Chapter 7 Will You Follow Me?
Chen Qing was so irritated that he shrank back and tried to hide in a hurry.
Jiang Jingyan pressed down, holding onto the edge of the table behind her, and held her tightly. "Spilling the wine means that the unsuccessful guest has set his sights on you. The club has already regarded you as his meat on the plate. The more you refuse, the more he will want to eat you. Tonight, you will not be able to leave the club."
She paled several shades and trembled violently.
Jiang Jingyan looked at her helpless appearance coldly, held her cheek with one hand, and rubbed her lips with his thumb.
Chen Qing wore light makeup today, looking five parts charming and five parts pure, which made his waist tingle.
"The 7th floor of the club is the guest room. He will send someone to take you up there directly. If you resist, he will most likely knock you out."
Jiang Jingyan rubbed off her lipstick, which was apricot pink and still had some residue on her lips.
She looked up in his palm, her eyes filled with tears.
Like a sadly withering peach blossom.
He leaned in close, breathing heavily, "He will try every way to torture you. Do you think you can bear it?"
Chen Qing's eyes suddenly widened.
He was only a few inches away from Chen Qing. She was shaking so badly that her lips unconsciously brushed against his.
Soft and cold.
Jiang Jingyan tightened his grip and pinched her face.
Chen Qing was still terrified by the lewd scenes he described in the previous second, and in the next second, he was kissed so hard that his limbs became limp.
She originally thought that the lingering smell of alcohol came from the cheongsam, but now she realized that Jiang Jingyan had been drinking and his taste was bitter.
Singing, drumming, and shouting floated in the room.
She could only hear her own heartbeat.
Degeneration, sinking.
It's like echoing in an empty bottomless pit, and if you're not careful, it will cause a huge wave.
Raging and tumbling in reason.
"Mr. Jiang..." Chen Qing breathed hurriedly, his hands weakly clinging to the man's chest.
Jiang Jingyan said fiercely, "Shout again."
She sobbed.
He had heard countless people call him that, but Chen Qing was different from the others. His thin ending tone sounded innocent and pitiful.
That night, she cried and called out, "Mr. Jiang" over and over again.
Out of fear, out of helplessness.
Her voice trembled as she called him, "Mr. Jiang..."
The kiss was so fierce that Chen Qing almost slipped from between him and the table.
The man held her waist with his arm and asked, "Will you come with me?"
Chen Qing believed his previous words without a doubt and nodded hurriedly, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, turning them a seductive red.
Jiang Jingyan took a half step back and said, "Put on your clothes."
She turned sideways, lowered her head to tidy herself up, and instinctively pursed her lips.
Jiang Jingyan tossed the lighter lightly with his right hand and looked at her leisurely.
Chen Qing's face was a little fleshier than his body. From his angle, he looked so childish, as if his baby fat hadn't faded yet, and he even looked a bit cute and naive.
"How many songs did you play?" he asked suddenly.
"Five songs."
"How much."
"Two hundred per song, give half to senior."
Jiang Jingyan's brows were shrouded in gloom. "I sold you out, and you still have to count the money for them. Don't you remember?"
Chen Qing did not argue, but saw the metal object in his hand out of the corner of his eye.
With a crisp sound, the man flicked the lid to light the cigarette, his nose as close to the lighter.
She glimpsed it in the makeup mirror and her face lit up.
The cold feeling at the slit of the cheongsam just now suddenly became unbearable to get rid of.
She quickly cleaned herself up and went to pick up the cash on the table.
These were tips given by the guests in the box, stuffed into my collar, about two thousand in total.
She smoothed them out one by one and stacked them up.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Jingyan's cell phone rang.
He hesitated for two seconds, then picked up the phone. "Go ahead."
Chen Qing fell silent and fiddled with the pendant on the bag, guessing that it must be someone from the Jiang family.
Jiang Jingyan has always had a bad temper and has never been so gentle except to his elders.
"Si Ran?" he asked in confusion.
Across from him was Mrs. Jiang, who complained that he wasn't paying attention. "It's Miss Tao, Tao Siran. I've already made an agreement with her. You two will meet again tomorrow at dinner time."
Jiang Jingyan held out a handkerchief, motioning for Chen Qing to wipe off the smudged lipstick. "It seems you're quite satisfied with her."
"Si Ran's father's family has been in politics for three generations, and his mother has a high position in the education field. Are you dissatisfied?"
"I don't value family background." He dusted off his cigarette. "I value character."
Chen Qing looked at himself in the mirror, his heart skipping a beat as he understood what they were talking about.
She and Jiang Jingyan looked at each other in the mirror, staring at each other silently.
His gaze was so oppressive that she wanted to hide, but she couldn't.
Suddenly, there was an indescribable atmosphere in the air, teasing and provoking.
Grow wildly without any restraint.
Finally, Jiang Jingyan spoke into the phone, "Let's understand first, and then talk if it's suitable."
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