Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

The Ferrari's tires made a harsh friction sound on the asphalt road. Lin Lang slammed on the brakes. The purple halo of the neon sign of the Rouqing Nightclub made him look handsome in the moonlight.

Walking through the long corridor decorated with crystal chandeliers, Lin Lang found the private room where Zhuang Jingxue was according to the system prompt. He pushed open the carved wooden door of room 308, and deafening electronic music accompanied by the strong aroma of whiskey hit him in the face.

Zhuang Jingxue was twisting her waist against the gilded mirror wall, and her red tube top and tight skirt showed off her hidden sexiness as she moved.

Her hair was messily tangled around her neck, and her bare feet were wearing diamond-studded high heels. She swayed her body to the rhythm of the DJ's dance music, and her fair and delicate skin reflected tiny spots of light under the laser light.

There were several empty beer bottles lying all over the coffee table, a bottle of whiskey had been emptied, and there was another bottle of whiskey that had just been opened and was being drunk. The melted water in the ice bucket was dripping down the edge of the table.

"Master's wife, are you okay?" Lin Lang loosened his tie with his Adam's apple rolling. The cold air from the air conditioner carried the scent of Zhuang Jingxue's perfume into his nose, and the spiciness mixed with alcohol made him dizzy.

Zhuang Jingxue suddenly turned around, her drunken peach blossom eyes lingered on Lin Lang, and a hint of a smile appeared on her red lips.

She staggered over, her warm fingertips wrapped around Lin Lang's wrist bone, and her nails scratched his skin, causing a slight itch.

"Alang, you've come just in time..." Zhuang Jingxue pressed her hot body against his, her breath smelling of alcohol spraying into his ears, "Dancing with Master's Wife."

Before Lin Lang could react, the pair of soft arms had already wrapped around his neck, and the waist that was faintly visible under the silk skirt pressed together and separated with the beat of the drums.

Lin Lang straightened his back and could clearly feel the violent rise and fall of Zhuang Jingxue's chest through the thin shirt. The music vibrated his eardrums, and in a trance he could not tell whether the drum beats came from the speakers or his own frantic heartbeat.

Lin Lang, with a confused look on his face, felt his throat tighten suddenly as Zhuang Jingxue hooked her hands around his neck and rocked him slowly. He felt like he didn't know where to put his hands.

Zhuang Jingxue seemed to be enjoying this moment very much. She looked at Lin Lang who was so close to her with drunken eyes, exuding the charm of a mature woman. The smell of her perfume and alcohol made Lin Lang feel a little intoxicated.

"Uh...you are drunk, let me help you go home!"

At this moment, Lin Lang remained rational and restrained, with his gentlemanly hand suspended in the air and not touching Zhuang Jingxue's body.

Zhuang Jingxue twisted her mature body seductively to the rhythm of the dance music, and said in a teasing tone: "Why? Don't you want to dance with me?"

Lin Lang replied nervously, "Uh... no, I just think you're a little drunk. I'll take you back to Zhou's house."

Zhuang Jingxue hugged Lin Lang's neck tighter, leaned in his arms and said coquettishly: "I'm not drunk. It's rare that I want to indulge myself today. Now is the time for me to be happy. I don't want to go back to Zhou's house which is full of broken bottles and rotten pots."

Lin Lang said sadly: "The antiques displayed in Zhou's house are not broken bottles and rotten pots. They are all valuable treasures and antiques."

"Bullshit, those junks are worthless in my eyes, because owning those so-called treasures and antiques can't bring me happiness at all." Zhuang Jingxue's eyes began to turn red, as if she had countless grievances that she wanted to express.

Lin Lang asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you? Did something happen at work and make you feel down?"

Zhuang Jingxue shook her body slowly and said aggrievedly, "Don't you know why I'm in a bad mood?"

Lin Lang was confused and said weakly, "I really don't know. Please tell me where I did wrong and I will definitely change it."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxue replied, "Don't think I don't know. You are just as promiscuous as your master. You flirt with other women every day. Your master never changed his lustful habit. Can you change it?"

Lin Lang broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this and laughed awkwardly, "How did you know? Did Mengyao tell you?"

"Humph, how should I know? Your nickname is the Emperor of Shanghai, and your romantic gossip is the gossip of Shanghai citizens after dinner. Why don't you learn your lesson?"

"Well... maybe it's inherited from my master. I might have been influenced by my master's preference for beauty, so the upper beam is crooked and the lower beams are crooked too." Lin Lang is also good at passing the buck.

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue leaned into Lin Lang's arms and laughed drunkenly, "You came to me with your skills. Did your master teach you these things? You are just trying to put the blame on your master."

"I have been taught." Lin Lang smiled awkwardly with a bitter face.

"Bullshit! You have no evidence to prove your mistake, but you're trying to push the blame onto your master. You're just as much of a liar as your master." Zhuang Jingxue suddenly bit Lin Lang's shoulder hard.

“Hiss…” Lin Lang grimaced in pain, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, “Why are you still biting me? Are you venting your dissatisfaction with my master on me?”

Zhuang Jingxue smiled drunkenly and said coquettishly: "I am happy, I am willing, I will bite you, what can you do?"

Lin Lang was speechless, but he was too embarrassed to say anything, so he could only smile awkwardly and said, "Uh...you are drunk, let me help you go home."

"Mengyao is not at home today. She and Pan Xiaoting went to live at Mu Xuelan's house. What do you want to take me home for?" Zhuang Jingxue drunkenly blew air on Lin Lang's face.

Lin Lang's throat rolled, and he said restrainedly: "I'm sending you home, of course I'm taking you home to sleep. You still have to operate on patients tomorrow, shouldn't you rest early so that you can be in better condition on the operating table tomorrow?"

"No, I haven't had enough fun yet. Come here and continue drinking with me." Zhuang Jingxue let go of Lin Lang's neck, took Lin Lang's hand, and walked towards the sofa with light steps.

Helplessly, Lin Lang could only support the obviously drunk Zhuang Jingxue, sit on the sofa, and continue to persuade her: "You are already drunk, you really can't drink anymore."

Zhuang Jingxue seemed to be drunk, she took a big sip from the whiskey glass, leaned on Lin Lang and laughed drunkenly: "Don't you scumbags always like to say, drink while you can, and pick the flowers when they are in bloom."

"Those are all PUA tactics to brainwash women. You are a woman of status and social status. You can't continue drinking and indulging yourself." Lin Lang reached out to grab the wine glass from Zhuang Jingxue's hand.

"Bullshit! I don't want you to morally blackmail me. Does a woman with status and social position have to stay alone in an empty room and be a widow every night?" When Zhuang Jingxue and Lin Lang were fighting for the wine glass, she accidentally spilled the wine on Lin Lang's clothes.

"Uh..." Lin Lang felt melancholy.

"Oh, sorry, Alang, I didn't mean to spill the wine on you." Zhuang Jingxue hurriedly took out a few tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table and wiped the wine stains on Lin Lang's pants and suit jacket.

As Zhuang Jingxue wiped the wine stains on his trousers and thighs, Lin Lang said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's okay, you don't have to wipe it off. I'll change my clothes when we get back to Zhou's house."

Zhuang Jingxue took off Lin Lang's suit jacket while drunkenly saying, "It's uncomfortable to wear clothes soaked in alcohol, and alcohol is flammable and will catch fire if it gets a spark. You'd better take off your jacket."

"Uh... okay." Lin Lang had no choice but to take off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa.

"Come, have a few drinks with me. I won't go home unless you make me happy." Zhuang Jingxue poured a glass of wine for Lin Lang and stuffed it into his hands.

Lin Lang declined: "I drove here, how can I take you home after drinking?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Jingxuejing replied charmingly: "What are you afraid of? There is a hotel opposite the Rouqing Nightclub. At worst, we can stay in the hotel after drinking. If that doesn't work, we can take a taxi back to Zhou's house."

Lin Lang looked embarrassed after hearing this. He even had sweat on his temples due to his nervousness and complicated mood. He didn't know what to do with the wine glass in his hand.

At this moment, Zhuang Jingxue clinked glasses with Lin Lang, pouted and said coquettishly: "Why, you can drink with other women, but you can't drink with me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll finish it and you should drink less, and then we'll take a taxi back to Zhou's house." Lin Lang drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The spicy wine was like a burning flame, rushing down his throat, as if to ignite his entire throat.

Every drop of wine brought a strong stimulation. When the wine entered the abdominal cavity, the burning sensation became more intense, like a stream of boiling magma raging in the body, making Lin Lang couldn't help coughing twice.

"Master's wife, why do you drink such a strong liquor?"

Zhuang Jingxue leaned on Lin Lang, shaking her whiskey glass and grinning, "Don't you scumbags always say you want to drink the strongest liquor and sleep with the prettiest girls? Why, you're just talking nonsense, can't you get used to drinking strong liquor?"

Lin Lang said earnestly: "That's what I said, but drinking such strong alcohol is not good for your health. You are a thoracic surgery expert, so you should know how to maintain your health. It's best to drink less, especially such high-proof alcohol."

"Don't bother me. What's wrong with me drinking? I'm a widow who has to stay alone in the empty room every night. Why should I live for so long? Just to be unable to sleep alone on the lonely night?" Zhuang Jingxue took another big sip of whiskey.

Lin Lang felt that something was wrong with Zhuang Jingxue today, but he was too embarrassed to say anything, so he could only comfort her: "Loneliness is the norm in life, so companionship is so precious. Haven't you heard that loneliness is the highest level of freedom?"

"Bullshit, since loneliness is the highest level of freedom, why don't you choose loneliness, but play with other women outside every day behind Mengyao's back?"

"Well... I'm not young and my hormones are too high. I'm at an age where my body is easily agitated, so I occasionally have affairs outside."

Zhuang Jingxue said in a charming manner: "Stop making excuses for yourself. I am still in my forties, at the age of thirty and forty. Why should you be able to hang out outside while I should enjoy the luxury of being alone?"

Lin Lang breathed in the charming perfume on Zhuang Jingxue's body, and argued with a tight throat: "That's different. I'm a man, and I won't suffer any loss if I go out and have fun. You're a woman, so you have to pay attention to your reputation."