Chapter 47

How to punish a disobedient dog?

In the enclosed space of a bar, the powerful rhythm of music and psychedelic lighting, combined with the effects of alcohol, naturally draw people into a world of frenzied catharsis.

Cheng Sangluo stood unmoved in the guarded area, remaining absolutely clear-headed even in the dim and chaotic environment.

Her sharp eyes swept across everything in sight, as if she could see through all the hidden dangers.

Watching the crowds swaying wildly on the dance floor, she seemed even more numb, probably because she didn't drink and therefore couldn't understand why people could be controlled by alcohol.

"You look so charming when you're focused on your work!"

A whispered, ambiguous sound suddenly reached her ear, carrying the sweet scent of citrus, which gave Cheng Sang a goosebump on her neck.

She turned around alertly and saw Shu Wan smiling charmingly at her with her hands behind her back.

Shu Wan looked even more alluring tonight than before. She had a big, wavy hairstyle, and her makeup was heavier. Her strapless dress showed off her best style, and she exuded a captivating charm.

The environment was noisy, so Cheng Sangluo had to raise her voice to greet her: "Miss Shu, it's been a long time."

Shu Wan listened to the gist of the story, smiled without saying a word, and took two steps back to better appreciate Cheng Sangluo, who was dressed in formal attire.

The person in the eyes is a natural clothes hanger; her broad shoulders and wasp waist make the suit fit her perfectly, and her posture is unusually upright. Paired with a neat high ponytail and tanned skin, she stands out and attracts attention at first glance in a crowded nightclub.

Shu Wan smiled, her eyes crinkling with immense satisfaction, seemingly quite pleased with her outfit.

She looked Cheng Sangluo up and down for a while before whispering in her ear, pretending that the conversation was not clear: "You look very good in formal wear. When you have time, I will have someone prepare a few more suits for you. You are not allowed to refuse. This is the boss's request. He wants you to wear them for me."

Cheng Sangluo couldn't bear this ambiguous threat. Her ears burned, but she kept the burning shyness outside her heart.

As if by some unseen force, she only accepted the intimacy of that one person. Even if she disliked him and hated him, if someone else whispered the same words to her, she would not be moved in the slightest.

She feigned ignorance and gave a dry laugh: "Miss Shu, please don't. I'm just a working person. You don't need to spend your money on me."

Shu Wan seemed to sense this subtle distance, so she simply took Cheng Sangluo's arm and said, "Let's go. You promised to give me exclusive service."

......

There are only three VIP rooms occupying the second floor of the bar, each with a different theme: some are purely for entertainment, while others are private business rooms.

The most luxurious VIP room extends into the air and is a viewing wall composed of three bright glass walls.

Such a design is exquisite and ingenious, offering different sensations from different angles.

The guests downstairs would look up and sigh at how good it is to be rich, while the VIPs inside could look down on the entire bar's grandeur.

When the midnight striptease performance begins, those in the private rooms will have the best view, where sexy male and female dancers will be suspended in the air by wires, occasionally pressing against the glass and striking seductive poses.

This is a realistic portrayal of privileged status, where one can ruthlessly trample on everyone else and enjoy the best performances and services.

When Gu Shinian led Lin Jin into the private room, there were already rich second-generation kids partying with their friends inside. Some were throwing champagne and laughing wildly, while others were sitting in the corners kissing each other without restraint.

The air was thick with the extravagance built on money.

In the past, Lin Jin was the wildest one among this group, but at this moment she was listless and felt uncomfortable everywhere in the private room, with its smoky atmosphere, jarring music and glaring lights.

She sat down in the middle of the sofa and then fell silent.

"With your long face, who would dare to keep you company?" Gu Shinian grumbled irritably. Following Lin Jin's usual taste, she beckoned to a group of people not far away, then poured a glass of foreign liquor and handed it over. "Liquor is made from grains—the more you drink, the younger you become. You'll be happy immediately after drinking it."

Lin Jin remained silent with a gloomy face, took the glass, and drank her wine in silence.

She wasn't pretending to be indifferent; she was just absentmindedly thinking about other things, wondering what the puppy was doing, whether it had eaten dinner properly, or resenting that person for not contacting her.

As my thoughts drifted, two heavily made-up, sexy beauties swayed their slender waists as they walked towards me.

They were all familiar faces, and as soon as they arrived, they rushed into Lin Jin's arms with fiery enthusiasm, whispering cheap sweet nothings in her ear.

Lin Jin frowned, already tired of this meaningless game of lust. He simply shoved his wine glass into the hand of one of the beauties and ordered, "Drink it."

Another beautiful woman, feeling neglected, leaned forward coquettishly and said, "President Lin, what about me~"

Lin Jin didn't give him a friendly look, pointing at the bottle of foreign liquor on the table and sneering, "Since you want to drink so much, the whole bottle is yours. You won't get anything out of it if you don't finish it."

"Ugh, you only bully me~" the beautiful woman complained, but still obediently took the bottle and performed the act of lip-blowing for her sugar daddy.

Everyone present knew that as long as they pleased the generous CEO Lin, the benefits would be far more than just a little.

Lin Jin didn't want to spoil the fun. She pulled a thick wad of cash from her handbag and threw it on the table, a sly smile on her face: "Whoever drinks the most gets the money. I'm very fair."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two beauties started vying to drink, which made Lin Jin burst into unrestrained laughter, laughing at their true and ugly faces.

Isn't it more interesting to watch two people tear each other apart over money than to drown one's sorrows alone? This woman with a terrible temper, even when she's just having fun, she can't forget to take pleasure in trampling on other people's dignity.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking utterly bored. Her delicate face was hidden in the shadows, and her smile was fake. So the way she looked at the beautiful women drinking together was also very cold-hearted.

This dazzling night, which seemed incredibly wonderful to others, was only monotonous and unhappy for Lin Jin.

When did it start that even clearly priced shopping became so boring?

Lin Jin stared at the wine bottle held by the beautiful woman, his eyes immersed in the amber-colored liquid.

In her daze, through the lens of the wine, the figure she had once imprisoned in the glass suddenly appeared, as if it had stepped out of a dream, unreal and out of place.

Cheng Sangluo and Shu Wan walked into the private room side by side, holding hands the whole time, but they didn't talk much along the way.

Cheng Sangluo dislikes interacting with unfamiliar people and also rejects those self-important rich kids, so she exudes a strong sense of alienation.

Upon entering, she habitually scanned the space, her eyes immediately landing on the center of the sofa.

When she finally saw that slender figure, a moment of surprise flashed in her eyes, and her spine stiffened uncomfortably.

Whether unconsciously or accidentally, it seems that the crazy woman is always the first to enter her eyes, occupy her thoughts, and disturb her reason.

At this moment, Lin Jin had one arm around a heavily made-up hostess. Her hypocritical smile was laced with a sinister air of playing along, so frivolous that it was infuriating.

Yes, I'm angry.

These were negative emotions that Cheng Sangluo was unaware of, which were fermenting wildly in her heart and then surging into all her nerves.

Their gazes merged into the wine, creating a silent, turbulent sea.

Lin Jin raised an eyebrow and chuckled, staring intently at Shu Wankuan's hand on Cheng Sangluo's arm.

At that moment, her rage began to take hold, and she couldn't help but scream wildly in her heart: Cut off her hand... cut off her hand...

Shu Wan followed Cheng Sangluo's gaze and explained apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, President Lin is also here tonight. Why don't you go over and say hello?"

Clearly, this woman deliberately created the accident, yet she deliberately projected an image of innocence. Her soliciting question was also intentional, putting Cheng Sangluo in a position where she couldn't refuse.

Of course, Cheng Sangluo wasn't stupid. She knew that Shu Wan wanted to openly provoke Lin Jin, but what could she do? She couldn't just turn a blind eye, so she had to bite the bullet and exchange a few pleasantries with that crazy woman.

"Okay." She readily agreed, pulled her arm back, and walked straight to the table.

Lin Jin watched as Cheng Sangluo stopped in front of her, and deliberately tightened her arms around her left and right.

She crossed her legs, the tips of her high heels swaying casually, exuding a contemptuous air that said, "You're beneath my notice," creating an awkward situation that was hard to swallow without her saying a word.

"What a coincidence, Miss Lin is here too." Cheng Sangluo's smile was unnatural, her dry greeting was also pale.

Unfortunately, the people on the sofa didn't even glance at her, making her sudden appearance a huge joke.

In this place of debauchery and indulgence, Cheng Sangluo felt that the crazy woman was a stranger. Why did she have such a strange feeling when they had done so many pleasurable things together?

Fortunately, Shu Wan, who had followed behind, managed to break the awkward atmosphere. Leaning on Cheng Sangluo's arm, she leaned over and picked out a can of juice from the table. "You can't drink alcohol, so just have a soft drink."

As she spoke, she poured herself a glass of foreign liquor and confidently raised her glass to Lin Jin, "I wonder if Mr. Lin is satisfied with my bar? If you like it, please come and support me often. My VIP room is always open for you. This glass is for you."

Lin Jin stared at Shu Wan with a sinister look in his eyes, casually swirling the liquor glass between his fingers, probably as a gesture of clinking glasses.

Too lazy to pay attention, she didn't speak or drink a drop of wine.

Shu Wan sipped her wine, then turned and took Cheng Sangluo's arm, wanting to show her around the private room. "Interested in walking with me?"

Cheng Sangluo held the unopened drink, secretly glancing at the increasingly ugly-looking crazy woman, and politely declined, "I'm still at work, I have to go and guard the door."

Shu Wan didn't insist and simply let her go. "Alright, alright, then you just stay at the door and let me see you whenever I need to."

"..." Cheng Sangluo couldn't keep up with the conversation, as if saying anything more would mean responding to ambiguity, so she walked towards the door in a sullen voice.

She tried her best to keep her back straight so that she wouldn't look defeated in Lin Jin's eyes.

She opened the door with a feeling of frustration, trying to calm herself down and not look at the crazy woman or pay attention to their ridiculous hugging and cuddling.

Because taking another look would only make things awkward for yourself.

But when she turned around and closed the door, she still succumbed to her own emotions.

Lin Jin's gaze seemed fixed on Cheng Sangluo, never wavering from beginning to end. His eyes were too complex, carrying the longing of not seeing her for several days, deep resentment, and a silent anger.

Even amidst the dazzling lights and bustling crowds, the two people, unable to express their feelings, remained trapped in their own desolate worlds, neither taking the initiative to make that first step.

They gazed at each other from afar through the flickering lights, so they couldn't see how sad each other looked.

Until that door slowly closed, completely severing their intertwined gazes that seemed to be connected by a thread.

Unlike the bustling crowds downstairs, the corridor on the second floor was deserted. Cheng Sangluo leaned against the wall all alone, seemingly isolated from the passionate world, feeling lonely and out of place.

She slumped her shoulders, as if she had shed her feigned strength, and loosened the tie around her neck with a hint of weariness.

Lin Jin's face dominated her thoughts, especially the ambiguous image of him accepting all advances, which lingered and troubled her.

It's really nothing, right?

The crazy woman didn't kiss anyone passionately; it was just a fleeting affair at the bar. Other guests would hug and cuddle like that when they're drunk too.

Cheng Sangluo, what are you angry about?

Besides, what's it to you?

But what am I anyway?

Am I no different from those hostesses who throw themselves at me, just a casual fling?

It's funny, isn't it? Anyone else could probably get into her bed just as easily.

Cheng Sangluo was once again at her wit's end, and could only hang her head and keep trying to brainwash herself, eventually eliciting a deep sigh of despair.

The puppy is lost in thought.

She retreated into her own world, much like a wronged puppy hiding under the sofa, her distressed expression impossible to erase, her head only able to bury itself deeper.

Suddenly, those high heels that always trampled on dignity quietly entered my field of vision again.

Cheng Sangluo blinked slightly, raised her head with a puzzled look, until the beautiful face in her mind was reflected in her eyes.

Lin Jin pursed her lips tightly, biting her cheeks deeply. Her expression revealed little emotion, except for her eyes, which were filled with resentment and desolation.

She stared at Cheng Sangluo, whose face was full of confusion, and suddenly grabbed his tie tightly, dragging him towards the bathroom like a dog owner on a leash. "Cheng Sangluo, tell me... how should a disobedient dog be punished?"

[Author's Note]

1. It's been a long time since I updated so punctually at midnight. Many readers have already stopped following, which is regrettable.

I still recommend reading this chapter and the next one consecutively; it will double the enjoyment, and the following chapters are quite exciting as well.

2. My upcoming novel, "The Sinful Lover," by Gu Shinian and Ji Nanxing, is available for pre-order. Please add it to your favorites.

3. After much deliberation, I've decided to change the title to "After Being Lured Home by a Madman's Dark Moonlight".

The title is quite fitting, but I don't know if everyone will like it.

4. If you don't like this story, I recommend another story in the same series, "Did Dr. Chi Successfully Lure Officer Su?" It's a good story and it's already finished.