The next day.
Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling spent the whole day in the hotel, neither of them leaving, to avoid their whereabouts being exposed.
By seven in the evening.
"Hmm, quite good."
Wan Yunting was dressed in branded white clothing. After putting on the disguise mask made by Flying Leg, though not as handsome as his original self, he was still very handsome.
"But why do I feel a little strange?"
Niu Qiuling, who had just come out of the room, had transformed into a网红 face. She was also wearing an orange strapless dress that perfectly showcased her impressive figure, making her look sexy and charming...
"Strange? It's not strange..."
Wan Yunting's gaze was fixed on Niu Qiuling. The fitted dress outlined her slender, wasp-like waist. The ultra-short, tight skirt had a slit on the left thigh, revealing a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs. The only flaw was a scar on her right knee, but it didn't detract from her overall great figure...
"Where are your eyes looking?"
Noticing the scoundrel's untoward gaze, Niu Qiuling covered herself with her hand and glared at Wan Yunting, "Did you deliberately make me dress like this?"
"Ahem."
Wan Yunting, his ulterior motive exposed, coughed lightly without embarrassment and chuckled, "What do you mean deliberately? This is for the role!"
"Tonight, I'm a rich second-generation from China, and you are my ma... bah, my girlfriend, understand?"
Hearing the scoundrel call her girlfriend, Niu Qiuling's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her eyes looked at him sideways with confusion, "Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Wan Yunting smiled, went up to fix her wig, and his eyes strayed again, wishing he could pluck them out and throw them into a ditch...
"Alright, perfect."
Looking at Niu Qiuling with a serious expression, Wan Yunting smiled, "We are a perfect match."
"Tch, you're crazy..."
Although Niu Qiuling knew the scoundrel was lying, it still made her heart flutter and her face blush. Fortunately, she was wearing a disguise mask, so her blush wasn't visible...
After they were dressed, they left the hotel together. Niu Qiuling naturally linked her arm with Wan Yunting's. It wasn't the first time they had disguised themselves in such roles.
"Boss Wan..."
Flying Leg, waiting at the hotel entrance in a luxury car, was playing the role of a driver tonight.
"Tsk, didn't I tell you, I'm called Young Master Zhong now!"
Wan Yunting glared at Flying Leg. He had given himself a new identity: Zhong Xingwen.
"Yes, yes, Young Master Zhong."
Flying Leg didn't react immediately. He let the two of them get into the car. Niu Qiuling turned her head and asked, "Then what's my name?"
"You."
Wan Yunting's eyes drifted to Niu Qiuling's chest again, and he smirked, "Let's call you Xiong Dada."
"Go to hell."
Niu Qiuling's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she raised her hand to hit him, but Wan Yunting dodged it, "Don't move around, you're wearing a mask."
"Hurry up and give me a proper name," Niu Qiuling huffed indignantly.
"Let me think..."
Wan Yunting put on a thinking pose, and after a moment, he chuckled, "How about Wang Li Ting!" (谐音往里停 - 'want to stop inside'!)
"Wang Li Ting? One of my high school classmates is also named Li Ting, but her surname is Li!" Upon hearing the name, Niu Qiuling was delighted, completely unaware of the homophone meaning, and said happily.
"Is that so? Are you still in contact with that classmate? Is she pretty? Is she well-endowed..." Wan Yunting asked with a mischievous smile, eager to know.
"Get lost, we don't keep in touch anymore."
Niu Qiuling shot the scoundrel a fierce glare, still immersed in the name Wang Li Ting, "This name is good. I didn't expect you to be good at naming things."
"Naturally."
Wan Yunting was smug, but he was laughing hysterically inside.
"If that Brother Bao is really related to Young Master Leng, what are you going to do?" Niu Qiuling brought the conversation back to the main topic.
Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes, revealing two sharp glints, and said coldly, "If that Brother Bao is his person, then I'll destroy them!"
Niu Qiuling was stunned. She turned and looked at him blankly, falling silent. She knew that Young Master Leng was the murderer of his parents!
Soon, Flying Leg drove them to the entrance of a luxuriously decorated bar on Xigong Street in Huzhiming City and stopped by the roadside. Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling alighted from the Bentley luxury car, immediately attracting the attention of a group of men and women at the bar entrance...
Their roles were that of wealthy individuals, so Wan Yunting had Flying Leg rent a Bentley Mulsanne from somewhere. Although luxury cars were often seen in Huzhiming City, they usually appeared in high-end clubs.
This Xigong bar, however, was not considered very high-end, just decent. A row of luxury cars and sports cars were also parked at the entrance.
Therefore, seeing this Bentley Mulsanne, everyone knew that the people getting out were definitely rich, and moreover, Chinese!
After all, there is a distinction between Chinese and Vietnamese people, especially when Wan Yunting was tall and handsome; locals could easily identify him as Chinese.
"Flying Leg, you don't need to follow. Just keep watch outside," Wan Yunting said, deliberately holding a Cuban cigar.
"Okay, notify me immediately if anything happens."
Flying Leg nodded, got back into the car, and drove it to the other side to wait by the bar next door.
"Let's go."
Wan Yunting looked at Niu Qiuling beside him. The woman rolled her eyes at him, but naturally linked her arm with his, adopting the guise of a vain and flirtatious woman. After all, she had played such roles before...
Wan Yunting also put on an arrogant and condescending expression, sweeping his gaze dismissively over the men and women at the bar entrance. Holding a cigar, he swaggered into the bar with Niu Qiuling.
The bar was spacious, with a large dance floor and a DJ booth where several professional, sexy DJs were grooving to the pulsating music, their bosoms heaving. Simultaneously, on elevated platforms on both sides of the dance floor, there were atmosphere groups performing energetic dances, such as pole dancing. No wonder this place was a paradise for men.
Compared to the strict crackdowns on vice in China, countries like Vietnam were more lenient. Even gray businesses were legal, so the atmosphere girls there were incredibly sexy and fiery...
However, Wan Yunting, who had seen his fair share of grand scenes, was naturally not attracted by such minor displays. He took Niu Qiuling on a tour of the bar and then chose a seat close to the dance floor.
Niu Qiuling picked up a table light and waved it at a waiter. A young man scurried over. Wan Yunting asked in English, "What's your most expensive liquor?"
The bar waiters all knew English. One of them replied, "Sir, our most expensive liquor is Louis Roederer Cristal Champagne, priced at 36,000 US dollars!"
"Then bring me two bottles."
Wan Yunting, with his cigar still in his mouth, casually placed his legs on the table and swung them, exuding an air of being the wealthiest person in the place, waving his hand generously at the waiter.
Upon hearing that the customer wanted two bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal Champagne right away, the waiter's eyes lit up. He immediately called the manager to inform him about Wan Yunting ordering two bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal Champagne.
The manager immediately greeted Wan Yunting warmly and then waved his hand, signaling the waiters to arrange for the wine to be served...
After all, ordering two bottles of wine worth $36,000 at once made him the most extravagant customer in the entire venue. Thus, the manager immediately arranged for the atmosphere group, and the DJ on stage, holding a microphone, shouted in English, "The gentleman at table number 89 has ordered two bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal Champagne."
"Wow..."
The surrounding customers immediately turned their heads to look at Wan Yunting and his companion at table number 89. Especially the women present, their eyes were glowing green as they stared intently at Wan Yunting, who was clearly a tycoon.