled his eyes with black, burning coals!

In fact, it was not just her. The other women were precisely in the same state.

After the woman did a twirl, she drew near to him, saying, "Chairman Leng, we…"

Leng Sicheng's face darkened, and he leaned backward, trying to keep a distance. The look on his face implied that he was disgusted. He snapped, "Go wash your face."

He paused for a bit and then sniffed and growled, "Are you planning to kill mosquitos with all that perfume?"

"Huh?" The woman flinched. This was the first time a client had asked her to wash off the makeup on her face! She looked at Leng Sicheng in disbelief.

Leng Sicheng turned to his drink, ignoring her.

Helpless and afraid that he would get someone and drag her out, she laughed flirtatiously, "Director Leng, please excuse me for a little while. I'll be back really quick."

When he saw the woman leave, Director Du shuffled over to Leng Sicheng with a glass in his hands. "Director Leng, not satisfied?"

Leng Sicheng put down his glass and pulled out a lazy smile. He was still leaning back on the sofa.

Boss Du laughed heartily.

"I'm not surprised. There have not been many fresh faces in Star recently. Compared to your Ms. Chen, this woman is a downgrade. That stupid Sis Juan – I already told her that we'd be having VIPs today and asked her to leave me with some of her most gorgeous girls. But look at what she gave me!" he lamented.