Chu Fang stretched and prepared to fill his stomach.
Just then, relationship coach Ren Feiping sent a message: "Urgent! Help! Help! Help!!!"
Then came an address.
Chu Fang murmured in confusion: "KTV?"
He frowned slightly, completely bewildered, not knowing what Ren Feiping's message meant.
But it is obvious that Ren Feiping is currently in a dangerous situation.
He thought for a moment, then gave up on cooking, picked up his keys, slipped on his slippers, and left the house.
Ren Feiping was his relationship mentor. He was a bit of a scoundrel, but his character was decent. He felt he needed to take a look at him.
... ...
A luxurious and extravagant business karaoke room, filled with loud singing.
Ren Feiping shrank back, trying his best to appear weak and innocent.
At this moment, he felt extremely helpless. The bright lights and bustling city around him could no longer stimulate his senses. Sitting on the sofa felt like sitting on the edge of a cliff, with the abyss just one step away.
But he was helpless and could only pray in his heart again and again, praying that Chu would hurry up.
Hurry, hurry up, you have to hurry...
"Pingping, what are you doing sitting there? Let's sing a love song duet."
Ren Feiping forced a fawning smile: "I couldn't ask for more."
... ...
Chu Fang drove the car, opened the window, and let the sea breeze, still warm from the night, blow in. The summer night breeze was the most enjoyable.
He was not anxious about Ren Feiping's request for help.
The Casanova is in the country, and the address is a business KTV. What big thing could happen there?
At worst, his romantic escapades would be exposed by his girlfriend, and he would get a beating. With Ren Feiping's experience in relationships, he should be able to hold out until Chu Fang arrives.
At night, Shanghai is no longer congested, and the streets are clear, except for the famous bar street.
Unfortunately, that business-oriented KTV was located on the bar street.
Chu Fang drove to the bar street, which was lined with bars, nightclubs, discos, KTVs... ...it was all nightlife venues.
It was almost 10 p.m., and the nightlife was officially starting. The whole street was filled with men and women standing on the roadside drinking and chatting. Among them were university students, elite white-collar workers, men and women who were after money, rich second-generation heirs, socialites... all sorts of people.
Everyone acts like a serious person during the day, but at night they seem to become completely different people.
Thinking about it, it's understandable. After all, life in Shanghai is too fast-paced and stressful, and people need channels and ways to vent.
Alcohol and the opposite sex are the best ways to vent.
Unrestrained and mad, fearless.
During the day, everyone is back to normal.
Chu Fang drove cautiously, fearing that a drunkard might suddenly appear from the roadside and he might hit him, which would be a terrible thing to do.
A little while later, he arrived at his destination, got out of the car, looked up at the KTV, and raised his eyebrows.
They immediately went inside.
... ...
KTV private room.
Ren Feiping trembled, but still managed a smile: "Sister Huang, I'm drunk, I'll go first."
"Hmm?" Sister Huang's smile vanished in an instant, her expression turning grim. She replied in a tone that was both pleading and firm, leaving no room for refusal: "Don't leave tonight, will you stay with me?"
Ren Feiping said softly, "It really won't work. My mom says I have to come home at night."
Oh my god!
Isn't this the kind of line he often uses to lie to young girls about not going home at night, and the excuse they give him? Back then, he was the hunter, and the girls were the prey.
At this moment, the roles have been reversed.
"I remember you're not from Shanghai, are you?" Sister Huang swirled her wine glass, the red wine clinging to it, making her look particularly alluring. Then she poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. "It's okay, just think of me as your mother. I'll allow you not to go home tonight."
Ren Feiping's lips twitched.
This Sister Huang actually wants to be his mother, that's just too perverted!
Brother, Brother Chu, my dear Brother Chu, where are you? If you don't come soon, you'll never see me again, and no one will be able to win over Zhong Tingyue for you, Ren Feiping thought to himself.
As he prayed, the door to the private room opened, and Ren Feiping looked at the figure in the doorway, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen Ultraman.
He immediately broke free from Sister Huang's grasp and strode towards Chu Fang, as if a demon were present.
Chu Fang looked around the private room, as if he understood something.
There were six people in the private room, three men and three women. The men were handsome and dashing, and the women were plump and wealthy. Besides Ren Feiping, he also knew someone else, the rich woman Sister Huang who had once warmly called him "Brother Chu".
Later, the wealthy woman, Sister Huang, tried to meet him again and again for a candlelight dinner, but since a contract had already been signed, Chu Fang was too lazy to pay attention to her and simply pushed the matter to Ren Feiping to handle.
Chu Fang glanced at Ren Feiping and thought to himself, "You call yourself a Casanova, yet you can't even handle a rich woman. You've disgraced the Casanova title."
It's easy to understand if you think about it. Tonight's emergency was simple: Ren Feiping couldn't handle the rich woman, Boss Huang, and was in danger himself, so he immediately asked him for help.
Now he doubts this 'ladies' ability to find love.
Ren Feiping seemed to sense what Chu Fang was thinking and gently defended himself: "It's not what you imagine. Rich women are significantly different from other groups. They are not only wealthy, but also knowledgeable and shrewd. It's hard to fool them. I tried to sneak away to the bathroom several times, but I was caught each time."
“... ..."
When the wealthy Huang saw Chu Fang, her eyes lit up: "Oh my, Brother Chu is here! Come on, come on, have a good drink with your sister. I've missed you so much, don't leave tonight."
“... ..."
Ugly people will never know how proactive girls can be. When faced with a handsome guy, even girls who see him as a goddess will go crazy for him, especially middle-aged women who are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and can suck up dirt from the ground in their fifties.
The wealthy woman, Sister Huang, is a prime example.
The two wealthy women beside him were also smitten with him and flirted with Chu Fang.
"Sister~"
Look at me.
The two male models accompanying them were somewhat displeased and called out softly, hoping to win back the rich women's hearts. The two rich women turned around and glared at them, causing the two male models to stop instantly, their eyes involuntarily drifting towards Chu Fang.
In terms of looks, they both believed they were no less attractive, and their figures were even slightly better than Chu Fang's, but compared to Chu Fang, they always felt a little inferior.
It's not about appearance, but about temperament—that understated yet elegant temperament.
This is also the aspect that most attracts the wealthy Ms. Huang.
Ignoring the two intense gazes, Chu Fang smiled and replied, "Sister Huang, it's been a long time. You still have such a great presence."
"A day apart feels like three autumns, it really has been a long time." The wealthy woman, Sister Huang, stood up and tried to pull his arm, but he dodged. Sister Huang was a little surprised, but she suppressed her surprise and said with pursed lips, "Come and have a drink."
"Sister Huang, I drove here," Chu Fang replied.
The wealthy woman, Sister Huang, frowned immediately, slammed her wine glass down, and her voice echoed in the private room: "What? You're not giving me face?"
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