The spider demon stripped off the cassock.

The inward corner of the U-shaped sofa now resembles a spider's web cave crawling with spider demons.

Jiang Songhe originally didn't sit in the corner, but three or four internet celebrities, who were made up of technology and ruthless skills, squeezed around him at Liang Jinping's command. The discomfort caused by this scene was even greater than when he was surrounded by dancers at the Maner DA nightclub.

He gripped his wine glass and moved away, while the group of internet celebrities, like checkers, placed their pieces wherever they could find an opening. He moved to a corner, where a woman with a silicone-like face and a super short skirt raised her leg high, brushing against his knee, completely blocking his path, and sat down right next to him.

The silicone-faced man held his hand, which was gripping the neck of the glass, and poured more wine. Immediately, someone else lifted the glass from the bottom. To the right was a leg, to the left a chest. He could only look forward, his gaze fixed on the hand towel on the table.

Jiang Songhe's task tonight is to wait for Liang Jinping to get drunk and then seize the opportunity to find out what went wrong behind "Yan Ge Xing" so that he can come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Based on Liang Jinping's previous humble toasting and refusal to drink, he knew he couldn't forcefully drive away these troublesome women. He should even be thankful that Liang Jinping only started drinking because of their presence.

By the time Jiang Songhe came to his senses, his glass was already full of wine. Then, his forearm was lifted up by several hands, and the rim of the glass was brought to his lips. If he didn't open his mouth, the wine would definitely spill all over him.

If Liang Jinping seizes the opportunity to end things here, then everything he did tonight will have been in vain, and he will owe Wu Fangsi a favor for nothing, which he will have to repay in a cowardly manner afterward.

Jiang Songhe had already agreed to Wu Fangsi's conditions, and there was no reason for her to go back on her word.

Amidst the annoying jeers and commotion, he downed the entire glass of brandy. Drinking it like that left no chance to spit out the cheating, and the handkerchief on the table ultimately served only its intended purpose.

Jiang Songhe used the act of wiping her mouth to turn her gaze to Lin Duole, trying to remind the employee with her eyes to remember her task for the evening.

Liang Jinping caught him red-handed: "President Jiang is still thinking about your mistress? Is he complaining that my people weren't served well enough?"

“Since the boss is protecting us and won’t let us drink,” Liang Jinping said with a wicked smile, his words dripping with filth. He hugged the busty anchorwoman and kissed her, then raised the glass in his hand. Following Jiang Songhe’s gaze, he ordered Lin Duole, “Then go up and sing a few songs to liven things up. Don’t let my brother-in-law’s efforts go to waste.”

Lin Duole was squeezed to the very edge of the sofa, and was repeatedly kicked and stomped on by the high heels of the mermaid-like figure. He was almost poked to the ground. His position was right in front of the karaoke machine, so he had no choice but to randomly select a song and go up to the stage to sit on the high stool behind the microphone.

Jiang Songhe was too busy to stop him, and thought that singing was much better than listening to vulgarities and being forced to drink, so he didn't say anything to stop him.

The glass was quickly refilled, and seizing the opportunity while he was still sober, he took the initiative and raised his glass to Liang Jinping again: "Then thank you for your generosity. I'll drink to that first."

However, he intentionally avoided the title "Brother Liang," not wanting to associate with demons.

“That’s right, that’s the attitude for asking for a favor!” Liang Jinping finally retorted, taking a big gulp. “We’re all seasoned foxes, why are you playing games with me? You can’t just give me those high-sounding words. You have to show me real action like this before I’ll even consider giving you a little something. Don’t you think so, Mr. Jiang?”

Jiang Songhe had already hurriedly drunk more than half a bottle of Martell XO, which was 40° alcohol. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back, and his heart began to pound wildly and he started to panic.

He subconsciously loosened his grip on the bottle, tugged at the tie around his neck, and reached for his trench coat belt. He glanced around, rubbed his knuckles, placed his hands on his knees, and adopted a seated posture to create a barrier with his body as much as possible.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang's really hot. Don't you guys have any sense? Hurry up and help Mr. Jiang take off his trench coat!" Liang Jinping said.

The spider demons immediately grabbed the robe and ripped it off.

The trench coat was taken off and shaken open, and Jiang Songhe's car keys slipped out of his pocket and fell to the ground. The silicone-faced man, quite perceptive, pushed Jiang Songhe's shoulder for leverage and bent down to reach for them.

The soft texture slid down against Jiang Songhe's calves, which were encased in his trousers. Jiang Songhe frowned and abruptly pulled his leg back.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha." Wu Fangsi, who had been completely absent the whole time, suddenly burst into laughter on the other side.

Jiang Songhe raised her lowered eyebrows and looked over, only to see Wu Fangsi with one arm around a delicate young man and the other hand gripping the top edge of an iPad. Both of them were focused on the screen and not looking at the other side.

Jiang Songhe, who was probably watching some funny video, relaxed her brows and reluctantly took the car keys from the silicone-faced man's hand.

He tugged at it, but the key ring got caught and wouldn't budge.

"Oh, that Luman in the parking space belongs to President Jiang! It looked so cool when it came in! President Jiang, how about we add each other on WeChat? Maybe you can give me a ride sometime when you're free!"

Square blocks of light lit up everywhere in the Spider Cave.

"I want one too! Mr. Jiang, you can't be biased!"

"What brand is Luman? I've never heard of it. Is it as expensive as Brother Liang's Maserati?"

"I just checked, it should be the top-of-the-line Super Challenger, at least three hundred of them, right? I remember Brother Liang's was a Grega..."

"Brother Liang, hehe, shouldn't you consider getting a new car?"

"..." Jiang Songhe only kept talking nonsense and used various feigned actions to cover it up. He hesitated to take out his phone. Before he knew it, the conversation had gone in a bad direction. He immediately looked at Liang Jinping's reaction.

Liang Jinping's face was indeed not good, with a faint bluish tinge. He swirled his glass for a long time without saying a word, then tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass by himself.

The busty livestreamer quickly refilled Liang Jinping's drink, trying to soothe his breath while feigning anger and reproach towards the Spider Cave side: "What do you know? Brother Liang's style is understated luxury..."

Taking advantage of the situation, Jiang Songhe retrieved the car keys and stuffed them into the back pocket of his trench coat: "Just for show..."

Liang Jinping interrupted her, saying, "That's all." He continued, "It's time to replace my old, beat-up car from 21 years ago."

Liang Jinping rested his chin on the shoulder of the busty anchorwoman, his hand gripping the forearm beneath her shoulder. His wicked gaze swept over her neck and stared intently at Jiang Songhe: "But as the producer of the enterprise information platform, it's not appropriate for me to buy brand new products and steal the limelight from my superiors."

"How about this?" Liang Jinping let go of Jiang Songhe's arm, leaving a red handprint on his forearm. He pointed vaguely at Jiang Songhe and said, "When General Manager Jiang's company is liquidated, you can sell it to me at a discount so I can get a good deal."

Jiang Songhe's panic and anger were suddenly amplified by these words, turning into an almost uncontrollable rage. His temples were throbbing, and he really wanted to smash the cup and go over and beat this old bastard who slept with both men and women.

But he immediately realized his thoughts, forced a smile to suppress his impulse, and his deep, dark eyes could not hide the chilling light as he raised the glass that still had a sip of wine left.

"You're joking."

-

On stage, Lin Duole used a breathy voice to half-hum and half-sing a few songs, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth between Jiang Songhe and Liang Jinping.

Buzzing—

The piercing whistling attracted everyone's attention in the private room. Everyone looked at Lin Duole, who was startled and hurriedly pulled his phone away from the microphone.

"Excuse me!" Lin Duole craned his neck to get into the microphone, then shrank back to avoid it. "I need to go to the restroom."

After saying that, he hurriedly grabbed his phone and went out.

The fairies sneered, "Why is this young man so dazed? There are plenty of them in the private room!"

Wu Fangsi followed Lin Duole's figure closely, locked the iPad screen, pulled her legs back, and said to the girl beside her, "I'm going to take a shower too."

"They're keeping you company, which is perfect..."

Jiao 0 pretended to get up and follow, but Wu Fangsi pressed her down. Wu Fangsi put the iPad in Jiao 0's arms, pinched her soft earlobe and said gently, "I'll be back soon. You stay here and protect my tablet. All my wealth is in it, okay?"

"Then you have to kiss me first, sign and put your fingerprint on it, and I'll let you go." Jiao 0, dazed, half-knelt down on the sofa and leaned in.

"Heh." Wu Fangsi leaned forward, cupping half of Jiao's face in one hand. His full, smiling lips drew ever closer, finally stopping just a hand's width away. His thumb lightly pressed against her pouting, lip-glazed lips. "Let's see how you do."

He then got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

Jiao slumped down dejectedly, when her iPad lit up and a WeChat notification popped up on the screen.

"GRACE: Landing in six hours, CUL (See you soon)."

"Grace? Isn't that a woman's name? Are you kidding me?! Tch, so boring." Jiao rolled her eyes, casually shoved the iPad into the sofa cushions, and crawled along a U-shaped path to Liang Jinping's side. "Brother Liang~~~~~"

...

"They're being way too demanding! We need to consider our own promotional schedule too!! Although G-Raymy and Yan Ge Xing's expected launch dates are around the same, they're demanding that the flexibility of coordination be included in the contract... Big companies are bullying their customers!"

Lin Duole leaned against the sink in the public restroom, staring at the "de-jargon" version of the contract sent by both sides' legal departments on his phone screen, muttering resentfully, "We still have to sign a confidentiality agreement with outrageous penalty clauses?! Janus, loosen your grip already, or I'm about to stop being a fan..."

"Are you a Janus fan?"