On the other side of the club, Zhang Bo saw a server leading Zheng Wanning past.
He blinked. What was she doing here?
Zhang Bo had been Shen Yanqing’s close friend since childhood. He’d attended Shen Yanqing and Zheng Wanning’s wedding.
Unlike Shen Yanqing, who was cold and domineering, Zhang Bo had been a hell-raiser from a young age. He’d left the family business alone and made a name for himself through less conventional means.
This private club was his.
Still puzzled, he headed back to the private room.
Shen Yanqing was lounging casually, one arm resting on the sofa.
He held a cigarette with a glowing orange-red tip between his fingers, his long legs crossed. He looked languid and aristocratic.
The popular actress Ye Lingling was sitting beside him in a long white dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders.
They were sitting extremely close. Ye Lingling leaned against him as if her back had gone limp.
“Young Master Shen, would you like a drink?”
The woman poured a glass and brought it over to him, her voice soft and coquettish.
The moment Zhang Bo walked in, her voice gave him goosebumps.
But Shen Yanqing showed no reaction at all.
Ye Lingling stared straight at Shen Yanqing, her eyes seeming to sparkle with seductive light.
Shen Yanqing said nothing. He simply raised his hand, took a drag, then exhaled. Smoke curled around him, his profile sharply defined.
The man was not only rich, but handsome, too!
His face looked like a masterpiece sculpted by God. His features were so deep-set that one glance was enough to make you lose yourself in them.
The last time Ye Lingling had run into him by chance at the golf course, she’d been captivated by his refined, inscrutable air.
When she’d looked into him, she’d learned he was from the Shen family, the wealthiest family in North City. She’d heard he was married.
But Ye Lingling had observed him closely. Shen Yanqing wore no ring, and she’d never heard him mention his wife. There were even rumors that their relationship was only so-so.
Besides, even if he was married, so what?
She, Ye Lingling, was an international star. Countless people had fallen at her feet, and she’d never failed to get the man she wanted.
Watching Shen Yanqing from beside him, Zhang Bo couldn’t help marveling at his self-control.
With such a beautiful woman in his arms, he still remained completely unmoved.
But apart from Lin Wanru, Zhang Bo had never seen Shen Yanqing care about another woman.
It was only after Lin Wanru went abroad that Shen Yanqing married Zheng Wanning.
A good brother naturally followed his big brother’s lead. If his big brother didn’t care about a woman, Zhang Bo had no feelings for Zheng Wanning either.
Shen Yanqing glanced at Zhang Bo, who seemed distracted, and raised his brows.
“What are you thinking about?”
Zhang Bo was about to tell him he’d seen Zheng Wanning, but stopped just before speaking.
Forget it. His brother had no real feelings for that woman. She was only his nominal sister-in-law. There was no need to say something that would spoil the mood.
He sprawled back against the sofa.
“Brother, your net worth has landed you on Forbes again. That business empire you built in the three years you were abroad is incredible. My old man saw it and started lecturing me again about how I never do anything useful.”
Shen Yanqing lifted an eyebrow. “Thinking of learning the business from me?”
“No way. The corporate world isn’t for me. I like my freedom.”
Zhang Bo shook his head quickly, worried Shen Yanqing might actually make him learn the business.
Ye Lingling smiled.
“Young Master Shen works so hard because he’s so capable. So many women admire a man like him—serious about his work and successful in his career.”
Zhang Bo took a drink, all carefree swagger.
“So you don’t like a charming rogue like me?”
Flustered by his teasing, Ye Lingling pretended to be shy. “Oh, stop it. I… I like men like Young Master Shen.”
Shen Yanqing gave a soft scoff.
Other women could hardly wait to press themselves against him. That woman had gone to America for three years without calling him once; she probably hoped he’d never come back.
He said casually, “Do people like me, or do they like my money?”
“Young Master Shen, how can you think that? Of course I like you for you.”
Shen Yanqing took a small sip of his drink. “Oh? You’d still like me if I had a wife?”
Put on the spot by the blunt question, Ye Lingling didn’t know how to answer.
She stole a glance at Shen Yanqing. He didn’t look displeased, so she replied coyly, “Mm. I like you. I really do.”
Just then, a server knocked and came in.
“Boss, there’s trouble.”
“Why are you shouting? Can’t you see I’m talking?” Zhang Bo glared at the man for his lack of manners.
The server looked anxious. “In the room next door, a woman’s making a scene.”
“Next door?”
Wasn’t that the room Zheng Wanning had gone to?
He stood up and asked hurriedly, “What’s going on?”
“T-the men in the room next door are stopping a woman from leaving, and they’re forcing her to drink.”
Those people had some nerve.
They actually dared to cause trouble on his turf.
Nominal sister-in-law or not, she was still his sister-in-law.
Only then did Zhang Bo turn to Shen Yanqing, faltering a little.
“Brother, the woman next door seems to be Sister-in-law.”
Sister-in-law?
Ye Lingling was stunned.
Could this be Shen Yanqing’s wife?
Shen Yanqing’s dark eyes grew somber, their expression unreadable.
Before anyone in the room could react, a figure had already shot out the door like lightning.