Lin Mei looked in that direction. Xing Zheng had come with a few friends, one of whom was talking to him about something. Xing Zheng leaned in, listening intently.
Feng Feng also turned to look. "...Damn."
The usually elegant and calm Feng Feng suddenly swore, startling both Lin Mei and Lan Lan.
Lin Mei: "What's wrong?"
Feng Feng said with a look of despair, "The one next to Xing Zheng, I hooked up with him when I was on a business trip in Manhattan."
Lan Lan: "Damn!"
Lin Mei: "..."
—
"Old Xing, Old Xing? What are you looking at? Your eyes are glued." Shen Su had been talking to Xing Zheng for a while, but he hadn't responded, only staring ahead as if his soul had been snatched.
Shen Su followed his gaze. Three women were sitting at the bar, each with a distinct style yet equally captivating. In this lively venue, they were rare treasures.
Shen Su: "Interested? Go get their WeChat."
Gu Song overheard Shen Su and quickly chimed in, "Which one has Old Xing set his sights on? Let me see."
Xing Zheng ignored their teasing and looked over. There was an empty table right next to the bar. "Let's sit there."
Shen Su and Gu Song smirked, "Understood, understood. Wait for the right moment to make your move."
Lan Lan caught sight of the three men approaching and exclaimed again, "Holy shit, Xing Zheng and them are sitting next to us."
Lin Mei heard the commotion and immediately looked to the side. After Xing Zheng sat down, he took off his jacket, and his distinctively jointed fingers lifted, carelessly unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.
Lin Mei remembered that last Saturday night, when he had left her stranded, she had, in her anger, bitten his chest…
Lin Mei's chest felt a little itchy. As she was engrossed in watching, a woman walked over and sat beside Xing Zheng.
The woman looked familiar, likely a regular at the pub. She had golden curly hair, a camisole, a leather pencil skirt, a hot figure, and a beautiful face.
Lin Mei saw the woman sit down and place her hand on Xing Zheng's shoulder, then turned away, no longer watching.
Feng Feng, observing from the side, asked, "Feeling upset?"
Lin Mei feigned ignorance, "Who's upset?"
Feng Feng gave her a "you're still trying to fool me" look. "Did you develop feelings for Xing Zheng after sleeping with him?"
Lin Mei's mind was filled with the image of the beautiful woman placing her hand on Xing Zheng's shoulder, and she felt annoyed. "I just find it dirty."
Even Lan Lan, who usually sided with Lin Mei, couldn't stand it. "Sister, stop making excuses. You knew he was an experienced player before you slept with him. Isn't it too late to find it dirty now?"
"You look like a little wife who's jealous and saying the opposite of what she means," Lan Lan saw through her completely.
Lin Mei: "..."
Feng Feng and Lan Lan had been Lin Mei's close friends since college. Lin Mei's little thoughts couldn't escape their notice.
Feng Feng, being more thoughtful than Lan Lan, said, "Lin Mei, don't develop feelings for Xing Zheng. You're no match for him."
Lan Lan, however, disagreed. "That's not necessarily true. Xing Zheng said he doesn't sleep with the same woman twice, but didn't he lose control when Lin Mei approached him?"
Feng Feng glanced towards Xing Zheng. He was currently clinking glasses with the hot beauty, his posture practiced and experienced, indicating he was a frequent visitor to such places. Lin Mei's limited experience was like showing off to an expert in front of Xing Zheng; she would be devoured whole.
"I don't like him," Lin Mei told Feng Feng. "I understand what you mean. We're not from the same world. Once I break up with Chen Qi, I'll cut ties with him."
Seeing that Lin Mei was still clear-headed, Feng Feng felt relieved. "It's good that you know your limits. Xing Zheng is someone who devours without spitting out bones. He also has a family-arranged fiancée. Whoever falls for him will be unlucky."
Lan Lan scoffed, "Oh, please. His fiancée is already involved with Chen Qi and cheating on him. I don't believe Xing Zheng will still marry her."
Feng Feng said, "Xing Zheng needs her family behind her, not her. They've always played their own games, neither interfering with the other, but one thing is certain: no matter how they play, they will eventually get married."
"Don't worry, I won't," Lin Mei said, pulling both of them up from left and right. "Let's go dancing."
—
Lin Mei had studied dance for twelve years, a skill honed from childhood. She had a natural talent for dancing.
As soon as she entered the dance floor, she began to move to the rhythm.
She was beautiful and sexy, and a great dancer. Men inevitably came up to hit on her.
Lin Mei used to refuse when men approached her, but for some reason today, on impulse, she placed her hand on a man's shoulder and started dancing with him.
It was the tango.
Lan Lan and Feng Feng watched in stunned silence, barely able to connect this alluring enchantress with the everyday Lin Mei.
A woman who had tasted passion was indeed different. Lan Lan swayed her hips and said to Feng Feng, "Our Lin Mei is definitely exceptionally talented."
Dancing was addictive, and coupled with the alcohol she had drunk earlier, Lin Mei became more and more excited as she danced. She weaved through the crowd like a social butterfly. Men whistled at her, and Lin Mei waved back flirtatiously.
She never did things like this before, but now she felt that being a temptress was truly, incredibly enjoyable.
As Lin Mei twisted and turned her body in a hot dance, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her waist from behind. Lin Mei's body was forced back against him, her hips pressing against his thighs.
This was already harassment. Lin Mei's eyes widened in anger, and just as she was about to react, the man behind her leaned down and kissed her ear. His sexy voice invaded her eardrums without mercy, "You dance so seductively, Lin Mei."