klisemfg Chapter 966 What Should She Do?
Chapter 966 What Should She Do?
When the glass doors of the gilded club were pushed open, the noise outside seemed to be shut out by an invisible barrier.
Teng Zijing walked ahead, the top two buttons of his black shirt casually undone.
Her collarbone was clearly visible, and her steps were composed yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
Deng Zhouyi followed closely behind, his dark gray suit perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, scanning every corner of the club.
The security guard at the entrance was already standing at attention, and upon seeing the two enter, he snapped to attention and gave a crisp military salute.
With solemn eyes, they watched them step into this place of dazzling lights and revelry.
Soothing jazz music was playing inside the club, and the crystal chandelier reflected a dazzling light, shining on the well-dressed men and women.
Most of them are newly rich businessmen or marginal figures in the entertainment industry who come here to seek personal pleasure.
At this moment, men and women, or men and women together, are exchanging glances and flirting in their favorite booths.
Some people held wine glasses, leaning against each other, chatting and laughing in hushed tones, or leaning against the bar, making small, flirtatious gestures.
The appearance of Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
All eyes turned to them at once, and the air seemed to freeze for half a second.
"Hey? Isn't that Master Jing? And isn't that Assistant Deng with him? Wow, they're so handsome!"
A woman in a silver sequined dress nudged her male companion's arm, her voice tinged with surprise.
His male companion tilted his head back and downed his drink in displeasure, then rolled his eyes at the woman's infatuated expression.
At the bar: "Oh my, these two gentlemen haven't shown up for a while."
"Why did you come here so suddenly today? Is some important person going to be here?"
The man paused, his hand holding the wine glass still, his eyes filled with inquiry.
Someone in the corner whispered in a low voice: "Do you guys remember?"
A while ago, Master Jing officially signed a prenuptial agreement with Miss An Tai.
I heard the wedding preparations are in full swing. What's up? Coming to a place like this for entertainment today?
"Shh...you don't want to live anymore. Who is Master Jing? A bankrupt rich girl like you, for Master Jing to be willing to marry her is already a huge favor!"
The person next to him looked in Deng Zhouyi's direction and sneered, "Master Jing has always been a man of integrity."
That Assistant Deng, she's much more easygoing! As long as you're somewhat attractive, she'll sleep with you.
Hmph: "Young people, they're full of energy, just looking for something new. But who dares to disrespect Master Jing?"
Just as Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi stopped at the door, the music that had been playing suddenly stopped abruptly.
The whispers that had been rising and falling just moments before vanished instantly, and the entire hall was so quiet that you could hear the soft sound of ice melting in a wine glass.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two uninvited guests—
At the Liujin Club, Teng Zijing's name meant absolute authority, and no one dared to act presumptuously in front of him.
A waiter in a black vest strode forward, a flawless professional smile plastered on his face.
"Master Jing, Assistant Deng, the deluxe private room on the top floor has been reserved for you two. This way, please."
He bowed slightly and gestured towards the elevator.
Deng Zhouyi didn't look at him, his gaze sweeping towards the front desk, his voice as cold as ice: "Where's Chai Rui?"
The waiter's smile froze for a moment, then he forced a smile again:
"Boss Chai... is handling some matters in his office. Shall I go and call him?"
Before the words had even finished, a slightly chubby figure came running from the direction of the office. It was Chai Rui, the owner of Liujin Club.
His face was plastered with a fawning smile as he ran, rubbing his hands together: "Oh my! Rare guests! Master Jing, Assistant Deng, it's been a long time since you two graced us with your presence!"
He strode up to the two of them, slightly out of breath, "The deluxe suite on the top floor has always been reserved for you two."
"I will personally serve you today, and I guarantee you will both be satisfied. Please come in, please come in!"
Teng Zijing didn't speak, but merely glanced sideways at Deng Zhouyi. Deng Zhouyi understood immediately.
He took out an elegant cigarette case from his suit pocket, pressed it gently, and a cigarette popped out and was offered to Teng Zijing's lips.
Before Deng Zhouyi could even light it, Chai Rui, quick as a flash, pulled a solid gold lighter from his pocket.
With a "click," he carefully approached Teng Zijing and lit his cigarette for him.
As the flames flickered, they reflected the ingratiating look in his eyes and a hint of barely perceptible tension.
Teng Zijing took a drag of his cigarette, and the pale blue smoke slowly billowed out, obscuring his already handsome yet somewhat sharp features.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyelids.
Only his eyes were deep and cold, like an icy pool, radiating a chill that could freeze a person to death.
Everyone in the hall was stunned. Everyone knew that Chai Rui was a prominent figure in this area.
Ordinary celebrities and wealthy businessmen would treat him with utmost respect, but today he was serving Teng Zijing like a servant.
This man stood in the center of the hall, neither speaking nor moving, and the low pressure emanating from him made the air seem to freeze.
Chai Rui stood to the side, his smile almost fading, his palms sweaty.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he secretly peeked out and bowed deeply in front of Deng Zhouyi, his voice extremely low: "Assistant Deng, what do you think... Master Jing is doing...?"
Deng Zhouyi ignored him. At this moment, Teng Zijing strode towards a booth with a wide view in the center of the hall.
That booth was the most prominent spot in the entire lobby, with a panoramic view of the entire clubhouse, backed by a floor-to-ceiling landscape painting.
He plopped down on the sofa in the upper seat, his movements casual yet exuding an undeniable sense of control.
A waiter quickly came over with a tray of drinks, on which were several glasses of mixed cocktails.
Seeing this, Chai Rui quickly stepped forward and picked up a glass of amber-colored wine from the wine tray.
He carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of Teng Zijing, and said with a forced smile:
"Master Jing, this is made according to your usual preferences. Would you like to try it and see if it tastes the same?"
"Get out." Teng Zijing uttered a single word, his voice not loud, but it pierced people's hearts like an ice pick.
Chai Rui's hand trembled violently, and the color drained from his face instantly.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words, only bending his back even lower.
Deng Zhouyi walked to the booth, picked up another glass of wine from the waiter's tray,
The scarlet liquid swirled gently in the wine glass as he casually swirled it to let it breathe.
His eyes, however, were like radar, silently scanning everyone present, finally settling on Chai Rui's face, which was filled with panic.
Chai Rui has something to hide; Teng Zijing's unpredictable behavior...
Coupled with Deng Zhouyi's seemingly casual yet scrutinizing gaze, he felt as if ants were crawling all over him, making him extremely uneasy.
Sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto his expensive shirt, leaving a small, dark stain.
He could feel everyone's eyes in the hall focused on him—no, on this "master."
Upstairs, in Liu Lu's private room, Zhang Chenghe and Chang Miaomiao still didn't know if they had found what they were looking for.
If the two masters catch me red-handed right now, and Master Jing finds out about my tip-off phone call, I'll be dead for sure.
Chai Rui secretly wiped away a bead of sweat and glanced at Teng Zijing, who had a cigarette between his fingers.
The cigarette ash had piled up quite a bit, but who knew what was going on in those eyes?
Could it be that Zhang Chenghe and Chang Miaomiao are upstairs, and this guy came to catch them in the act?
Upstairs in Liu Lu's private room, the light from the crystal chandelier was dimmed, but it still made Chang Miaomiao's panic impossible to hide.
She paced back and forth on the carpet in her high heels, her exquisite makeup unable to conceal the anxiety in her eyes.
The hem of her skirt brushed against the edge of the sofa with her movements, creating a soft rustling sound.
"What to do? What are we going to do? Deng Zhouyi alone is troublesome enough."
Even Teng Zijing has come. What are we supposed to do now?
Zhang Chenghe was fiddling with the photo frame in his hand when he saw that Chang Miaomiao was completely disoriented.
He twitched his lips, put the photo frame back in its place, and slowly turned around upon hearing this.
He had his shirt collar open, revealing half of a silver necklace underneath, and a nonchalant smile played on his lips.
Looking at Chang Miaomiao's eyes, a sense of mockery welled up in my heart.
His tone was somewhat nonchalant, and he drew out the words: "What are you afraid of? Isn't this the opportunity you've always wanted? Teng Zijing is downstairs right now."
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Chang Miaomiao's chin, forcing her to look up at him, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Your face has captured the hearts of many men! Miss Chang, you can go out and have a 'chance encounter' with that gentleman."
As Zhang Chenghe spoke, he breathed hot air into Chang Miaomiao's ear, making her angry and embarrassed.
Chang Miaomiao shoved Zhang Chenghe away, her cheeks flushed red. She was completely enraged by his teasing, and her voice involuntarily rose.
He retorted angrily, "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? What do you think the Liujin Club is? 'Chance encounter' and 'chance meeting'?"
Chang Miaomiao's chest heaved violently, her bloodshot eyes glistening with tears, and she said in a dejected tone:
"Don't you know who Teng Zijing is? If he were as easily fooled as those other men, what would we be doing here now?"
Zhang Chenghe shrugged, looking nonchalant, and said casually, "What place? It's just a venue for men and women!"
I wasn't as lucky as you; that guy probably wouldn't like someone like me. So…”
He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping across the room's window, glancing downstairs.
He said flippantly, "Miss Chang can certainly use the same trick again. As for me, I'll find a window and see if I can leave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.
"Hey! Stop right there!" Chang Miaomiao stomped her foot angrily, gritting her teeth at his retreating figure. "Zhang Chenghe! You big bastard!"
She was left alone in the room. Faint noises came from downstairs outside the window, which only made the room seem even quieter.
Chang Miaomiao clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms—Teng Zijing's sudden appearance had disrupted all her plans.
Zhang Chenghe, acting like a hands-off manager again, has abandoned her. What should she do? Should she really do as he said and go find Teng Zijing?