Chapter 6: Beginning
Xu Yu intended to use the thirty thousand yuan as a pretext to visit Xu Jing at Qingda University.
She hadn’t told him in advance, but when Xu Jing heard that she had brought the money, his reply was swift. Contrary to her assumption that he would be loitering with some unsavory friends, it only took three minutes for Xu Jing to dash out from the campus.
Yes, dash—like a leopard poised to leap.
He was slender, and it seemed he'd just stepped out of the laboratory. He hadn’t even taken off his white coat, and a pen was still tucked into his chest pocket.
At the very first sight of her, he scratched his head. “Sis.”
Xu Yu walked with him to a nearby bench. “Busy with experiments lately?”
Xu Jing nodded. “Sis, I didn’t mean to lose my temper at you last time.”
Xu Yu didn’t blame him. “I’ve transferred the thirty thousand to your account. Have you visited Dad lately?”
Xu Jing hung his head, somewhat embarrassed. “Not yet. I’ve been really busy.”
“Alright. Remember to come home for summer break.”
“Okay.”
Xu Yu didn’t say much more. Since he was in a hurry to get back to his experiments, she didn’t ask him to eat out together.
Night had fallen. Neon lights flickered. The tendrils of sin stretched up from the depths of hell, beginning their slow climb.
Few knew that just across the street from Qingda University lay Qingcheng’s greatest city of sleepless nights.
Huaiyue.
Bypassing the first floor, filled with clinking glasses and folk songs, and passing through the second floor, where intoxication and decay mingled, Xu Yu ascended to the third floor.
The door to the third floor was a three-ton bulletproof iron gate. The whole level consisted of private rooms, each with an electronic lock. Whenever Xu Yu came up, she would swipe her golden card for Room 306.
Exotic dancer.
That was Xu Yu’s profession at this high-end club.
She had worked here for three years. Outwardly cold, inwardly wild—that was how all her colleagues described her.
She stood at a meter seventy, with a voluptuous figure, a tiny waist, and, thanks to years of dance, every muscle was toned and elegant.
She wore a silver sequined camisole dress, the back cut low to reveal half her smooth back and butterfly-shaped shoulder blades, the front showing off her delicate collarbones and the soft whiteness of her chest.
The skirt was so short it nearly clung to the tops of her thighs.
Her straight, slender legs curled around a silver metal pole.
Head thrown back, hips arched, she spun and danced.
The stage lights followed her every move.
Xu Yu always wore a smile, her gaze bewitching—a fairy fallen to the mortal world.
There were eyes below the stage fixed on her from beginning to end.
Xu Yu curled her lips into a smile, her red lips enchanting, her eyes glimmering like water.
A thick stack of bills was thrown onto her body.
She glanced toward Zhao Qian of Yuan Zhao Resources, who had tossed the money, and returned his smile.
Beside him, a gaze as sharp as an ice blade struck her face.
She let her eyes drift lazily past Shen Liangyan, seated at the center, ignoring his silent warning.
Shen Liangyan’s collar was slightly open. As he drank the sweet liquor, his Adam’s apple rolled sensually.
His gaze deepened with each of her provocative movements.
Next to him, Zhao Qian said, “This beauty—I’ve never seen her here before, not once.”
Shen Liangyan’s thin lips parted. “Why? Interested?”
Zhao Qian was eager. “She’s tall, hot—definitely a stunner. I wonder what her price is.”
He’d been here before, but had never come across such a knockout.
Anyone could see her dancing skills were remarkable.
“Pay her, and she’ll do whatever you want,” Shen Liangyan said, his eyes fixed on Xu Yu’s taut calves and heaving chest. Lighting a cigarette, he let a cryptic smile play at the corners of his mouth.
“Really?” Zhao Qian took him at his word. “She looks so young—is she even eighteen?”
His laughter curled up through the smoky haze, making his face seem even more indistinct.
“You do like to joke, Young Master Zhao. Our club doesn’t deal in anything illegal.”