After saying that, he didn't forget to grope the woman's body.

Sensing Zhao Heng's actions, the woman feigned shyness and said, "You're so naughty, sir."

He then took the opportunity to lean against Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was naturally aware that the woman had ulterior motives, but he was happy to see it happen.

Instead of pushing the woman away, he pulled her onto his lap and his hands roamed restlessly over her body.

Then the door to the private room was pushed open again, and the items Zhao Heng had ordered were gradually placed on the table. A line of waiters walked in carrying various kinds of mixed drinks of different colors.

Having worked in bars for a long time, the waiters knew what to look at and what to listen to. They turned a deaf ear to what was happening in front of them, not even giving it a glance, and carefully placed the things in their hands on the table before turning around and leaving.

Similarly, the women accompanying Zhao Heng also ignored him, each using all their charms to please the man.

The man in front of them was like a hot commodity in their eyes.

If this were in ancient times, she would certainly have received the same treatment as an emperor.

Zhao Heng held the woman in his arms, and he had long wanted to pounce on her, but he found that there was no reaction from his lower body.

Zhao Heng was puzzled and somewhat disbelieving that it was his fault.

It must be that this woman isn't good enough to attract his attention.

He then removed the woman from his lap and turned his gaze to another woman with an even more voluptuous figure, his eyes filled with a strange emotion.

Such a woman would have been his favorite before.

Zhao Heng picked up the woman and had her straddle his lap; their actions were extremely intimate.

The people nearby immediately started to tease him. The woman who had just been put down pretended to be aggrieved and jealous, saying, "Oh, it seems that Miaomiao is still the master's favorite."

The others, unaware of the details, shared the same belief.

Little did they know how frustrated Zhao Heng was at that moment.

The object beneath him remained motionless, causing a sudden unease to well up in Zhao Heng's heart, who was usually extremely confident in himself.

Could it be that he was injured yesterday...?

Zhao Heng grew increasingly frightened, yet he still refused to believe it.

They replaced all the women on site, but she remained unmoved.

Seeing this, the women accompanying him were somewhat puzzled by Zhao Heng's behavior, but out of professional ethics, they did not ask any questions.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was forced to believe his own thoughts, and his mood plummeted as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Zhao Heng frowned, feeling quite annoyed.

"Get out!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was momentarily confused.

Some of them were reluctant to leave and wrapped their arms around Zhao Heng's arm. "Master, what's wrong? Did our sisters do something wrong to upset you?"

"Get out! All of you, get the hell out of here!"

At this moment, Zhao Heng was like an angry bird, feeling both fear and unease, as well as immense anger, as he realized that he might really be in trouble.

Upon hearing this, the woman was taken aback, and everyone else was equally puzzled.

They didn't know why Zhao Heng suddenly acted this way, but it wasn't something they could control.

The thought of the money they had almost received vanished instantly turned their faces grim.

The way everyone looked at Zhao Heng was no longer the same as before; their eyes were now full of contempt and disdain.

One of the hot-tempered women looked at Zhao Heng, couldn't help but spit at him, and said, "Don't take on a job you're not qualified for. Sisters, let's go, don't bother with this trash!"

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Zhao Heng before turning and leaving.

Seeing Zhao Heng's demeanor, the others knew they wouldn't gain anything by continuing. They gave Zhao Heng a disdainful look and followed the woman away.

Before long, only Zhao Heng, who was caught in self-doubt, remained in the private room. He could not believe or accept it from beginning to end.

He quickly processed the events of the past few days in his mind, but the only point of doubt remained yesterday.

Suddenly remembering something, he picked up his suit jacket and left the private room, completely ignoring the fine wine and delicacies on the table.

He needs to confirm something.

In the lobby, the manager was listening to his subordinate report on what had just happened. After listening, the manager's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Just then, a man in a dark yellow suit in the crowd not far away hurriedly ran towards the door, as if something urgent had happened.

Seeing the person walk out the door, the manager turned to his subordinates and instructed, "The person is gone. Go and clean up room number five."

The subordinate nodded and left.

Zhao Heng took the car keys from the front desk, got into the car in the parking lot, and drove away.

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Before long, Zhao Heng stood at the door of a high-end apartment with a gloomy expression.

Then he rang the doorbell.

Wu Xiao, who had just finished showering and was drying her hair in her room, heard the doorbell and was puzzled.

It's so late, who would come looking for us?

Despite having many questions in her mind, Wu Xiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the peephole to investigate, as the doorbell kept ringing.

When Wu Xiao saw the face she had only met recently at the door, her doubts did not lessen; on the contrary, they increased.

Why is he back?

Didn't you say you wouldn't be coming back for the next few days?

The person at the door was none other than Zhao Heng, with whom the argument had ended rather unpleasantly during the day.

Wu Xiao didn't understand why Zhao Heng had returned. But thinking about his purpose and that the apartment belonged to him, he opened the door.

Wu Xiao, with a forced, charming smile, chuckled softly, "Aheng, what brings you here?"

Looking at Wu Xiao, who was wearing a black and red halter nightgown, Zhao Heng thought of his own situation and his eyes filled with anger.

Without replying, he walked straight into the room, closed the door behind him, grabbed Wu Xiao's hand, and strode towards the sofa.

Wu Xiao looked at Zhao Heng, who was holding her hand and seemed a little off, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"What's wrong, Young Master Zhao?"

As she was being led away, Wu Xiao couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her.

But Zhao Heng ignored her, and Wu Xiao had an idea.

It's said that men like weak and pitiful women. Thinking of this, Wu Xiao said, "Young Master Zhao, you're hurting me."

His words still failed to make the slightest ripple.

Soon, Zhao Heng pulled Wu Xiao to the sofa, pushed her onto it, and then began to take off his clothes.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xiao seemed to realize something.

He sneered inwardly.

See? This is the true face of a man.

During the day, he acts all high and mighty, but now he seems incredibly impatient.

Wu Xiao thought to herself, but feigned a shy expression, "Young Master Zhao, what are you going to do? Or should we go..."

Before he could even speak, Zhao Heng, already undressed, pressed himself against her...