Mrs. Michelle sighed softly, her tone seemingly tinged with helplessness.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jing, please excuse my rudeness."
“Our child loves excitement and often doesn’t consider the feelings of the family.”
Her tone carried a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness.
"It's quite shameful to think about it; he's five or six years older than Mr. Jing, yet he can't even match one-tenth of Mr. Jing's achievements,"
"It truly makes me, as a mother, feel ashamed!"
Chu Wuyang's heart trembled slightly upon hearing these words.
Looking up at Mrs. Feng's expression, which was almost overflowing with shame...
But I felt a vague unease deep down.
She sensed that this family seemed to possess a kind of hypocrisy and corruption that was unbearable to behold.
She smiled slightly, her attitude indifferent yet polite.
"Madam is too modest."
She didn't want to delve deeper into the topic, her gaze shifting slightly as if she hadn't seen anything.
Mrs. Michelle continued:
Why don't you go and take a look too?
“My son invited mostly young people, and today’s gathering is a bit unusual; you might be interested.”
Chu Wuyang shook her head, politely declining.
"No, thank you."
Inside the room, Chu Wuyang's emotions, which had just begun to calm down, were suddenly shattered.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Immediately, a maid pushed open the door and came in, carrying a plate of exquisite tea and snacks.
She said softly:
"Madam Jing, the tea and refreshments are ready. Would you like to try some?"
Chu Wuyang looked up, nodded slightly, her eyes showing a hint of weariness, and replied:
"Put it there, thank you."
The maid left, and the door closed softly.
At this moment, the noise from the gathering downstairs grew even louder.
The music grew stronger and stronger until it seemed to shake the ceiling slightly.
Chu Wuyang pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door. Chu Wuyang opened the door.
The maid appeared at the door, her face showing a hint of restraint and hesitation:
"Madam Jing, Young Master Qiao An heard that you are bored and invited you to a party."
Chu Wuyang suddenly looked up at the maid and asked with a hint of doubt:
"What, Young Master Qiao An?"
"Is this Joan's home?"
The maid nodded, a hint of unease in her eyes.
"Yes, madam, he heard that you were alright, so he specially invited you over."
Chu Wuyang then belatedly felt a sense of unease.
I never expected it to be such a coincidence; I was originally planning to avoid this person.
At the summit, Qiao An had looked at her with an unusual gaze, which is why she didn't want to accompany Jing Min to the event.
Later, that person even stopped her separately at the hotel and teased her in a joking tone.
At the time, she didn't pay attention to his surname, only knowing that he was an extraordinary person, the son of a certain senator. She never expected that she would be stepping into his home now.
She refused the maid in an unfriendly tone and slammed the door shut.
"I'm not going!"
Although she could continue to pretend she knew nothing, and Joan had no evidence, she would inevitably continue to pester her.
Most importantly, Jing Min will investigate thoroughly, and then the investigation will lead back to Yang Jinchu...
The more I think about it, the more troublesome it seems; it's better to leave sooner rather than later.
So she immediately decided to go find Jingmin.
However, there were too many rooms, and she got lost for a while.
Just as she was anxiously about to dial Jingmin's number,
A slightly drunken voice came from behind.
"Is it really you, Madam?"
"I've missed you so much since we parted that day. I never expected you to come to my door in person today."
"God must have heard my longing heart!"
Chu Wuyang looked up and saw Qiao An slowly walking in, her eyes filled with undisguised interest.
A slightly tipsy scent emanated from him.
His gaze swept unabashedly over Chu Wuyang's body, then he approached step by step:
"Madam, come here quickly!"
As he spoke, he reached out and tried to grab Chu Wuyang's arm.
Chu Wuyang was startled and immediately retreated a great distance:
"Get lost!"
Qiao An smiled slightly, completely unconcerned by her insults; on the contrary, she was even happier.
"Madam has such a unique personality! I love her even more now."
Without pausing, he forcefully pulled her towards the hall, teasingly saying as he did so:
"Madam, tonight's party is going to be very lively, you wouldn't want to miss it, would you?"
“These people were all carefully selected by me, and they will definitely broaden your horizons.”
Chu Wuyang struggled to break free from his grasp.
But he was too strong, and she was no match for him.
She sensed something was off about the atmosphere around her and her heart tightened.
Upon entering the hall, everywhere you look...
It was almost entirely different from the elegant atmosphere of a banquet.
The scene here is chaotic, and the music's rhythm is wild and unrestrained, almost suffocating.
Sexy, scantily clad women casually embraced men.
Laughing and chatting, indulging themselves freely.
Vulgar laughter and indecent remarks could be heard intermittently from the venue.
The images are filled with absurdity and depravity that are hard to look at directly.
What shocked Chu Wuyang even more was that
In a corner, there was a cage containing several women dressed in revealing clothing.
They were bound to iron bars, their expressions blank and bewildered.
They were like prisoners being used as some kind of entertainment prop.
"See, this is the kind of party I was talking about."
As Qiao An led Chu Wuyang to the center of the arena, he chuckled softly, his eyes full of provocation.
"Which of these girls can compare to you, Madam?"
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