At eight o’clock on Saturday, luxury cars lined the streets outside No. 18 Wanxing Road. Under the dazzling lights, a procession of socialites and young masters made their appearance at the BlueStar Club.
Luo Shaorong pushed open the office door. “Big spender, Chi Ge. You even reserved all the parking spots. To make your sister happy, half the entertainment industry in Shen Shi must be here.”
Wei Chi, seated by the floor-to-ceiling window, was scribbling something without looking up. “Didn’t reserve them. Bought them.”
“Tsk.” Luo Shaorong sucked in a breath and gave a thumbs-up. “Only Young Master Wei could be this extravagant. Billions spent, and still worried your sister might not have a parking spot—so you bought the lot all the way to the riverbank. Damn, you’re just Wei Xingya’s dog, fetching her every good bone you see.”
Wei Chi’s thick brows furrowed. “The hell you cursing at?”
“I’m cursing at you, not her.”
“That’s more like it.”
Luo Shaorong: “…”
Wei Xingya’s mad dog.
“What’re you writing?” Luo Shaorong approached.
“Attendee memorial book.” Wei Chi finished the last stroke and handed the booklet and pen to his friend. “Perfect timing. Take it.”
The second page was densely filled with auspicious wishes, so saccharine it made Luo Shao grimace. “Never seen such a mushy younger brother.” He flipped to the next page.
“Hey, hey, don’t touch. Sign on the second-to-last page.”
Luo Shaorong glared. “Why?”
Wei Chi looked at him calmly. “Why? Letting you sign is already generous. My sister can’t stand you playboys.”
“Damn my temper! Who do you think you are, the morality police? I’ve parted on good terms with every girlfriend—never mistreated a single one. Me, a playboy? At least I’m better than that scumbag Zheng Jingyuan.”
Wei Chi laughed. “That’s why I saved the last page for him.”
“…Guess you’ve got some sense.”
With the last-place spot taken, Luo Shao reluctantly accepted the second-to-last position. He signed his name with a few strokes, added some compliments about the sister’s eternal youth, and flipped back to the first page.
“Why’s this page blank?”
Wei Chi glanced sideways at a familiar car outside the window, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Saved for Zhou Lincan.”
Luo Shaorong didn’t comment this time.
Not only was Wei Xingya currently smitten with Second Young Master Zhou, but even if she lost interest in a few days, seeing Zhou Lincan’s name on the first page would still lift her mood.
After all, he was the true god of their circle—single-handedly elevating the fourth generation’s wealth to first-generation stature.
A waiter knocked on the door. “President Wei, Mr. Zhou has arrived.”
Today, Zhou Lincan sported a slicked-back hairstyle. His long-sleeved black shirt was tucked into his trousers, and his long legs were sheathed in crisp suit pants. Despite the simple styling, he radiated an undeniable nobility.
After exchanging greetings, Zhou Lincan took the memorial book and signed. With a few effortless strokes, elegant cursive English graced the page. “Nice decor.”
Luo Shaorong chuckled. “More than just nice decor. The male models hired are even better.”
Xing Lan was a gift prepared for Wei Xingya—from the kitchen staff to the front-door reception, every position was filled by increasingly handsome young men.
Wei Chi teased, “What, interested?”
Luo Shaorong’s expression shifted, and he cursed, “Screw your—dad! If I were interested, wouldn’t the old man kill me?”
Faint music drifted from downstairs. Wei Chi laughed heartily. “Those are gifts for the ladies. For you two, I’ve made other arrangements.”
“With you two monks? No way I’m sticking around. I’m heading to the dance floor to accompany beauties.” Luo Shaorong sneered and pushed the door open, leaving.
Wei Chi exchanged a few joking remarks before summon a waiter. Turning to Zhou Lincan, he said, “I still have some matters to attend to here. Please head to the private room first—I’ll join you shortly. Escort Second Young Master to Room 18.”
Zhou Lincan set down the commemorative album. “Take your time.”
“This way, Mr. Zhou.”
Zhou Lincan followed the waiter to the VIP private room area on the second floor. Xing Lan was quite spacious. Just as they turned a corner, the waiter’s walkie-talkie crackled to life.
“Xiao Gu, Xiao Dong—report to Zone C on the second floor immediately for assistance.”
Zone C was in the opposite direction from Zone A, where Room 18 was located. Hearing the waiter’s internal lament, Zhou Lincan released him to his duties and proceeded alone in the direction indicated.
As he turned into another corridor, a peculiar inner monologue suddenly pierced his awareness.
【Number Two looks promising, and Number Three has impressive pectorals—hehe, both reserved for my sister. Wow, Number Six is… dangerously handsome! Forget boy bands—male models are where it’s at. Rich women sure know how to spend their money.】
【Huh, this Number Eight… his looks are exactly my type! Sis already has seven—surely she won’t mind sharing one? With looks like his, I simply must share a drink with him. Wait—where’s my wine?—】
Zhou Lincan paused.
That voice—Miss Xu?
…
At half past seven, a black Phantom arrived by the riverbank. Wanxing Road was perpetually lined with luxury vehicles year-round. Chuan Jin followed a Ferrari into a parking space at Club 18.
“Quite the lively spot. Let’s blend in here tonight,” Chuan Jin remarked.
Xu Mianchuan wore a stern expression, restraining her sister’s hand as she reached to unbuckle her seatbelt. “Xiao Jin, go back.”
Chuan Jin instead grasped her hand, giving it a light but meaningful squeeze. A playful smile touched her lips. “Sis, you’re twenty-seven. You entered the family business at twenty, founded Xu Ri Media at twenty-two, concluded your studies at twenty-four, and since then, every single day has been devoted to the Xu Family. Have you ever lived one day purely for your own happiness?”
“And your definition of happiness is indulging base desires?” Xu Mianchuan cast a glance toward the neon-lit street.
Chuan Jin chuckled. “What’s wrong with indulging? Being unable to resist isn’t a bad thing—it’s having no desires at all that’s frightening.”
Xu Mianchuan retorted, “Happiness isn’t found in places like this.”
Chuan Jin raised an eyebrow. “The spiritual happiness you seek is too lofty for me. I’m just an ordinary person—I can only offer you the simplest kind of joy.”
With that, Chuan Jin swiftly unbuckled her seatbelt, exited the vehicle, circled to the passenger side, and pulled Xu Mianchuan out.
“Xiao Jin! Let go of me!”
“Well, if it isn’t President Xu? Here to show support for Young Master Wei too?”
Chuan Jin halted her actions, looking past her sister’s shoulder.
Xu Mianchuan turned at the voice, offering a polite, practiced smile upon recognizing the speaker. “President Chen, what a coincidence meeting you here. What’s the occasion tonight that warrants your personal escort of such prominent stars?”
Chen Yuzhong laughed heartily. “Ah, Mr. Wei’s club is having its soft opening today. Several entertainment companies from Shen Shi were invited to liven up the atmosphere—just bringing some newcomers to gain experience. I just spotted your Xu Ri Media’s director, but I hadn’t expected President Xu to grace us with her presence as well.”
The only “Mr. Wei” capable of summoning half of Shen Shi’s entertainment industry was Wei Chi, eldest son of Huasheng Group and de facto head of the Wei Family. Despite his youth, even Chen Yuzhong addressed him respectfully as “Mr. Wei.”
Xu Mianchuan recalled her Xu Ri Media brokerage director mentioning this event. Though merely a club soft opening, it would gather numerous influential figures from Shen Shi’s entertainment circles—making it essential to bring along a few artists.
It seemed they had stumbled upon the event quite by chance.
Being able to operate such a large club by the riverside on Wanxing Road is a feat few in all of Shen Shi could achieve—only a capital circle heavyweight like Wei Chi would dare make such an extravagant investment.
Xu Mianchuan glanced at the door plaque. Its rounded, elegant font design appealed to feminine tastes. Since Wei Chi had an older sister, this was likely another gift from him.
She wasn’t familiar with the Wei family. Having the brokerage director present was sufficient. After exchanging just a few words with Chen Yuzhong, Xu Mianchuan prepared to take her leave.
But Chuan Jin had no intention of complying with her wishes. She proactively struck up a conversation with Chen Yuzhong: “Managing so many beauties solo at an event, President Chen—would your wife feel at ease admiring the exhibition?”
The moment Chuan Jin spoke, the atmosphere chilled by several degrees.
The crowd of glamorous women behind them fell silent. Chen Yuzhong cursed inwardly but forced a smile as he retorted, “Now, Miss Xu, you misunderstand—I’m here representing Shenwen Entertainment, not for my own—”
He cut himself off, his expression faltering.
Before he could lose composure, Chuan Jin interjected smoothly, “You’ve mistaken my meaning, President Chen. I meant that since you’re working so hard to personally escort attendees, it’d be unfortunate if your wife misunderstood. Why not let my sister accompany you inside? That way, it’ll look like a joint business appearance. Don’t you agree?”
Chuan Jin smiled sweetly, watching Chen Yuzhong’s expression shift to genuine delight within three seconds. Happily looping her arm through Xu Mianchuan’s, she made her intention unmistakable.
“Hahaha! No wonder they say the Xu Family spent twenty years refining their jewel. President Xu, your sister truly has vision!” Chen Yuzhong laughed heartily, seizing the opportunity to invite, “President Xu, since you’re already here, come along! Let’s show our support for Mr. Wei together.”
“President Chen, you—Xiao Jin!”
Flanked by Chen Yuzhong and Chuan Jin, “President Xu” was practically carried into BlueStar.
Xu Mianchuan sighed in resignation. Under public scrutiny, she had no choice but to straighten her clothes and enter awkwardly.
Once inside, Chuan Jin knew she’d chosen the right place.
BlueStar’s decor was understated yet unmistakably luxurious—every detail exuded the refinement that only wealth could cultivate.
Xu Mianchuan never frequented such venues. It was her first time realizing a bar-club could balance opulence with such clean, soothing elegance.
The main palette featured dreamy, soft blues. Blue-and-white plants demarcated different areas, while scattered starlight beams danced across the dance floor, shifting rhythm with the pianist’s melodies. During brisk interludes, lights illuminated countless crystal butterflies on the dome, evoking a dance through fields of blossoms.
Ah, yes—this was a gift for Wei Chi’s sister. Wei Xingya preferred discretion, so BlueStar naturally reflected her tastes.
Observing her sister’s expression, Chuan Jin guessed Xu Mianchuan appreciated the ambiance. But her own satisfaction stemmed from something else.
From the security guards outside to the servers inside, every staff member had model-tier male looks! In just a few steps, she’d spotted puppy-eyed charmers, rugged types, and collegiate styles—each obedient and agreeable. She refused to believe none could lift Xu Mianchuan’s spirits.
The first-floor dance area served as a social hub. After inquiring with a server, Chuan Jin learned the second floor housed VIP suites. Eager to part with the sisters, Chen Yuzhong secured them a private room and proactively presented the server catalog to Miss Xu.
Chuan Jin and President Chen exchanged knowing smiles. With a wave of her hand, she selected eight attendants.
As a top-tier enterprise in the industry, Shenwen Entertainment carried enough clout for Chen Yuzhong to secure a premium Zone A suite.
As soon as Chuan Jin and Xu Mianchuan took their seats, eight waiters entered carrying drinks—each broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, long-legged, and handsome—calling them “sisters” with every breath, making Chuan Jin’s heart melt.
“Don’t all look at me. Today’s star is CEO Xu here. Make sure she has a good time.”
Two attentive ones immediately surrounded Xu Mianchuan with wine glasses.
“CEO Xu, once you’re at Xing Lan, forget about work. When you play, enjoy yourself wholeheartedly.”
“CEO Xu, this Tulip cocktail is mixed by me with green grapes and rum. It’s complex in flavor and most suitable for ladies. Would you like to try it?”
A pink-green cocktail was offered to her. Xu Mianchuan smiled and declined the man beside her: “Sorry, I don’t drink.”
Her life consisted only of study and work. Even when attending banquets, it was mostly for business purposes. She almost never touched alcohol, let alone accept drinks from strangers in unfamiliar settings.
After politely dismissing the two waiters, Xu Mianchuan turned her gaze to her sister in the dim lighting.
Chuan Jin was currently instructing the less perceptive ones:
“My sister may look gentle, but she can get angry too. Watch your words—don’t bring up work topics. She deals with work all day and has heard enough. The best conversation starters are criticizing men—no offense to you all. Have you heard of Zheng Jingyuan? Yes, just criticize him.”
“If you dare not criticize him, topics about problematic family backgrounds work too—like son preference or parental favoritism… She doesn’t want to drink, so don’t push alcohol on her. Who brought the vodka? Take it away… Oh, and my sister doesn’t like such dim lighting. Turn up the brightness—”
Warm lights brightened, clearing the view. Seeing her earnest and adorable sister, Xu Mianchuan knew there was no escaping today.
She sighed with a smile. Since there was no escape, she might as well enjoy it.
Mid-sentence from Chuan Jin, Xu Mianchuan suddenly stood up with her clutch, making Chuan Jin’s heart skip a beat.
“I’m going to freshen up my makeup. I’ll be right back,” Xu Mianchuan said with a laugh.
Chuan Jin was momentarily stunned, then chuckled: “Go ahead, go ahead.”
While Xu Mianchuan was temporarily away, the waiters stored several bottles of strong liquor under the table. Chuan Jin scanned the private room, still finding the lighting somewhat dim.
The next moment, the lights brightened fully, completely revealing the appearances and figures of all eight waiters.
The club owner had a sharp eye—each had looks fit for the entertainment industry. Chuan Jin’s professional instincts kicked in as she evaluated them one by one.
The first seven were similar—handsome, but not camera-resistant. On screen, their facial flaws would be exposed. They’d do as supporting roles. Number six could barely play a male lead but only in TV dramas, with limited acting range.
When her gaze shifted to the last one, Chuan Jin was momentarily dazed.
[Huh, this number eight…]
Number eight was a young man who appeared quite youthful, slender and delicate. He hadn’t spoken a word since entering. Only now under the bright lights did Chuan Jin notice him.
His face was small with smooth, soft contours and just the right amount of facial blank space. Under the warm lights, his fair skin and red lips needed no embellishment—this was a face that could withstand any camera.
[He’s exactly my type! Big sister already has seven, surely she won’t mind sharing one with me? With looks like this, I simply must have a couple drinks with him—wait, where’s my wine—]