401: Chapter 390: Truth or Dare 401: Chapter 390: Truth or Dare “Come on, ladies, don’t let our boss drink by himself, he’s the head after all, you should take care of him too,” Li Tang shouted again, and immediately two or three women sat next to Song Yun.
Song Yun helplessly shook his head and said, “Li Tang, if you don’t speak, no one would think you’re mute.
Just drink your wine quietly.”
Although these women didn’t know Song Yun’s real identity, when they arrived, the general manager of Twilight Nightclub had already clued them in that the nightclub’s boss was coming to inspect, and told them to smarten up.
They say Twilight Nightclub had invested eight digits to become the top nightclub in Sunan.
Could the boss behind it be without any background?
These models make a living on their youth, and once aged and no longer beautiful, they become worthless.
Therefore, most models, while young, try to catch a wealthy husband and marry into a rich family.
It’s not that these women are gold-diggers; it’s just the trend—after all, it’s not like the old days when love alone was enough to give up everything and be together.
Nowadays, you need a car, a house, a diamond ring, otherwise, what would the bride eat and drink after marriage?
Can’t just live on tap water and cornbread every day, can you?
Men who say women are gold-diggers or that all women are bitches, either have turbulent love lives and careers, or they lack the qualities that make women want to cling to them, typical sour grapes.
Song Yun wasn’t like that; he respected women, both in everyday life and now.
He always tried not to lose his temper at them.
But goddammit, there should be some boundaries, right?
You can tease me, but you can’t touch me randomly.
Especially after his “little brother” received some unwelcome attention, Song Yun unhappily said, “Ladies, I understand your feelings, but I am a married man.
We’re here to have fun, so let’s not do anything inappropriate, alright?”
Around him, the women couldn’t help but curse inwardly, “Damn, looks like I’m too late.
Such a good catch, and I didn’t land him.”
But this could only stay in their thoughts; outwardly, they still appeared nonchalant.
Since they couldn’t snag Song Yun’s body anymore, why not go for his wallet?
Nowadays, some rich kids loved doing that—splurging in nightclubs, casually promising thousands for a woman’s bag.
“Boss, we’re planning to play a game here, are you joining?” Meng Ku shouted.
“Let’s go, let’s see what game they are playing,” Song Yun said, standing up with a calm smile.
Approaching the table, he saw the group gathered around a spinner—Truth or Dare, the typical nightclub game that not only spices up the atmosphere but also lets men take some advantages.
Just look at the lipstick marks on Wang Hu’s face; you’d know how many women had kissed that bastard.
Song Yun sat on the sofa and said, “You guys are unreliable, drinking so much and still playing this game.
Aren’t you afraid it’ll get out of hand?”
“Haha, I’m not afraid.
Let’s see if this beauty is,” Wu Li said as he placed a woman in a cheongsam on his lap with a laugh, his hands uncertain where they were wandering.
“Hey, play tonight, isn’t Mao Shan getting engaged tomorrow?” Hua Manlou said with a cigarette in his mouth, “Let’s start spinning, and see whose luck is out this time.”
In fact, these martial artists had an advantage in such control-based games.
Not that they could spin it exactly where they wanted, but they always got close, as it turned out with Song Yun this time.
Song Yun held the beer bottle, grinning awkwardly, “Hua Manlou, you still have issues with me, huh?”
“It’s just a game, just a game,” Hua Manlou said with a forced laugh, but was cursing inside—damn it, it’s not like I wanted to turn it to you.
Everyone at this table knows you’re the tough one, I actually wanted to turn it to that bastard Li Tang.
But the others thought Hua Manlou was joking with Song Yun, and they all cheered from the sides.
Since it landed on him, why not just play Truth or Dare?
Pulling a stick from a nearby bottle labeled truth, Song Yun threw it on the table and said, “Alright, start asking questions, but you only get one chance.”
“Have you ever done ‘it’ with your wife?” Li Tang asked with a wiggly eyebrow.
“What’s this and that?”
“You know, sleeping.”
“Of course,” Song Yun said with a mischievous smile.
“I sleep in bed every night, where else could I go?”
“Oh, come on boss, you know that’s not what I meant,” Li Tang said with a mournful look.
“That’s bending the rules, no fair, let me ask another one.”
“Get out of here; it’s your fault for phrasing it poorly,” Song Yun said irritably.
“Play however you want; I’m going out for some air.”
After speaking, Song Yun stood up and walked to the door, while a woman next to Li Tang nudged his arm and asked, “Brother, is that big brother mad?”
“No, he’s just feeling a bit annoyed,” Li Tang replied with a smile.
“Why, seeing my boss upset makes you want to comfort him?
If true, you better hurry and follow him out.”
This woman really wanted to follow, but who knows if Li Tang’s words had a double meaning?
As a social butterfly, she knew some things were appropriate and some were not.
Despite Li Tang’s seemingly carefree demeanor, who knows if it was just an act?
She had seen a fellow model take a casual remark seriously once and ended disastrously; she didn’t want to quit the game before making enough money.
After Song Yun left the room, he watched as the bustling crowd suddenly quieted down.
The general manager, seeing Song Yun’s somewhat lonely silhouette, didn’t dare disturb him and just stood watching from a distance.
Song Yun spaced out for a while, then waved at the nervous general manager as he ran over, “What’s wrong, Brother Song?
Did those girls inside upset you?”
“No, I was just feeling bored, so I came out for a look,” Song Yun said, smiling ruefully.
“It’s really crowded today, we must be making good money.”
“That’s right.
Our club holds five hundred, but we only let in a bit over three hundred,” the general manager said proudly.
“Oh?
Is that so?
I thought the more people, the more money we make.”
“No, if we want our nightclub to be the top in Sunan, it must have its style.
We can’t be overcrowded like other nightclubs.
We aim for comfort and relaxation.
Plus, people always want what they can’t have.
We purposely limit the number, and they just end up wanting to squeeze in more eagerly.”