When Nguyen Thanh An entered the club, he was greeted by a scene of extravagance and debauchery. It was jokingly called a den of iniquity for rich women, where there was no shortage of men, only money.
037: [Oh my god, is Li Fang's body able to handle this?]
Ruan Qing'an raised an eyebrow and asked, "Little system, you know quite a lot. Did you learn it from the previous host?"
Ah... well, not really. That lady and her husband weren't particularly open-minded...
"Eek—I don't believe it, what did you see?"
[Really?!]
Ruan Qing'an chuckled lightly, casually mentioning as if in jest: "If the host and the mission target fall in love, with the rigid attitude of the main god, wouldn't they be drowned in a pig cage and locked up for hundreds of years?"
"Surely not, what are you thinking, host..."
"Oh, so the supreme god isn't entirely condemned after all."
037, embarrassed: [Host, have you committed a crime before?]
Ruan Qing'an tossed his hair and said casually, "Does trying to elope with the main god count? Oh, and then you get sealed away."
【！！！】
The CPUs in 037 are all messed up.
Just as 037 was about to ask more questions, Ruan Qingan had already leisurely walked deeper into the club, casually dragging out his words: "So love, men, huh."
037 wanted to say something—well, 037 didn't dare to utter a sound.
The deeper you go, the more vibrant and alluring the atmosphere becomes, even during the day. Slender young women are like flowers surrounded by flowers, and even the club has never seen such guests before.
—She is exceptionally high-quality, so high-quality that it seems as if she is the only one who can be given away for a fortune, a vibrant and fragrant beauty.
Almost instantly, people swarmed around him. The young man in the white shirt squeezed right next to Ruan Qing'an. He was dressed like a boy on campus with a youthful vibe, exuding a clean and sunny aura.
He smiled, revealing a small canine tooth, and the desire in his eyes finally blended in with his surroundings: "Good morning, Miss!"
Ruan Qing'an frowned slightly and walked straight past him.
She'd seen all sorts of people who had previously clung to the original owner of this body, let alone the fact that she had come here on important business.
Whether in the original text or from observations, Ruan Tiantian's mother appears very infrequently. Given her weak and pitiful nature, it's unlikely she wouldn't mention her seriously ill mother a few times. But now it seems—
Despite being seriously ill, he was living a very comfortable life.
Just as Ruan Qing'an finally managed to escape from the men surrounding him, Luo Yuming and Wen Hui walked out of the private room and headed towards the back door along the path.
As the lights flickered, their eyes met.
Ruan Qing'an felt as if he had fallen into a deep, dark green forest, his eyes covered by the dense foliage, leaving only the expression in his eyes. But then... Luo Yuming appeared here.
The young lady's face suddenly turned cold: "Luo Yuming!"
The voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, carried an unusual chilling anger and malevolence. The noisy surroundings fell silent. The manager was so frightened that he hurriedly gestured, yet dared not step forward to offend anyone, remaining completely trembling with fear.
Luo Yuming stood still, his dark eyes fixed on the young lady in the distance. Wen Hui remained silent for a moment, then quietly stepped back.
Not far away, Ruan Qing'an strode forward and stood in front of Luo Yuming, looking up at him. Despite the significant height difference, he exuded an imposing aura and refused to give an inch.
"Young Miss, you—"
"How dare you talk to me?"
Ruan Qing'an grabbed Luo Yuming by the collar and pulled him down with her force, instantly closing the distance between them.
When Luo Yuming looked down, he could clearly see her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, her lead-gray eyes shimmering with water, and her fine downy hairs—she was beautiful in every way.
His voice was slightly hoarse: "Are you angry because of me?"
"..."
The usually short-tempered young lady's face stiffened. She released Luo Yuming and took a step back: "How could that be? He's just a lover. I can just get rid of him. I don't care."
"Do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you serve people in the club. I'm tired of you anyway. Do whatever you want. Our relationship ends here."
Ruan Qing'an's voice was so decisive that it seemed devoid of emotion, as resolute as throwing away an unwanted toy. But Luo Yuming was already used to her demeanor; she was arrogant and looked down on everything, taking her haughtiness for granted.
He simply hummed in response, but his gaze unconsciously followed the young lady's slender, fair neck downwards. Even the pale blue veins looked so beautiful that he wanted to take a bite.
But the next moment, before Luo Yuming could react, Ruan Qing'an turned around and pulled the white-shirted boy who had just been standing in front of her from the silent group of men behind her.
He was clearly an adult, but he looked pitiful in front of the tall and slender Luo Yuming.
He shrank back, a little bewildered, but Ruan Qing'an didn't care at all and pulled him with one hand, her attitude frivolous and arrogant, as if extending her hand was a condescending bestowal.
"You continue, I'll just choose another one."
The young lady smiled and grabbed the person, pulling them away.
After all, he was a big client, so the young man in the white shirt didn't want to refuse. He chuckled and chased after him, trying to curry favor. But then a large hand gripped his arm tightly.
Turning around, Luo Yuming was standing behind him, coldly looking at their clasped hands: "Let go."
Ruan Qing'an raised an eyebrow: "What's it to you?"
"Young lady, don't let anything dirty touch you."
"Oh, you two are no different, both dirty—"
Before Ruan Qing'an could finish speaking, the person she was trying to pull was thrown out by Luo Yuming. After a few stumbles, the person fell onto the cushion of the booth, looking pitiful and innocent.
But before Ruan Qing'an could even laugh, she was already pinned against the wall, her view completely dominated by Luo Yuming. She instinctively pushed against his broad chest, but to maintain her composure, Ruan Qing'an raised her head and glared back.
"Are you sick, Luo Yuming?"
"Yeah, I think so too."
He answered softly, his slender fingertips brushing against Ruan Qing'an's delicate lips—Luo Yuming thought so too, otherwise why would he think that this young lady who had always bullied him was a flower that was suitable to be nurtured in his palm.
When Luo Yuming admitted it so frankly, Ruan Qing'an was speechless for a moment. She rolled her eyes and said, "You make your money, I'll play my games. Our relationship ends here. Don't worry about me."
Are you angry?
He asked in a low voice, his gaze slowly descending. Just as Ruan Qing'an was about to speak impatiently again, Luo Yuming lowered his head and bit her neck.
The damp touch, under the club's flickering lights, was so ambiguous it made one's legs go weak. Ruan Qing'an shuddered and pushed Luo Yuming away.
Her face flushed crimson, as if it were on fire: "Mad dog!"
Before Luo Yuming could even speak, Ruan Qing'an turned and left in a huff, but this time he didn't chase after her. He simply rubbed the fingertips that had brushed against her lips, his eyes darkening.
Is the romantic relationship over?
So, young lady, the hunting relationship is about to begin.
【Affection Level: 85】
Wen Hui's voice lowered slightly: "Brother Luo, should we give the evidence we've collected to Miss Ruan?"
"No need, don't let her find any clues."
Luo Yuming paused, the dark green in his eyes surging with a terrifying danger. He was like a large wild beast slowly emerging from a cave, and once all restraints were removed, the prey that had been locked on would have nowhere to escape.
A flower nurtured in someone's hands doesn't need to take root and survive on its own; it only needs to bloom in their palm and receive the nourishment they provide.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com