Ye Ting wondered if he had misheard. He frowned and asked again:
"What did you say?"
He Xiangbei, however, remained remarkably calm. He repeated what he had just said: "I said, go work as a male prostitute."
It was as if this was just an ordinary suggestion.
Ye Ting glared at He Xiangbei, annoyed. "Do I look like the kind of person who would sell my body for money?"
He Xiangbei said leisurely, "You can earn at least three thousand yuan a night."
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As night fell, the atmosphere in a luxurious private room at a KTV called "Golden Years" in W City was unusually lively.
In the corner, Ye Ting stood shirtless, wearing only tight pants, in a row with other men dressed similarly.
His expression looked extremely unnatural, a mixture of shyness, anger, and a sense of resigned helplessness.
Five plump, fair-skinned, and brightly dressed middle-aged women, adorned with gold and silver jewelry, sat on the sofa.
One of the women wore an emerald the size of a baby's fist around her neck, making her look incredibly wealthy.
They were enthusiastically commenting on the men, as if they were selecting merchandise.
One of the middle-aged women with short hair suddenly turned her gaze to the hesitant Ye Ting and curiously asked the manager standing to the side, who was bowing and scraping:
"Hey, this looks unfamiliar. Is he a new male model?" Her tone was full of anticipation and excitement.
The manager quickly replied with a smile, "Yes, Sister Mei, this kid just arrived today and hasn't had any training yet."
Upon hearing this, the short-haired woman immediately became interested. She stood up, walked up to Ye Ting, and looked him up and down, a hint of greed flashing in her eyes.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all. Her looks and figure are truly top-notch."
She reached out and touched Ye Ting's muscles, nodding in satisfaction.
Ye Ting immediately felt goosebumps all over his body. He suppressed his nausea and remained silent.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman wearing an emerald spoke up: "Oh dear, since you're new here, then keep her. I like virgins."
Her tone carried a hint of flippancy and excitement, as if she had discovered some treasure.
The other women immediately gave each other knowing looks, exchanging glances and knowing smiles.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ting felt a complex mix of emotions.
On the one hand, he hoped to be kept on, because these middle-aged women looked to be rich and powerful. If he could win their favor, he could not only get a three thousand yuan fee for their services, but also have the opportunity to earn more tips if he performed well.
On the other hand, he also hoped to be taken away so that he wouldn't have to lower his dignity to do such a pleasing thing.
The thought of having to serve this group of disgusting old women made him want to vomit.
Finally, after some selection, Ye Ting and four other male models stayed, while Ye Ting was assigned to the middle-aged woman wearing an emerald.
The middle-aged woman first gently ran her fingers across the back of Ye Ting's hand, then moved them up his arm to his firm chest.
The woman slowly leaned down, almost pressing her body against Ye Ting's. She carried a strong scent of perfume, which wafted into Ye Ting's ear: "Handsome, you'd better serve your sister well tonight."
Her words were full of provocation, and after she finished speaking, she gently blew a breath into Ye Ting's ear, a gesture that sent a chill down Ye Ting's spine.
Ye Ting tried to remain calm, but a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.
He tried his best to make his expression look natural and forced a smile, but the smile looked worse than a cry.
Seeing Ye Ting so shy, the woman became even more excited. She grabbed Ye Ting's hand and led him into the private room.
The other women each chose a male model and followed him into the room.
Ye Ting was led to a luxuriously decorated bedroom. The woman pointed to a chair by the bed, indicating that Ye Ting should sit down.
Ye Ting sat down nervously, and the woman sat down next to him.
Ye Ting turned his head away, not daring to look at the woman.
"What's wrong, little brother? Are you still shy?"
The woman said with a smile, "You'll have plenty to do later..."
After saying that, she turned around and took out a black box from the cabinet. On top of the box was a black leather whip...
Upon seeing the box, Ye Ting's expression instantly turned ugly.
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Meanwhile, in S City, at the Ye family villa.
After dinner, Tang Yi did not return to his residence in S City, but planned to spend the night at the Ye family's house.
Ye Haiming and Gao Yalan didn't say much. They just exchanged a glance and then instructed the servants to prepare toiletries and a change of clothes for Tang Yi.
During dinner, Tang Yi made it clear to Ye Haiming and his wife that he would take Ye Huanhuan back to Beijing this weekend to meet with the current head of the Tang family, his grandfather, Tang Junshan.
Ye Haiming had heard of Tang Junshan before and knew that the old man was advanced in years and had difficulty moving around. Tang Yi's parents had passed away early, so the fact that the Tang family elders did not attend this marriage alliance did not cause any objections from Ye Haiming and his wife.
Ye Haiming even specifically instructed Ye Huanhuan to greet Grandpa Tang on his behalf when she saw him.
At this moment, Tang Yi is holding Ye Huanhuan's hand as they stroll on the island where the Ye family villa is located.
The sea breeze howled through the night, and the waves surged and crashed against the rocks on the shore, splashing up white spray.
The sea breeze blew, making their hair a little messy.
"Tang Yi, do you think I'm carrying a boy or a girl?" Ye Huanhuan asked Tang Yi, stroking her lower abdomen with her other hand.
Tang Yi stopped and looked at Ye Huanhuan. "I like them whether they are boys or girls."
Ye Huanhuan smiled and teased Tang Yi, "I seem to remember someone telling me that he doesn't seem to like children?"
Tang Yi was taken aback, and immediately remembered what he had told Ye Huanhuan before: that he just happened to dislike children, and that his Tang family had no throne to inherit or any lineage to carry on. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
He put his arm around Ye Huanhuan's shoulder and said tenderly, his eyes full of affection:
"At that time, I didn't know that we would have our own child."
Ye Huanhuan leaned against Tang Yi's chest, smiling mischievously, "So what now?"
Tang Yi lowered his head and kissed Ye Huanhuan's forehead again, then continued, "Huanhuan, thank you for giving me a home. I will be a good father and take good care of our child."
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