The private room was spacious, requiring a turn to get inside. Due to the dim lighting, Wen Wan became even more confused.
"President Xu!"
"President Zhao!" Several women instantly headed toward their targets, their waists twisting and their voices calling in a way that gave the drunken Wen Wan goosebumps all over.
Wen Wan staggered a bit and almost didn't manage to stay upright.
At that moment, four or five men were sitting on the sofa. Oddly, all but one were surrounded by beauties. The man in the middle was alone, with spaces empty on either side of him, while everyone else was huddled together.
Blinking her eyes, Wen Wan stared at the man in the middle for quite a while, then suddenly laughed and pointed, "You—you didn't get plastic surgery, did you? Why have you transformed into a heartthrob?"
To get a clearer view, Wen Wan walked decisively over to the man and sat down next to him. This entire process was completed under the stunned gaze of everyone present.
"Tiantian was right, the gigolos here are really handsome. What's your name? You really look like the god Mo Mo!" Wen Wan, leaning toward the man, sized up his handsome face with a crazed fan's expression.
The men around them looked shocked at the pair, the man expressionless, the woman clearly drunk. Even the hostesses stopped their flirtatious antics and stared intently at them.
Simply because this man had mysophobia. Whenever he appeared, it was best not to have anyone sit within a meter of him, especially women! There had been an incident before where a new girl, unaware of the rules, was dragged out. And if anyone tried to get close, a single cold glance from him was enough to terrify them.
Today, they all waited for the man to get angry, but his face remained unchanged.
"How much are you for one night?" Wen Wan asked, seeing that the man kept a straight face without responding, "Is it very expensive?"
At last, a trace of emotion appeared on the man's face, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously, as if he was holding back something.
Wen Wan belched sadly and mumbled to herself, "I'm already twenty-five, yet still a virgin. So embarrassing!"
"You, you... how much exactly are you for one night?"
Wen Wan pointed at the man, her eyes drowsy and unable to fully open. Her head began to slowly tip forward and eventually landed right on the man's lap, where she fell asleep.
"Mr. Mo, should I call someone to take her away?" the man beside them immediately whispered tentatively.
"Go book a room," the man glanced down at the woman on his leg and commanded in a deep voice.
"Right away," the other man responded, startled, and then immediately got up and left.
The man was none other than Mo Siluo, the sole heir of the Mo family. The outside world rumored that he disliked the company of women, but tonight, that rumor was shattered!
The next day, when Wen Wan woke up, she found herself in a guest room of the club, her mind exploding.
She had no recollection of the events after getting drunk last night. After looking at her untouched clothes and repeatedly confirming that her body was fine, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.