Chapter 20 Who made reporter Wen endure hardship and bide his time?
Chapter Twenty: Who Made Reporter Wen Endure Hardship and Bear the Burden?
If wealthy playboys in Jiangbei need a base of operations, then Huaimi Club is definitely the place to go.
It's upscale and membership-based; sometimes, even just passing by in a taxi at night, you can catch a glimpse of the luxurious decor and glittering atmosphere.
Inside, there's a completely different world.
Various kinds of spirits, whose names I don't know, have traveled across the ocean and are outrageously expensive. The dim lighting, combined with the people who spend lavishly and live a life of debauchery, creates a sense of decadent extravagance reminiscent of a money pit.
Xu Xiangbai and his group's private room wasn't hard to find; it was on the top floor, and the largest room must be where he was.
What's more, the two minor internet celebrities walking ahead of Wen Jinye were also heading to the same place.
Wen Jin could also hear their excited conversation.
"It's been a long time since I've been to Xu Shao's party. I heard tonight is a welcome-back banquet for his friends, and I bet there are a lot of rich young men there."
"If we just hook up with one, even if it's just a fleeting affair for a couple of days, it'll be enough to keep us from worrying about food and drink for a while."
"And that Hong Kong entertainment circle heir is there too, if we could get close to him..."
Another girl quickly stopped her, saying, "You dare to even think about someone like that?"
"And I heard that his girlfriend was there too."
But the woman was still somewhat unwilling, "She might not even be my girlfriend... Oh well." She then thought more positively, "It's good to know your own limitations."
At their level, they certainly don't deserve to be on such a high branch.
Wen Jin was once again unintentionally seriously injured.
People can't empathize with themselves when they were so brave that they almost didn't think things through.
Looking back now, it seems quite absurd to have acted solely on enthusiasm.
Wen Jin also stepped onto the carpet where footsteps were silent.
The closer I got to that door, the more uneasy I felt.
In fact, An Yu had already found Zhou Jichen's WeChat ID for Wen Jinye last night, but just as Wen Jinye expected, the message was sent but never received.
So she had no choice but to try her luck here.
Wen Jinye didn't intend to go in and disturb them. She just wanted to wait outside the private room for a while, until Zhou Jichen came out to get some fresh air or smoke, and then she would go over and try to persuade him.
But she didn't expect that the two female internet celebrities would naturally mistake Wen Jinye, whose features and temperament were too outstanding, for some unknown actress or model.
I thought they were the same kind of people.
To put it bluntly, these kinds of people are no different from those who fawn over men. Their charming and alluring demeanor is just a means to please men and get something valuable out of their pockets.
Therefore, as people at the bottom of this social circle, they naturally need to have their own social circles.
The moment the door to the private room opened, the two female internet celebrities suddenly stopped and stepped forward to take Wen Jinye's arm.
A warm "Little sister" rang out, "Who is your target?"
"You don't usually come to this kind of circle, do you? Don't look shy."
The suggestive music in the private room ended, and in the quiet moment, that charming voice clearly flowed through the room, "Which young master has such good taste? It just seems a bit novice."
Numerous casual glances fell upon this side.
Even the figure that was half-hidden in the dim light and pretending to sleep stirred.
Amidst the dazzling lights and fleeting shadows, he raised his eyes and glanced at it.
That gaze was clear and sharp, devoid of any trace of weakness, indulgence, or lust.
It seemed as if they wanted to see through Wen Jin as well.
Wen Jin felt her blood rushing backward, her fingers digging into her palms, the sharp pain sustaining her composure.
"Sorry, I'm not—"
"Reporter Wen."
Her explanation was interrupted when He Jiayu stood up with a charming smile, feigning concern, "Does your work at the TV station also require you to come here for social events in the evenings?"
"With such hard work, no wonder he can interview so many important people at such a young age."
He Jiayu's face was gentle, as if she was unaware of the ambiguity in her words, "Who invited Reporter Wen to tonight's event?"
No one spoke.
There are plenty of people just watching the spectacle; there are far too many women in this circle who have ill intentions.
Only flirtatious gazes lingered on Wen Jinye, making her feel uneasy.
She closed her eyes briefly. "Sorry, I came uninvited."
And so those flippant gazes were now tinged with contempt.
Wen Jin didn't even have a chance to talk about Tang Man. She lowered her eyelids, deliberately avoiding looking into those unfathomable eyes. She simply bowed slightly and calmly accepted all the sarcastic or ambiguous intentions. "I've disturbed everyone's enjoyment. I'll leave now."
"You wouldn't come here without a reason, would you?" He Jiayu called out to her, saying understandingly, "You can stay and play with us."
As she spoke, He Jiayu picked up an empty wine glass and filled it for Wen Jinye. "After a few rounds of drinks, we're all friends now, right, Reporter Wen?"
"If you want to force your way into a certain circle, you have to show some sincerity."
Perhaps not wanting to spoil the atmosphere with this minor incident involving Wen Jinye, whose name I can hardly recall, someone chimed in, "That's right, since we're already here, let's have a drink."
Wen Jin also thought of Tang Man, who had been on the verge of death last night.
Just as she was about to reach for the glass of wine and drink it down, He Jiayu poured the wine over her head just as her fingertips were about to touch the glass.
The cold, glaring liquid blurred my vision.
He Jiayu leaned down and sneered in her ear, "Appearing by A-Jing's side time and time again, do you deserve it?"
She casually tossed the wine glass at Wen Jinye's feet.
Glass shattered everywhere.
He Jiayu gave a cold smile, "Excuse me, Reporter Wen, this wine isn't for you. This is."
The spot she was pointing to was a bottle of whiskey that had just been opened.
Wen Jinye's situation is very difficult.
Finally, Xu Xiangbai spoke up, the smoke from his cigar spreading like green rice dumplings around his lips. He was always chivalrous and gentle, and besides, his establishment didn't really have any barriers to entry.
Today's incident was an accident, mainly because Fu Yanjing was there. He hates seeing women of unknown origin getting in his way.
"That's enough. If you don't like her, just let her go. At worst, we can prevent her from entering Huaimi in the future."
He Jiayu shrugged, her eyes filled with disdainful glint. "You should ask reporter Wen if she's willing to leave."
Wen Jin bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth. Only in this way could she suppress the embarrassing emotions she felt.
She brought it on herself.
Besides, He Jiayu is right; she doesn't want to leave.
If I get taken out of Huaimi tonight, I don't know when I'll be able to contact Zhou Jichen again.
She steeled herself, picked up the bottle of extremely strong liquor, tilted her head back, and poured it down her throat.
The spicy liquid went down my throat, and the clear liquid spilled from the corners of my lips, flowing down my snow-white neck, soaking into my collar, and seeping through the thin fabric.
Wen Jin drank too quickly, almost recklessly.
The burning sensation traveled from her esophagus to her stomach, and tears streamed down her face. A blush spread across her eyes, nose, and cheeks.
Until the last drop of wine is drunk.
Wen Jin's figure swayed slightly, and her vision began to blur.
This embarrassing performance finally satisfied He Jiayu. "Alright, Reporter Wen, you can speak now."
She said meaningfully, then put on that poised and generous demeanor, "Who are you here for tonight? I can help you see who it is."
"Girls should have high standards."
A group of people who are obsessed with sensual pleasures and are willing to gamble on even the smallest things.
Someone offered an opinion, speaking in a dissolute and frivolous tone, "Hey, hey, don't rush to say anything, let's place a bet."
"Guess who has such great charm that this reporter is willing to endure such hardship and humiliation."
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