274: Chapter 294, Yanyue (11th Update) 274: Chapter 294, Yanyue (11th Update) “Big Brother Ying, sa here, I’m also, finally got to see you, I’m so moved I’m nearly in tears,” Fang Yi said with ‘deep emotion’.
If even Fatty Ying could swallow his pride, why couldn’t he?
Fuck, so pretentious.
Fuck, showing off.
Fang Yi and Ying Zheng thought the sa thing simultaneously.
In fact, the way they treated each other was purely utilitarian, one could say their relationship was based on mutual use.
With this in mind, it was clear to both that neither wanted to break the illusion; after all, both wanted to exploit the other.
Fang Yi wanted to exploit Fatty Ying’s wealth, and Fatty Ying, how could he not want Fang Yi to provide more prescriptions?
This was like business, where both parties knew how disgusting the other was but would never say it out loud.
You would cooperate even if you had to hold your nose to do it.
So, needless to say, the terms “brother” this and “brother” that were thrown around so affectionately.
“Hey, this face looks a bit familiar, I wonder if it’s…” Ying Zheng glanced at Song Wuliang.
Without needing Fang Yi’s introduction, Song Wuliang took the initiative to shake Ying Zheng’s hand warmly and respectfully, like greeting a leader: “I’m Song Wuliang, also a brother of Fang Yi’s.
How about I also call you Big Brother Ying from now on?
It sounds very cordial.
Is that okay, Big Brother Ying?”
Hearing the na Song Wuliang, Ying Zheng finally realized who the man before him was, who, like him, was a wealthy chubby fellow.
After that, Ying Zheng made a welcoming gesture, inviting the two inside.
On the way, Fatty Ying greeted them with a smile, “Fang Yi, our club is newly opened tonight and we’re holding a ribbon-cutting ceremony later.
Brother hasn’t forgotten you; want to join us?”
Fang Yi didn’t want to be that high-profile and shook his head with a smile, “I’ll pass on that, I prefer keeping a low profile.”
Ying Zheng responded with an “Okay,” and said, “Then I’ll have soone take you to rest for a while, and I’ll call you just before it starts.
Brother Fang…,” his voice grew quieter as he spoke.
“Tonight we’ve really got a lot of entertainnt lined up, I’ve spent a lot of money, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
Song Wuliang imdiately stepped closer, “Big Brother Ying, well…
do you offer beauties to warm our beds?”
Perhaps because they hit it off, or birds of a feather flock together, Ying Zheng patted Song Wuliang on the shoulder and chuckled, “What type do you like, Brother Song?”
Song Wuliang replied, “I’m not too picky, the fuller the better.”
Ying Zheng gave a thumbs up, “Hey, Brother Song has good taste, I like that type too.
Great minds think alike, eh?”
Song Wuliang replied, “Indeed, indeed…”
Thus, the two, sharing the sa interests, whispered intimately as they walked, their conversation as filthy as it gets, and Fang Yi found no opening to interject.
But right then, passing by a rockery, in the night’s glow, Fang Yi suddenly saw a familiar figure.
It wasn’t really the shades of evening; this place was almost entirely lit, but in the dimness, there were too many silhouettes to make out anything clearly.
However, when Fang Yi saw her, he knew it was her.
She was dressed in a blue evening gown, looking stunningly out of this world.
Beside her was a man in his mid-forties, with her arm linked through his, and on her other hand she held a purse, her expression sullen and a bit numb, her eyes sowhat vacant.
“Zhou Peilan?
What’s she doing here, and who’s that with her?” Fang Yi frowned.
Indeed, it was Zhou Peilan.
Fang Yi never imagined he would see Zhou Peilan here.
Although Fang Yi didn’t yet understand the nature of the club Fatty Ying ran, it was obvious that Ying’s clubs would involve shady dealings.
Here, aside from the won who were ant to be working, the guests were mostly male; it was rare for won to co.
Yet, Zhou Peilan had co.
Moreover, what puzzled Fang Yi most was who was that man with her?
Just then, Ying Zheng slung an arm around Fang Yi’s shoulder and following his gaze, said, “Brother Fang, ogling the beauty?
No need to bother; those types of won are mostly kept golden canaries.
Forget those in their forties—I’ve even seen so dirty old n in their fifties and sixties keeping girls in their teens or twenties.
Shaless, really.”
“Right,” Fang Yi looked again, but Zhou Peilan had already gone inside with the middle-aged man.
“Do you want to look into it for you?” offered Ying Zheng.
Fang Yi shook his head, “No need.”
Afterward, Ying Zheng signalled a cheongsam-clad woman to co over to attend to Fang Yi and Song Wuliang.
The woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wore a bright red cheongsam, which complented her mature allure.
“Please follow this way…” the red-cheongsam lady said with a smile.
She led the way, her movents sending ripples through the air, catching Song Wuliang’s undivided attention as he moved up to greet her.
“Sister, I don’t yet have the pleasure of knowing your na.”
“The na’s Yanyue.”
“Yanyue?
That sounds nice, really nice!” Song Wuliang imdiately gave a thumbs up, lavishly praising her, but looking at his eyes darting over Yanyue’s body, it was clear his mind was filled with salacious thoughts.
“By the way, Sister Yanyue, have any services been arranged for us?” Song Wuliang asked again.
“Services?
That depends on what the two gentlen require,” Yanyue said.
“The club offers a variety of services, everything generally available in clubs of this kind.”
Song Wuliang grunted and, unashad, leaned in to inquire, “Sister, do you offer any…
special services?”
Respectfully, Yanyue answered, “May I ask what you have in mind, Mr.
Song?”
Before they knew it, Yanyue had led them to a room, pushed the door open, and invited them in.
All the way, Fang Yi let Song Wuliang do the talking; he had no interest.
Firstly, though Yanyue was pretty, Fang Yi felt no attraction; secondly, his thoughts were on Zhou Peilan, so he was undisturbed.
As they entered the room, Song Wuliang stood at the door, chuckling, “Sister Yanyue, you know what I an, why don’t you join us?”
With a gentle smile, Yanyue replied, “Thank you, Mr.
Song, for your kindness, but I have more guests to attend to.
How about I find a couple of young ladies for you instead?”
Hearing this, Song Wuliang glanced back at Fang Yi, who showed little interest, and sighed, “Never mind then, soone’s not keen.”
Yanyue’s gaze skipped over Song Wuliang, gave Fang Yi a quick look, and said quietly, “Mr.
Song, make yourselves comfortable.
If you need anything, just dial zero on the room’s phone.”
After Yanyue left, Song Wuliang closed the door and entered the room.
“This room’s not bad, really luxurious…
No, you seem a bit distracted; don’t tell you’ve really fallen for that beauty we saw on the way,”
said Song Wuliang.
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