Lights flickered between bright and dim, while deafening music pulsed through every corner of the bar. Smoke drifted lazily in the air, thick with a vague, fermented sense of intimacy.
After delivering premium liquor to a table of wealthy women, Chen Zan was pulled down and forced to sit with them. He gave a polite smile and refused gently: “Sorry, sister, we’re not allowed to drink customers’ alcohol.”
“So handsome… and your voice sounds so nice too,” the gorgeously dressed woman said. Her figure was wrapped in a provocative slip dress, and with her soft, pink fingertips, she poured red wine into a glass.
She leaned close, her breath warm against his ear, and whispered, “10,000 per glass.”
The crimson liquid swayed in the glass, much like Chen Zan’s fate, turbulent at first, only to settle with time.
A faint, rogueish smile curled at the corner of his lips as he replied, “Alright.” After all, who would refuse money?
In the next moment, the woman’s slender fingers caught his chin. At first, she slowly tilted a glass of wine toward his lips, but then, without warning, she lifted an entire bottle and poured it straight into his well-defined mouth.
The wine he couldn’t swallow spilled from the corners of his lips, trailing down his sharp jawline, dampening his faintly moving Adam’s apple before slipping beneath the collar of his uniform, leaving behind an indulgent, almost decadent scene.
Chen Zan tried to push the bottle away, but his hands were tightly restrained by the wealthy women. A few muffled sounds escaped him involuntarily, which only drew even more greedy attention from them.
“Handsome boy, didn’t expect you to handle your drink so well,” one of them teased.
The dazzling lights flickered in a haze, briefly illuminating their obscure, appraising gazes as they lingered over his figure.
Was it really necessary for a waiter to look this good?
Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Chen Zan made even a simple waiter’s uniform look alluring. His black hair fell casually over his forehead, and beneath his thick, untamed brows were a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed affectionate no matter who they looked at. His face was completely free of makeup, and due to rarely seeing sunlight, his skin carried a pale tone.
That kind of natural, unpolished handsomeness left women with absolutely no resistance.
Looking this good, wasn’t it just to tempt them into spending more?
The hiring standards for male waiters at Huanyu were truly getting more and more to their liking.
“Cough, cough…” Chen Zan finally managed to breathe freely again.
The woman generously pulled out a stack of cash from her bag and placed it into his palm. When he looked up at her, she winked playfully and said, “Not a cent less.”
Chen Zan gave a professional smile and replied, “Thank you, sister.”
As he left their table, someone gave him a playful pat.
His body tensed instantly, and he quickened his pace.
“Brother Chen, you’re amazing. You made tens of thousands in just one night,” his coworker Zhou Zhou said with envy, staring at the red banknotes in his hand. Not to mention, Chen Zan was only a part-time newcomer.
Hot.
That was the first sensation after the alcohol hit him.
Then came something worse, a creeping heat that felt like thousands of ants gnawing through his bones. A numbing, intoxicating ache spread through every inch of his body, setting his nerves on edge, and his hormones began to stir restlessly.
Chen Zan pulled out a few bills and handed them to Zhou Zhou, saying, “If the manager looks for me, cover for me.”
Zhou Zhou’s eyes were filled with nothing but desire for money. He nodded stiffly and said, “Got it.”
At that moment, he was completely Chen Zan’s follower.
Chen Zan hurried toward the staff room, but his steps gradually slowed, and his vision began to blur. The relentless heat coursing through his body made it hard for him to stand steady, and a fine layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
‘Tap, tap, tap…’
The crisp sound of high heels echoed down the corridor.
Chen Zan breathed unevenly, panic rising in his chest.
They’re coming to find me…