Fang Lin and Tang Guihua, like Luo Yang, were both around six-tenths drunk.
Without Luo Yang's help, had they gone to the restroom, it's unclear if they could have peed smoothly.
He glanced left and right, noticing that their eyes were closed, mostly asleep with a touch of wakefulness.
A while later, the sound of trickling water was almost inaudible.
However, the occasional "drip-drip-drip" of faint sounds could still be heard.
Their bladders were too full; they couldn't completely empty them all at once.
Luo Yang had experienced this before with Qiao Zai Shui, when he thought she was done peeing and picked her up, only to find she would still squirt a little, wetting his crotch.
Now more experienced, he didn't rush to pick them up, letting them squat a little longer.
Luo Yang also squatted, with his arms around Fang Lin and Tang Guihua. He had to thread his forearms under theirs from their armpits and clasp their arms to steady them.
Only when the dripping sound ceased did Luo Yang help them up.
Just as he thought of pulling up their pants inside the restroom, he suddenly heard the door open. He didn't know who it was, oh boy, that scared the life out of me.
At that moment, Fang Lin and Tang Guihua had been raised, but their pants were still down around their lower legs.
Luo Yang pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside.
"Huh, where have they gone?"
Ah! That was unmistakably An Yuying's voice. Sister Guanyin, save me.
In a matter of seconds, it was impossible for Luo Yang to pull up the pants for both Fang Lin and Tang Guihua.
If he left them and walked out of the restroom himself, he would still arouse An Yuying's suspicion, and if she entered the restroom and saw Fang Lin and Tang Guihua with their bare butts sitting on the floor, oh boy, the scene was too beautiful, unbearable to look at.
Luo Yang's mind raced, and in an instant, he thought of many ideas, including calling An Yuying inside, carrying the two women out, or pulling up their pants first...
Footsteps echoed in the private room, then headed toward the restroom. Oh, oh, little deity, please manifest yourself quickly.
At that moment, a door closing sound came from outside, not from the private room Luo Yang was in.
An Yuying's footsteps halted, and then she headed to the doorway.
Luo Yang's heart finally settled down, hehe, Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy, I'll burn two sticks of incense for you tonight.
Once An Yuying's footsteps receded from the private room, Luo Yang hurriedly pulled up the pants for Fang Lin and Tang Guihua. Honestly, as a morally upright man, he truly didn't see much.
This he dared to swear to the Earth God.
He listened again with perked ears for a while, before quickly carrying the two women out of the restroom and setting them down on the sofa.
If An Yuying came back now, at least it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
Luo Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and chuckled. My wife often checks the rooms; I'm done for.
He then sneaked out of the private room and returned to the one An Yuying used for resting.
At the moment, An Yuying was talking in the private room where Zhu Li was.
Luo Yang sat on the sofa waiting for An Yuying. After two minutes, she came in.
Seeing Luo Yang in the private room, she was quite surprised.
"Huh, where did you go just now?" An Yuying asked softly.
"Checking each private room, seeing who needed help. Just thought of something, how about hot pot tonight?"
As An Yuying approached, Luo Yang took her hand and made her sit beside him.
Then, hehe, he casually placed his hand on her thigh, gently patting it.
His hand didn't move away, although his eyes were fixed on An Yuying's pretty face.
"You're at it again, eh?" An Yuying pouted her red lips.
"Huh? Sister An, what's up?" Luo Yang patted her thigh again.
Hehe, as smooth and warm as Yuying.
"Why are you stroking my thigh, I know you're doing it on purpose," An Yuying's cheeks were turning redder.
"Oh, Sister An, you are wearing pants..." Luo Yang said with a laugh.
An Yuying pushed his hand away and gave him a deep, lingering look.
At times like this, what she most needed was to be comforted.
Luo Yang had quite a knack for this; after pecking her red lips a few times, a smile appeared on her mouth. My, my, this skill could definitely be considered expert level.
"Where has your left hand wandered off to now?" An Yuying pushed Luo Yang's hand away.
"Sister An, I didn't intentionally place my left hand on you. I was just trying to hold your hand," Luo Yang said with a smile.
That sly smile—dammit, even a three-year-old child would understand what that expression meant.
"You said you wanted to hold someone's hand, but where did it end up? Here is where my hand is. And you're pinching my breast again. I'm getting angry," An Yuying cooed.
"Sister An, don't be angry."
Luo Yang quickly pecked her lips again.
Originally, he had planned to discuss serious matters with Shuang Qiao, but he got held up for a while in Tang Guihua's private room.
"Sister An, rest for a bit, don't walk around. I'll go talk to them now. I'll be back soon. Lie down," Luo Yang said softly.
"You're at it again, I know what you're up to," An Yuying said, guarding her chest with one hand and pushing away Luo Yang's hand with the other.
Heh heh, she's gotten smarter.
Luo Yang grinned, pecked An Yuying's lips once more, and then walked out of the private room.
Upon entering the private room where Shuang Qiao was, he found them on the verge of falling asleep.
Chen Jie was still in the room, leisurely smoking a cigarette.
The room was enveloped in smoke, and it was painful to see that Shuang Qiao, who didn't smoke, had to inhale second-hand smoke.
When Luo Yang arrived, Shuang Qiao immediately perked up.
With Chen Jie present, Luo Yang had no choice but to sit on a single-seater sofa.
Then Chen Jie walked over and sat on the armrest of the sofa, leaning against Luo Yang's shoulder.
Luo Yang turned his head for a look; oh, so round and so white. He smacked his lips, heh heh, and with an opening of his mouth... heh heh.
"Hey, take a drag," Chen Jie offered the cigarette to Luo Yang's lips.
"Sister Chen, the outfit you're wearing today really complements your skin tone," Luo Yang complimented.
Just now he had to be sneaky, but now he could freely glance.
"How exactly do you plan to help my cousin?" Chen Jie exhaled smoke in his direction and asked.
"Let's start with plan A."
Luo Yang explained the plan he had come up with.
In the end, he sought Chen Jie's opinion.
"Sister Chen, do you think it's feasible?" Luo Yang asked.
Chen Jie slid off the armrest and sat on Luo Yang's lap.
Seeing this, Shuang Qiao chuckled without a word.
"Sister Chen, would you like to sit on this sofa?" Luo Yang said with a smile.
He felt an embarrassed bulge at the thought of her sitting on his lap, heh heh.
Chen Jie honestly replied, "I like sitting on your lap."
If Sister Chen said so, he just had to let her be.
"A lifetime membership for 100,000 yuan seems too little; let's do one million, with 10 spots available. A million isn't much. To my knowledge, there are quite a few people who can afford it."
Chen Jie blew out a perfect smoke ring.
The plan was to use Chen Jie's beauty salon as a base, selling a batch of lifetime memberships in a short period and offering a free bottle of beauty stream product monthly. This way, they could quickly make a large sum of money to pay off Shuang Qiao's debt.
Chen Jie knew the beauty salon's circumstances best.
Luo Yang said, "Sister Chen, you handle it. However you want to do it is up to you. I'll be responsible for providing the beauty products."
At that moment, Qiao Yousi couldn't help but inquire, "Cousin, how long will it take to get the money?"
Wang Yunxiong was coming to collect debts from Shuang Qiao's company tomorrow, and they couldn't delay much longer. If they didn't pay up, given Wang Yunxiong's character, if he couldn't get the money, he might forcefully take someone instead—my goodness, Shuang Qiao could really be in trouble.