Cang Ming

Chapter 145 Sweet and Soft

On the third floor, in a VIP private room.

Sister Lan roughly dragged the person to the door, disdainfully saying, "You're already this old, still playing innocent! Think about how much you'll earn tonight if you serve those VIPs well. Think about your mother, think about your child!"

Child?

Ding Li actually had a child?!

"Why aren't you talking!" Sister Lan tugged at her clothes. "Why do you seem so thin? You haven't eaten, you look sickly, you won't be liked by men at all."

"And what's with your eyes? Did you get double eyelid surgery? You look much better than before. What are you wearing a veil for? Hurry up and take it off—"

Song Xi subtly dodged her hand and, mimicking Ding Li's voice, said coquettishly, "It adds mystery."

"Where did you learn all these tricks? It's fine if you've thought it through. Hurry inside! I warn you, if you try to run again, I won't spare you!"

With that, she directly pushed Song Xi inside and stationed two security guards at the door.

The moment Song Xi entered the room, she felt unwell from the smell of alcohol in the air.

The room was dark, but quite a few people were seated.

Men and women, their postures ambiguous and bold.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey, the girl who played the flute is back!"

As soon as this was said, all eyes turned towards her.

The woman was slender, dressed in an exotic, lake-blue outfit that caught everyone's attention.

Exquisite and charming, with a graceful demeanor.

Although it was the same person, her aura was completely different from before!

Zhang Qi's drunken eyes flickered with a trace of interest.

He stared intently, his gaze tracing her slender, easily-gripped waist upwards, then to her chest, and finally meeting her eyes.

For some reason... they felt so familiar.

Zhang Qi shook his head and pushed away the woman with large waves of hair in his arms.

Damn it, he'd drunk too much.

Song Xi was indeed a little surprised.

She hadn't expected to run into Zhang Qi here!

But if it was Zhang Qi, then it made sense.

His methods had always been perverted; no wonder Ding Li couldn't bear it.

After so long without seeing him, he was still as dissolute and extravagant as ever. Song Xi couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him.

"Young Master Zhang, are you alright?"

Song Xi had just raised her flute when she heard this voice, her movements freezing on the spot.

She looked over in disbelief.

Qin Feng was squatting on the ground, holding a trash can with a fawning expression, ready to catch Zhang Qi's vomit.

"..."

This scene left Song Xi dumbfounded.

Putting aside how the two of them knew each other, Qin Feng's sycophantic and ingratiating behavior was astonishing!

Indeed, money could make the devil work!

After Zhang Qi finished vomiting, he patted Qin Feng's shoulder. "...You, are good!"

As if receiving praise from his master, Qin Feng beamed. "Then I'll go dump the trash!"

As he passed by, Song Xi felt as though she saw a wagging dog's tail behind him.

Song Xi: I don't understand, but I am greatly shocked.

"You!"

Zhang Qi suddenly reached out, pointing at Song Xi. "Come here!"

Song Xi didn't move.

"Brother Qi asked you to come over, what's the matter with you!"

"No common sense at all!"

Those sycophantic companions directly dragged Song Xi forward and then shoved her.

Song Xi reacted quickly, sidestepping.

The man stumbled and fell into Zhang Qi's arms.

Zhang Qi: "..."

The man: "..."

The entire room: "…………"

The air fell silent.

The man pretended to laugh it off and got up, but inwardly he was terrified.

"Brother Qi's arms are really warm."

Zhang Qi's brows furrowed as if they could crush a fly.

He kicked the man. "Scram!"

The man didn't get angry, he rubbed his backside and grinning, walked to the side, then let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Qi lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and the alcohol started to wear off.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Song Xi. Her eyes were very similar, but her figure was not.

Her chest was larger than Song Xi's.

Zhang Qi suddenly felt the veil was an eyesore and reached out to pull it off.

Unexpectedly, the woman stopped him.

Zhang Qi, with a cigarette in his mouth, seized her wrist in response.

Soft.

Fragrant and soft.

He smiled. "What's your name?"

Song Xi suppressed the disgust in her eyes and calmly withdrew her hand. "Ding Li."

"Ding Li?"

Zhang Qi exhaled a puff of thick smoke, his tone playful. "Weren't you still playing your tune earlier? Continue."

Song Xi's heart sank, but the next second, she calmly said, "I'll play a new one for you."

Zhang Qi threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and his tone suddenly turned firm. "No need. Play the previous one!"