"I told you I would treat everyone well."

He Da Dong raised his head, smoothing his hair with a smug look on his face, his eyes brimming with confidence. "Sister Susan, you can rest assured, I will definitely arrange everything perfectly."

As soon as he finished speaking, nearly twenty men and women poured out of the entrance of the "Drunken Bar". They were dressed in all sorts of fashionable clothes, some fresh and clean, others cool and stylish.

They may not be the most beautiful, but each has its own merits.

The group bowed respectfully to the crowd and said in unison:

"Hello boss! Hello customers! Welcome!"

He Da Dong beamed with delight, clearly very satisfied with the performance of his employees.

He waved his hand and said generously, "Good, good, good. These guests are honored guests of your Brother Qiang and me today. We must treat them well and make them feel the warmth of home. Do you understand?"

"I heard you!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

Then, the group of handsome men and beautiful women automatically split into groups of four or five and surrounded them.

It's clear that He Dadong genuinely wanted to give Chuanliu and Susan a proper "welcome." These guys each had their own unique charm; some were sunny and handsome, some were mature and steady, and others were dashing and unrestrained—there was a variety of styles to choose from.

Several men enthusiastically surrounded them, attracted by the beauty and charm of the two women, and reached out to pull on the arms that Chuanliu and Susan were holding.

Seeing this, Susan had no choice but to let go.

Chuanliu's arm was grabbed by several boys who were eager to pull it.

They pulled Chuanliu along, enthusiastically heading towards the private room, constantly talking to her along the way, trying to attract her attention.

Upon entering the "Drunk Bar," you are immediately greeted by deafening, upbeat music.

Chuanliu frowned. She instinctively wanted to cover her ears, but both her arms were being held by the men, and she couldn't move.

A huge circular bar counter occupies a prominent position.

A variety of drinks were displayed on the bar, the crystal-clear glasses shimmering alluringly under the lights. A faint aroma of alcohol and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, making one unable to resist indulging in the ambiance.

In the middle of the dance floor, people had already begun to drink and dance joyfully; cheers rose and fell, adding to the liveliness and passion of the space. In this atmosphere, people were more likely to let down their guard and fully enjoy freedom and indulgence.

One of the men pushed his way to the front, grabbed Chuanliu's right hand, and said with a bright smile, "Miss Chuanliu, shall we go over there and dance together later?"

The other man grabbed Chuanliu's left hand and said in a deep, irresistible voice, "Miss Chuanliu, our cocktails are fantastic. My treat, shall we go and try them?"

A man suddenly leaned close to her ear, a breath of air entering it, his voice laced with provocation, "Miss Chuanliu, what kind of games do you like to play? I have plenty of fresh and exciting games here, I guarantee you'll have a blast tonight!"

She frowned slightly, trying to hear everyone's words through the loud music.

Unfortunately, the noise was so loud that she could only see the men opening their mouths to speak, but couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Meanwhile, almost the same scene was unfolding on Susan's, Qian Chuan's, Wang Shuo's, and Xiao Yao's side.

However, when it was the three men's turn, the objects of their enthusiasm shifted to the young and beautiful women.

Qian Chuan and Wang Shuo were both worldly people, and despite being surrounded by many young ladies, they remained polite and calm.

They maintained an appropriate distance from the women who approached them, neither appearing aloof nor overly intimate, displaying just the right amount of grace.

However, for Xiaoyao, who is somewhat "afraid of women," this situation is a bit difficult to handle.

His face flushed bright red, like a ripe apple, and he didn't know where to look, afraid of making eye contact with any lady.

Surrounded by the crowd, he swayed precariously, almost unable to support himself. He gave an awkward smile, nervously swallowing, clearly quite frightened by the scene.

He Dadong and Zhuang Qiang stood to the side, exchanged a smile, their faces full of smugness.

They were very satisfied with their arrangements, as if they could already see everyone lost in the pleasures of the world.

They refused to believe that anyone could escape the bewitching spell of their "drunken bar".

The group was practically ushered into the private room.

The dim lighting in the private room seemed to drape the space in a hazy veil, creating a dreamy and alluring atmosphere that made everything easier to do.

On the surrounding walls, color-changing light strips flickered incessantly, like a flowing rainbow, casting shifting light and shadow on everyone's faces. The light and shadow danced across their faces, sometimes gently caressing them, sometimes wildly teasing them, setting the rhythm for the entire atmosphere.

Before anyone knew it, Zhuang Qiang had already selected "The Drunken Butterfly" and started singing.

Chuanliu wasn't shy about the men's approach. She calmly observed everyone while eating the food the male models offered her.

His movements were so practiced, it was as if he were a regular customer.

Seeing that Xiaoyao was about to faint, she got up and went over to him, handed him a die, and whispered something in his ear.

Xiaoyao then returned to normal. He nodded seriously to Chuanliu, ignoring the women around him, and began to bury himself in fiddling with the die.

Qianchuan noticed the situation between Chuanliu and Xiaoyao. He raised an eyebrow at Chuanliu, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The latter raised an eyebrow at him, smiled, and said nothing.

At this moment, He Dadong approached Chuanliu.

It was because the girl in front of him was a "10 of Diamonds" and also because she was his type.

He Da Dong seemed to want to show off his charm. He touched his slicked-back hair, then reached up and casually placed his hand on the back of the sofa where Chuan Liu was sitting. He smiled and said, "Miss Chuan Liu, do you know where love begins?"

Chuanliu: "What?"

He Da Dong: "It starts with you and me."

Chuanliu smiled politely: "Does Brother Da Dong often flirt with girls like this?"

He Da Dong moved closer. "I don't flirt with the heavens, I don't flirt with the earth, I only flirt with you."

Chuanliu: "...Is that so?"

He Dadong: "I really regret it."

Chuanliu: "...Is that so?"

He Da Dong: "I regret not meeting you sooner."

Chuanliu didn't reply, but instead looked at the screen where the song was playing.

He Da Dong received no response from the woman for a long time, so realizing he was being frivolous, he picked up his drink, swirled the glass, and stood up. "Looks like none of us young men have piqued Miss Chuan Liu's interest."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands.

The door to the private room opened, and ten handsome male models walked in and stood in front of Chuanliu and Susan.

Among them was a familiar face that made Chuanliu's breath catch in his throat.