The heavy carved wooden door was locked from the outside by Liu Rumeng, with a slight "click" sound, as if announcing some kind of boundary.
The revolving restaurant's opulence was silent, its brilliance shimmering only through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting hazy specks of light on the mirror-like floor. The air lingered with the aroma of premium ingredients and the scent of priceless red wine.
Lin Huowang stood in the middle of the empty dining room, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed bedroom door not far away. Liu Rumeng's final ultimatum was still ringing in his ears: "Don't come out until you're done."
He slowly walked to the door, took a deep breath, suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and turned the bedroom doorknob.
The scene inside the door came into view.
In the center of the enormous bedroom, an extra-wide bed, made up of several luxurious beds, stood out. Four slender figures lay on it, each in a different posture.
Shi Jiayi was completely buried in the soft bedding, with her little face buried in her arms, and she was still unconsciously murmuring something like "Fish...lots of fish...money...lots of money...", snoring lightly, obviously she was very drunk.
Yu Qixia lay on her back, her carefully styled hair undone, a few strands plastered to her rosy cheeks. Her skirt was a little messy, lifted to her thighs, revealing skin that shone brightly in the soft light. She was breathing heavily, with a distinct smell of alcohol, and was unconscious.
Lu Ruirong was lying on her side, facing the door, her thick eyelashes tightly closed, her long hair disheveled, covering half of her face, her chest rising and falling steadily with her breathing, as if she was sleeping soundly.
Only someone as worldly-wise as Lin Huowang could notice the overly deliberate relaxation in her posture and the extremely subtle tension that occasionally flashed under her eyelids.
Zhu Lingling was lying on the other side of the bed, also with her eyes closed, her posture a little stiff. Her face, known as the "most beautiful Miss Hong Kong", had a faint blush on it, and her long eyelashes cast a light shadow on her eyelids. She was dignified and elegant, like a sleeping Venus.
However, Lin Huowang's gaze fell on her slightly tense ankles and her subconsciously clenched fingers - it would be difficult to maintain such subconscious restraint in a truly drunken state.
It would be a lie to say I'm not moved.
These women are all the most outstanding in appearance in this year's Miss Hong Kong pageant. They are all plump and thin, and each has her own merits.
Especially Zhu Lingling and Lu Ruirong who were lying in front of him. The graceful demeanor they had when awake had now lost some of its deliberateness, and was now more lazy and beautiful like a sleeping crabapple tree in spring.
The passionate and long kiss with Liu Rumeng just now, which was filled with endless longing and compensation, had already ignited the suppressed desire.
Liu Rumeng's tacit approval, even her proactive arrangements, the leniency of Hong Kong law towards such relationships, and his wife's almost paranoid insistence after his repeated refusals... these many factors combined to break down the last dam of his heart, known as "loyalty." Since she had so resolutely pushed him to this point, wouldn't further stubborn refusal be another kind of harm to her?
The reason he found for himself was: to compromise with the circumstances and fulfill her wishes.
But deep in his heart, the moral sense that belongs to modern people is still struggling and whispering. In his previous life, he never married and didn't care about marital loyalty. Who could have expected that he would encounter such a situation in this life, and his wife Liu Rumeng even tacitly allowed him to be "unfaithful".
However, Lin Huowang had his own set of principles when it came to his actions. Feeling tempted was one thing, but taking advantage of someone's vulnerability, especially when a woman was drunk and unconscious, was something he would never do.
His wife, Liu Rumeng, was inexperienced and inexperienced. She was bewitched by the four women's posture at the moment, and driven by her strong desire for compensation, she could not see through the delusion. But Lin Huowang was different.
For Shi Jiayi, a simple girl from a tenement building in Sham Shui Po, a meal cost of two million was enough to break her cognitive limit. After taking a few sips of expensive wine, she was really drunk and her consciousness became completely blurred.
Yu Qixia was so ambitious that she wanted to cling directly to him, her "ladder to heaven." Her deliberate attempts to please him, her eagerness to get drunk, were so clumsy that he could see through them at a glance—she was truly drunk, drunk on the dual pressures of ambition and alcohol.
Lu Ruirong was different. This girl, from an ordinary working-class family in Hong Kong, possessed a shrewdness and self-preservation awareness far beyond her years. Throughout the meal, she controlled her alcohol intake, maintaining a clear and discerning gaze.
Her "sleeping" posture was perfectly executed, as if she had collapsed naturally from the effects of alcohol. Even Liu Rumeng hadn't noticed; it was truly natural. But Lin Huowang had been observing her silently, and the occasional glint of brilliance that slipped through her eyelids had already revealed everything.
As for Zhu Lingling... this person who should have been crowned Miss Hong Kong champion in history, she may have a good alcohol tolerance, but she didn't drink the most.
When Shi Jiayi fell asleep and Yu Qixia began to talk nonsense, the situation became awkward. She was probably unsure how to deal with the subsequent developments - should she stay? Or should she leave? How would she cope if she stayed?
Would leaving anger him, the new powerful figure who was attracting the attention of all of Hong Kong? Hesitant, he simply followed Lu Ruirong's lead and closed his eyelids, pretending to be drunk, though in reality, he was extremely nervous.
Now, on this huge and soft bed, there are only Zhu Lingling and Lu Ruirong, their hearts beating like drums.
After thinking this through, the moral heaviness in Lin Huowang's heart dissipated a little.
Since you have decided to take this path, be open and honest with those who actively choose to be sober.
He walked to the bedside. His voice was not loud, but it was unusually clear in the silent room, with a hint of majesty:
"Get up and stop pretending."
On the bed, four figures did not move at all, only Shi Jiayi's mumbling and Yu Qixia's heavy breathing rose and fell slightly in the air.
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