The frail body nestled completely into Yu Xiuzhun’s embrace.
Her unconscious movents made the furious Yu Xiuzhun pause, stunned.
The rage that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back instantly.
His handso, wicked face tilted slightly down as he glanced at her. He scooped her up horizontally and strode toward the magnificent, resplendent clubhouse nearby.
Ye Mingi had just co to her senses, catching only a glimpse of the bold two characters on the sign outside the clubhouse: [Zhi Shang], accompanied by an equally striking English translation beneath.
Before Ye Mingi could reflect on it, Yu Xiuzhun had already taken her inside.
"Mr. Yu, you’ve arrived."
As soon as they entered Zhi Shang, soone imdiately ca forward as if they had been waiting for him for a long ti.
"Is the room ready?" Yu Xiuzhun set Ye Mingi down, shielding her by his side, and raised a brow to glance at the shifty-eyed man in front of them.
"It’s ready, it’s ready. Here’s the room card." The man handed over the room card respectfully, his gaze shifting to Ye Mingi as he gave her a once-over.
The mont his eyes showed even the slightest trace of greed, Yu Xiuzhun delivered a ferocious kick, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Yu Xiuzhun’s eyes grew perilously cold. "If you dare look at her again, I’ll gouge your eyes out!"
"Forgive , Mr. Yu! Forgive , Mr. Yu! I swear I’ll never do it again..." The man crouched fearfully on the ground, clutching his head.
Yu Xiuzhun’s gaze darkened further, and he unleashed another vicious kick to vent his anger. "Get out of my sight!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
The man, having been kicked twice, didn’t dare grunt in pain. He scurried away with his head down, quickly vanishing from sight.
Ye Mingi hadn’t yet recovered from the shocking scene when Yu Xiuzhun grabbed her and began leading her toward the dance floor.
This man knew how to indulge himself.
Even before Ye Mingi had t him, she’d heard countless stories about Yu Xiuzhun.
No one ever found him at proper events; rather, it was lively, sensational places like these—especially where thrilling dance battles took place—that one might have a chance to encounter Yu Xiuzhun.
In the dance floor, Yu Xiuzhun was in his elent.
An unparalleled charisma that no woman could resist.
"Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu—!"
The mont Yu Xiuzhun was spotted, the dance floor erupted with applause and waves of cheers, one louder than the last.
"Not much of a dancer? You’ll dance with tonight."
Yu Xiuzhun held Ye Mingi’s hand, his eyes scanning her dress to confirm it was suitable for dancing. Without hesitation, he led her toward the middle of the dance floor.
"...Yu Xiuzhun, I’m really not in the mood today."
Ye Mingi froze briefly, then quickly pressed her hand against his, speaking softly.
She had seen the room card, assuming Yu Xiuzhun would take her straight to the room for exactly that purpose.
But unexpectedly, he had brought her to the dance floor instead.
The crowd’s fiery and bold gazes made Ye Mingi furrow her brows uneasily.
Today marked the anniversary of Ye Zhanxing’s death; how could she possibly have the heart for revelry in a place like this?
"Impatient to go to the room with for that kind of fun, are you?" Yu Xiuzhun turned around, pulling her into his embrace. He leaned down, breathing softly against Ye Mingi’s ear.
She shivered imdiately, instinctively wanting to retreat.
But as her eyes t his predatory gaze, she involuntarily bit her lip.
He didn’t give her a chance to resist, leading her straight to the center of the dance floor.
"Music!"
Soone called out, and a passionate Rumba beat filled the air.
"Relax. Follow my steps. After this dance, I promise you’ll forget every unhappy thing on your mind." Yu Xiuzhun’s magnetic, wicked voice drifted down from above with undeniable conviction.
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