Unbridled, Depraved

The grille lights of the embedded bar booth emit bright white-yellow light, and its cold texture contrasts sharply with the low-key luxury inside the booth.

The light softly shines on every corner of the booth, adding a touch of mystery and elegance to this private space.

In the booth, several well-known bosses in Beijing were sitting and chatting.

The bar owner personally brought several waiters and respectfully delivered several bottles of aged fine wine to the round table in the middle of the booth.

The air was filled with a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol. Compared to the noisy atmosphere and the blurry light and shadow on the dance floor, the atmosphere in the booth seemed a bit deserted.

Xie Jincheng sat on the single sofa with his legs crossed, leaning lazily against the back of the sofa.

Zhao Zechuan, who was standing by, had a cigarette in his hand and was chatting happily with Sun Shuo, the chairman of Jianmin Group across the street.

Song Yubai and Li Youqian sat aside and agreed from time to time.

The waiter next to him handed over a cigarette and a lighter, and Xie Jincheng slowly lit a cigarette.

He didn't rush to draw, but raised his arm and looked at the hands of the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

Half past ten in the evening.

He stared at the dance floor in front of him, where lights were flashing and figures were swaying, and frowned slightly.

Then, he picked up the phone on the table, slid his slender fingers gently across the screen, and sent a message to his little wife at home:

[Mrs. Xie, what are you doing? ]

The phone vibrated quickly, and a reply popped up on the screen:

[I'm going to take a shower and go to bed! See you tomorrow my dear husband, I love you. [Kiss]]

The man put down his phone, held a cigarette between his slender fingers and took a light puff. His movements were indescribably charming and alluring.

The heavy rhythm of the subwoofer vibrates every inch of space like a heartbeat, and the exciting rhythm of the drums seems to be able to awaken the most primitive impulse in the body, making people can't help but sway along.

The electric guitar solo in the high pitch is sharp and penetrating, cutting through the air and stirring up layer upon layer of sound waves.

On the dance floor, Mrs. Xie, who said she was going to take a shower and go to bed, was now wearing a sexy short skirt, stockings, and heavy makeup that he had never seen before. She was eye-catching on the dance floor.

She is as beautiful as a demon.

It makes people fall in love with it at first sight and cannot extricate themselves.

The man's dark black eyes were fixed on the graceful figure on the dance floor, and suddenly he chuckled.

Li Youqian beside him followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

"Why, Master Qi has changed his taste? Have you started to like sexy and charming girls?"

"What a voluptuous, sexy hottie."

Xie Jincheng murmured softly. Sun Shuo, who was sitting opposite Zhao Zechuan, squinted his eyes and glanced at the dance floor, then laughed and teased:

"Since Master Qi likes her, then ask her to come up and have a drink with Master Qi! Being favored by Master Qi is a blessing she will never get in her lifetime."

Xie Jincheng didn't say anything. He looked up and exhaled a cigarette. The white smoke slowly rose, blurring the expression on his face.

The waiter standing next to him was very perceptive. He heard the conversation at the table and walked towards the dance floor in front.

But before he could take two steps, the sexy girl in black merged into the crowd and moved towards the box at the back of the bar.

"Hey! Old Xie, isn't that your nephew Ye Xiangan?"

Reminded by the sharp-eyed Song Yubai, Xie Jincheng looked through the crowd in the dance floor and indeed saw Ye Xiangan who was chasing after Shen Qianhe.

For a moment, his chest seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible force, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation arose.

He stared at Ye Xiang'an's hurried figure, his eyes gradually becoming deep and cold.

At that moment, an extremely evil thought suddenly arose in the man's heart:

Right here, he thought.

In public, in full view of everyone, he took her violently.

He wanted everyone to know that she was his and only his.

No one can get involved.

......

Box No. 1036.

Shen Qianhe closed the door gently, turned around and smiled at Yuan Xiao who had been waiting in the room, and the two of them walked towards the bathroom in the box tacitly.

The bathroom door was locked, isolating it from all the noise from the outside world.

Shen Qianhe took the white long skirt handed to her by Yuan Xiao, quickly took off her black short skirt, and handed it to Yuan Xiao.

"Hurry up, don't make him wait too long."

"Okay, Ms. Chizuru."

Under the warm yellow light, the two quickly changed their clothes.

Shen Qianhe looked at Yuan Xiao, who had the same big waves and smoky makeup, and asked in a low voice: "Are all the things ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Will you know what to do later?"

"I know, Ms. Qianzuru, don't worry, I am sure of it."

The corners of Shen Qianhe's mouth curled up in a satisfied arc. She tied her hair up high into a bun.

"You can go out now. Text me when you're done."

"it is good."

Shen Qianhe took out the makeup remover oil from the handbag that Yuan Xiao brought, squeezed it into the palm of her hand, and began to remove her makeup.

As the cleansing oil was applied, the heavy makeup on her face gradually dissolved.

After washing with clean water, the originally fair and clear skin is revealed.

Ye Xiangan stood at the end of the corridor of the box, frowning and looking around.

Just now, he clearly saw her coming towards this side, but in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Just as he was thinking about it, the girl who had been haunting him walked out of the box next to him.

......

About ten minutes later, Shen Qianhe washed off the makeup on her face, did a simple skin care, and walked out of the box.

Her skin looked exceptionally fair under the light, and the high ponytail and pure white dress made her look like a pure female college student, naive and yet exuding a faint youthful aura.

She lowered her head and patted her white dress, and accidentally bumped into a strong chest.

What caught my eye were black suit pants and leather shoes.

When the familiar fragrance entered his nose, Shen Qianhe was slightly stunned and raised his head stiffly.

The man unbuttoned two buttons of the white shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his neck and a little bit of his collarbone, with the little strawberries she left there last night.

The man's tough facial features revealed a sharp and cold handsomeness.

The dim lights in the corridor of the box gathered together, creating an intoxicating halo around him.

Shen Qianhe's heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Got caught.

She laughed awkwardly, "Thank... Mr. Xie, why... why are you here?"

Xie Jincheng stared at her flustered and helpless little face with great interest, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses filled with a romantic smile that was difficult to conceal.

He stretched out his index finger, gently lifted her chin, and gently scratched the soft corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"Mrs. Xie, you are really naughty."

"I can't help myself. I want to punish you severely."