39 How Much For One Night? III

Leng Sicheng snickered. "Oh, really?"

Director Du immediately took the opportunity to show off his royalty. "I'll go get them now. We must choose the best to serve Director Leng, of course. How could we give you these bunch of eyesores and repulsive girls?!"

Then, he got up and wobbled out the door, clearly having a little too much to drink.

Once Director Du was out the door, Mo Dongyang approached Leng Sicheng and whispered, "Where is he going? Isn't there a bathroom here?"

Leng Sicheng did not even bother to look at him, saying, "He's gone to look for pretty girls. Isn't that your favorite?"

Mo Dongyang chuckled. "You and I... we're both different. I have a distinguished and noble aspiration, which is to sexually satisfy every single woman in the world. Even if they have lost the passion for sex, I, a white knight, would help them end their suffering! As for you, you are no master of these women. You only see them as objects! Oh, except for your…"

Leng Sicheng stood up.

That took Mo Dongyang by surprise. "What are you doing?"

It was still early. Was he going to leave early again like last time?

"I'm going out for some air!" Leng Sicheng answered plainly and then left. 

He pulled the door open, and booming bass and noisy music pounded in his ears. The loud, garish excuses for tunes stirred the melancholy in his heart.

When his secretary that had been waiting outside saw him, he asked, "What do you need, Director Leng?"

Leng Sicheng shook his head, said nothing, and strolled to the most crowded spot of the club.

Behind him, secretary Cheng furrowed his brows as he muttered to himself, "But I really did see madam…"

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On the center of Star's dance floor.

Colorful neon lights spun overhead, as scantily dressed dancers performed steamily slithered on steel poles. Behind them, the DJ was busy filling the room with deafening, thumping music. Nights in Star were the liveliest on weekends. The center of the deck was already overcrowded, and servers precariously balanced the neverending trays of beverages back and forth, nudging and navigating their way through the rowdy crowd.

Gu Qingqing was seated in a booth in a quiet corner, sipping orange juice while looking uninterested. 

The music had just stopped at an intermission when Li Youyou walked down the stage in her heels, dripping wet with sweat and looking insatiable. She had put on a tight leather dress and wore her hair down. When she saw Gu Qingqing sitting alone in the booth, she took a sip of the pint of Heineken in her hand and began nagging, "You're too boring! How could you enter a night club without makeup on and refuse to dance or drink?! Why don't you order a plate of spicy duck neck for yourself?"

Gu Qingqing merely chuckled. She wasn't used to frequenting places like these and didn't fancy loud flashy environments. When Li Youyou arrived, she was dressed in an ordinary white coat – buttoned up conservatively. Because she was afraid that it was about to get cold, she even brought a windbreaker along.

Now that she had already taken all of those off, twisting and dancing with the beat in her heels, she completely transformed from the inconspicuous Jane she was into the queen of the night.

Only after she chugged down her pint did all that enthusiasm dissipate a little. She sat down and began advising her friend, "Leng Sicheng has dated twelve girls already. Combined, they could play three rounds of mahjong. You're the queen of cuckqueans! Why don't you have a bit of fun while you're out here?!"