“Young Master Zhu, she truly is a beauty.
Look at that figure, those big breasts and long legs, just asking to be played with.”
“Tsk, tsk, her skin is as smooth as an egg, looks so tender.”
“Young Master Zhu, you’re quite the lucky man today!”
Zhu Dachang, with his fat head and large ears, stood up, assessed Mu Anran from head to toe, turned his head towards Hebe with a sneering smile, “You’re not much to look at, but you’ve got an eye for quality.
Didn’t expect to find such merchandise here, why haven’t you introduced her to me before?”
Hebe’s face darkened, but she forced a flattering smile, “It’s not that I didn’t want to introduce her, it’s just that she’s got high standards and a fiery temper; I was afraid she might spoil Young Master Zhu’s fun…”
“I’m tired of the ones that throw themselves at my door; something fresh and exciting isn’t bad either.” Zhu Dachang reached out to touch Mu Anran’s chin.
Mu Anran defensively stepped back, avoiding his salty pig hand.
Hebe seized the opportunity to provoke, “Anran, it’s your good fortune that Young Master Zhu has taken a liking to you, don’t be ungrateful.”
Mu Anran glanced at her, “Sister Hebe’s face is bigger than mine, why don’t you enjoy this blessing yourself?”
“You…” Hebe’s face turned pale.
Zhu Dachang was the son of a nouveau riche, lacking both education and grace, and on top of that, he was a pervert in bed who most enjoyed the sound of women screaming.
Last time, one of her sisters thought she had climbed up the social ladder by becoming his mistress and ended up being played until it went wrong.
By the time the ambulance arrived, her intestines were said to have spilled out.
Accompanying Manager Huang was just revolting for a while, but being with Zhu Dachang might cost her life.
However, thinking about what Mu Anran would face later, a triumphant glint flashed in Hebe’s eyes.
In her head, Mu Anran was thinking rapidly: The second floor is a VIP room with excellent soundproofing.
With at least a dozen men in the room, there’s no way she could escape.
Better to strike first than to wait passively.
Mu Anran approached with a smile, picking up a glass of wine, “Young Master Zhu, is it?
Since this is our first meeting, I’ll drink this glass to you in respect.”
After saying that, she tipped her head back and downed the contents of the glass.
Seeing Mu Anran so cooperative, Zhu Dachang also forgot the displeasure he felt when she had dodged him before, “I like someone who knows their place, come here, sit by my side.”
Mu Anran obediently sat beside him.
Zhu Dachang’s gaze drifted, fixating on the pale, slender legs below Mu Anran’s short skirt, his throat felt dry, and he reached out to touch them.
But before his hand could make contact, Mu Anran raised her glass again, subtly wedging his hand away, “The last glass was to honor Young Master Zhu; this one is to toast everyone here.
Please look after me on our first meeting.”
After finishing her words, she took another drink, emptying the glass once more.
Mu Anran’s boldness stirred up the bravado in the men present; no one wanted to be outdone by a little girl, did they?
“Little girl, you must be selling the drinks here, right?
Open a bottle of ’82 Lafite for each of us, we’ll join you,” said Young Master Zhu, surrounded by a bunch of rich second-generation kids, who with a grand wave ordered over a dozen bottles of foreign liquor.
Over a dozen bottles of ’82 Lafite?
Just the commission would be forty to fifty thousand!
On the side, Hebe’s eyes sparkled with greed: This b*tch, still pulling tricks at a time like this.
Young Master Zhu glanced at Hebe, his lecherous eyes sweeping over Mu Anran’s body.
Hebe took the cue, squeezing in beside Mu Anran, and while she was distracted, threw a white pill into her glass.
Watching Mu Anran drink that glass of spiked wine, she quietly signaled an ‘OK’ to Zhu Dachang.