Chapter 9: Temptation, Voice

“Miss, wait a moment, let’s take a photo first.”

The two girls Liu Mingxuan brought along excitedly ran over to take pictures with the champagne tower.

“This angle doesn’t look good; it should be like this to look better,” Liu Mingxuan said, stepping in to help them find the right pose.

Girls are vain by nature. Even just receiving likes and comments on social media brings immense satisfaction. He was confident he wouldn’t have to spend the night alone.

After they finished taking pictures, Li Manli and her colleagues distributed the champagne to everyone.

She was unwilling to give in, smiling as she raised her glass to Lu Liang, “Brother Liang, I toast you.”

“If there’s nothing else, you can leave,” Lu Liang said, sipping his drink.

“Thank you, Brother Liang. We’ll be off then.”

Li Manli bit her lip, feeling resentful in her heart but forced a smile as she left.

Passing by the window, she couldn’t help but glance back at Lu Liang. He had helped her twice already, yet he ignored her completely.

After she left, Zhang Qian approached Lu Liang with a beaming smile, holding her glass. “Brother Liang, do you like Lili?”

Having worked in the nightlife scene for seven or eight years, she had seen all kinds of men and understood their thoughts clearly.

This tactic was classic—playing hard to get to lure the beauty, a trick that might fool young girls but not seasoned women.

“Who’s Lili? I only like Qianqian,” Lu Liang said, holding Zhang Qian’s waist, feeling the fullness and sensuality of her body.

Zhang Qian didn’t know Li Manli lived right across from him; monks might run, but temples never do, so she wasn’t in a hurry.

The inexperienced “little apple” needed time to be trained, but the ripe “peach” in front of him could be swallowed whole with a little bait.

“I like Brother Liang the most too, Qianqian does,” Zhang Qian said, surprised, then smiled brightly and affectionately wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered close to his ear.

If just two bottles of Black Spade A wine and a moderate sales performance could make her yield, she’d be far too cheap.

At 30 years old, she couldn’t compare in body, figure, or looks with girls just in their twenties.

She needed to find herself a way out.

Zhang Qian wanted to know how Lu Liang had transformed from a real estate agent into a luxury car-driving boss in just two months.

With differing intentions, the two of them, intoxicated not by the alcohol but by their own feelings, clung tightly to each other, sharing their “heartfelt truths.”

Liu Mingxuan smiled at the corner of his mouth. The main player now had company, so he decided to start galloping, pulling along two newly met girls and two hostess girls to form a group.

“Beep beep beep, let’s go~”

The group of five headed down to the dance floor like a train.

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As the night wore on, the revelers in the dance hall paired off or formed groups, leaving the Renaissance Palace Club one after another.

Liu Mingxuan held a young, beautiful girl and came to the window of a private room, gently tapping on the glass.

Lu Liang looked over and made a leaving gesture; he had plans tonight and would leave first.

“Qianqian, I’m leaving too.”

Lu Liang had already cast his bait, waiting for Zhang Qian to take the hook.

Just now, fueled by the alcohol, he had opened his Guotai brokerage account, revealing assets worth eight figures.

When dealing with a mature and shrewd woman, being straightforward was enough; playing ambiguous games was just a waste of time for both.

There were countless women working in the nightlife scene in Shanghai, but those who saved enough to buy a house were one in a million.

Because the money came quickly, most didn’t treat it seriously, drifting in a haze of decadence until old and faded, ending up with nothing.

Zhang Qian was clever, often casually asking how he made his fortune.

Lu Liang shared some information appropriately, trusting she would make the right choice.

“Brother Liang, you’re drunk. Let me take you home.”

Zhang Qian spoke softly, knowing he wouldn’t reveal anything if she wasn’t close, even if she might be fooled.

“I’ll have someone bring the car.”

Lu Liang paid the bill—42,000 yuan for the night.

The room fee was the largest part; drinks were secondary. Then he called Tan Tao to come drive.

Zhang Qian went back to the lounge to tidy up, helping Lu Liang as they waited by the door.

Combinations like theirs weren’t rare: sometimes men supporting women, sometimes the reverse, all heading to nearby hotels.

After a while, Tan Tao arrived, professional in a black suit and white gloves, clearly a skilled driver.

Back at the Peace Hotel, Zhang Qian showed surprise. “Brother Liang, you live here?”

Lu Liang nodded and took Zhang Qian in the private elevator to the British suite, Room 2 on the seventh floor.

Zhang Qian was even more astonished. She had only heard of the Peace Hotel’s Nine Nations Suites but never stayed in one.

Her gaze grew more eager. She lightly traced his neck with her fingertips, swaying to circle behind him, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, whispering, “Brother Liang, I’m going to touch up my makeup.”

“Go ahead.”

Seeing Zhang Qian enter the bathroom, Lu Liang lay back on the sofa, a smile creeping across his lips before following her in.

While Zhang Qian was freshening up, a shadow flickered behind her. Lu Liang grinned mischievously, wrapping his arms around her waist, hands slowly moving upward.

Zhang Qian giggled, looking at Lu Liang in the mirror. “Brother Liang, haste makes waste, you know.”

“You focus on your makeup; I’m just coming to take a shower.” Lu Liang pinched her chin and started undressing himself.

“Nice figure, huh? Been working out?”

Leaning against the sink with her arms crossed, Zhang Qian smiled slyly, appraising Lu Liang like a streetwise woman.

“Just started recently.” Lu Liang was unashamed, stripping naked right in front of her.

Suddenly, he pulled her into the shower, standing under the rainhead, enjoying the warm water cascading over his scalp.

“Ah! My clothes are all wet now, I have to redo my makeup…”

Zhang Qian’s voice came from the bathroom, half-complaining, then suddenly muffled into soft moans.

After a period not too long nor too short, Lu Liang stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, satisfied.

He half-reclined on the sofa, picking up his phone to order some late-night food, closing his eyes to rest, a smile lingering on his lips.

Time ticked by, and as the clock struck midnight, signaling a new day, Lu Liang suddenly opened his eyes, ecstatic—he had heard that sound again.

[June 2nd, Chinese Online, 39.82 yuan]

He hurriedly searched for the stock information and saw the closing price yesterday was 17.85 yuan.

This meant that in the next 12 days, or 8 trading sessions, the stock had a potential increase of 21.97 yuan.

Though it was far from the explosive growth of Storm Technology—rising from 7.14 yuan to 310 yuan, a 43-fold increase—

Chinese Online was not a new stock, requiring no subscription; anyone with money could buy as many shares as they wanted.

Lu Liang bookmarked this information and continued browsing related news about the stock, unaware that Zhang Qian was quietly approaching from behind.

“Chinese Online? Is this stock special?”

She wore the same bathrobe, her makeup flawless, wine-red short hair damp at the ends.

Zhang Qian understood men well; beneath the white bathrobe were not pale skin but fishnet stockings, and on her feet were peep-toe heels.

Wearing it was much more alluring than not.

“You can keep an eye on it recently.” Lu Liang put away his phone without elaborating and patted his thigh, inviting Zhang Qian to sit.

“Why are you putting on makeup again?”

Time had left few traces on her face; if anything, it added to her charm.

Zhang Qian kissed Lu Liang’s forehead, teasing with a smile, “I’m afraid if you see me without makeup, you’ll run off in the night.”

“With features that fine, you won’t look bad without makeup,” Lu Liang joked, lightly stroking her calf and occasionally poking the fishnet holes.

After their shower encounter, their relationship warmed rapidly; at least at this moment, they felt like true lovers.

“Men’s words are just lies,” Zhang Qian snorted, twisting her waist to rekindle Lu Liang’s desire.

She hadn’t forgotten that tonight, she was baring herself not to talk love but to find out how Lu Liang made his fortune.

After a while, feeling the indescribable awakening, Zhang Qian bit Lu Liang’s ear coquettishly, “Good brother, just tell me, what’s the deal with that stock?”

Lu Liang smiled, playing with something soft and tangible, “The market looks good; you can buy it if you want. Believe it or not.”

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