Song Xi chased Lou Yuming up to the third floor.
She wanted to explain, but he didn't seem to want to listen.
Seeing her still following, he turned and shot her a cold glare.
But Song Xi remained undeterred, like a tail he couldn't shake off.
Lou Yuming's thin lips were pressed together. He stopped, and the latter, unprepared, bumped into his back.
"Still following?"
Song Xi opened her mouth, about to speak.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, then with a "swish," he opened the door to the VIP room.
Inside sat four or five middle-aged men, each exuding the air of wealth with their demeanor. Beside them sat several beautiful young women.
Song Xi immediately wanted to flee, but a force on her shoulder pushed her in almost forcefully.
"Boss Lou is back. And who is this?"
Lou Yuming brushed past her, sat down, his expression icy, "Someone to sing for entertainment."
"..." Song Xi dared not speak out of anger.
Her attire today did make her look like she was there to sing, especially like a college student participating in a campus singing competition, pure and fresh.
But she dressed like this precisely to make Fang Ze let down his guard, and unexpectedly, he ran into her.
The few bosses exchanged knowing smiles.
"Boss Lou has good taste, enjoys life, and even picked a college student."
"Little sister, are you an adult yet?"
Song Xi was initially annoyed, but upon hearing this, she got a little carried away.
After all, who, as a woman, could refuse to be praised for her youth?
She smiled sweetly, acting demurely, "Uncles, I just turned eighteen this year."
"Uncles, hahaha, but calling us uncles at eighteen is appropriate!"
The men burst into laughter, except for Lou Yuming, whose face was as dark as if it could drip ink.
She was truly something! Who had she learned these charming skills from?
"Little sister, what song do you know? If you sing well today, there will be many rewards!"
Saying this, he took out a wad of cash and placed it on the table. The red bills caught the eyes of the young women beside them.
Song Xi hadn't expected these men to be so generous. She unashamedly licked her lips, finding the amount quite tempting.
She glanced at Lou Yuming.
Unexpectedly, the man seemed to read her mind, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cold, mocking arc.
Then, right in front of her, he draped his arm over the shoulder of the short-haired woman.
The short-haired woman was flattered and immediately snuggled into Lou Yuming's embrace like a kitten, "Boss Lou~"
Lou Yuming didn't push her away, his expression appearing to be one of enjoyment.
Song Xi's face fell. She gritted her back teeth, "Uncles, what do you want to hear?"
The men chattered incessantly, each one suggesting a song, but most of the song titles were from a bygone era, which Song Xi hadn't heard.
"What about Boss Lou?" someone asked.
Lou Yuming's smile was superficial. He extended his index finger to stroke the short-haired woman's chin, "What do you want to hear?"
The other woman was taken aback, then shyly said, "Can you sing 'Love Love Love', the one by Cyndi Wang?"
Lou Yuming raised an eyebrow, as if recalling something, and said meaningfully, "Ah, she is quite skilled at that one."
Song Xi: "..."
"Skilled? Boss Lou has seen her before?"
Lou Yuming smiled without answering.
The group continued drinking, and no one pressed the matter further.
Seeing her motionless, Lou Yuming coldly prompted, "What, not enough money?"
"Hic—Never enough!"
Another wad of cash was thrown onto the table, rough and casual.
Song Xi's spine stiffened, and she started to feel uncomfortable.
But she didn't back down. She took a deep breath.
Lou Yuming thought that at this point, she would surely break.
But unexpectedly, she raised her head and smiled brightly, "Okay."
Lou Yuming's fingers suddenly tightened, almost crushing the short-haired woman's shoulder.
"Hiss..."
The short-haired woman's face turned pale, and she looked up.
The man's dark eyes, unable to conceal their murderous intent, were frightening to behold.