The driver looked up at Du Xiaorong and a spark of astonishment flashed across his face. He was well aware of his master's preferences — an abundance of beauty, a surplus of women was never enough.
"Not at all, not at all. Please get in, Miss Meng!"
The driver graciously opened the car door, inviting Meng Xi'er and Du Xiaorong to enter together.
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In the hotel's grand hall, the scent of perfume and the shadow of beautiful women, the melody of song and dance, an atmosphere of merriment and joy was made even more surreal under the illumination of the enormous crystal chandelier hanging from the rooftop.
The wine, a deep red, swayed within the transparency of glass cups, handed from the waiters to the different guests in the hall. Women with elegant makeup and gorgeous gowns, men with satisfied smiles and sharp black suits, offering a spectacle of a dazzling array of light and shadow.
This was a feast built upon staggering quantities of wealth.
