Watching Chu Yazhi's lips—
Li Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, but he resolutely shook his head.
This woman, mature in body and mind, was an expert in the bedroom.
She was confident enough to make Li Qianfan understand what true gradual progress meant!
"Imperialists are bent on destroying us"—
Li Qianfan didn't want to be boiled alive in warm water.
"Then I'll dance for you."
Chu Yazhi saw that Li Qianfan truly had no intention of using her red lips and immediately changed her strategy.
Dancing was acceptable.
Li Qianfan happened to like watching people dance.
After Li Qianfan nodded, Chu Yazhi immediately got up and quickly walked into the lounge.
Jingle bells—
When Chu Yazhi reappeared, her ankles and wrists were adorned with delicate little bells.
It was obvious she had prepared them.
"This woman is a master at playing people."
Li Qianfan remained vigilant, yet his eyes widened involuntarily.
A lamp like a bean.
A rich fragrance permeated the air.
The bells chimed softly.
Shadows flickered.
Like will-o'-the-wisps.
First in, then out.
First high, then low.
First left, then right.
As if weeping and complaining—
When Li Qianfan woke up in the lounge that morning, he could still clearly remember Chu Yazhi dancing gracefully for him.
The result was dreaming of galloping on horseback across the grasslands.
But that was nothing.
After all, this was a normal reaction for a young man.
He picked up his phone and saw it was seven in the morning.
He had slept soundly.
The door opened.
Chu Yazhi, who had slept on the sofa outside last night, entered, fully dressed.
Her hair was elegantly styled.
She wore a black skirt suit and a white shirt, with black stockings covering her legs and high heels.
She looked capable and efficient, no different from the thirty-something white-collar workers in office buildings.
She held a brand-new set of clothes in her hands, from head to toe, inside and out.
Early in the morning, she had somehow bought clothes for Li Dongfang.
From this perspective, she was a very competent housekeeper.
Just as Li Qianfan was about to pull the blanket over himself—
Never mind, what was there to be embarrassed about?
She was experienced and understood Li Qianfan's current attitude towards her.
She should know very well what she should and should not do.
Li Qianfan was not mistaken.
Chu Yazhi calmly knelt by the bedside and helped him change, saying, "Master, for breakfast, I've prepared scallion pancakes, tea eggs, and millet porridge, which is good for the stomach. I just bought them, and the temperature is just right."
"Mm."
Li Qianfan asked, "Any movement downstairs?"
"Not yet."
Chu Yazhi replied, "But I suspect they might be hiding and observing. Please lift your foot."
Li Qianfan yawned and lifted his left foot. As he placed it on her shoulder, he suddenly heard her murmur as if in a dream: "The quality of this dog food is really high. Zhi Zhi the dog seems eager to devour it."
"Huh?"
Li Qianfan paused.
Chu Yazhi still looked serious, as if she had never said those words.
She acted normally until she went to the washbasin to wash Li Qianfan's dirty clothes.
Li Qianfan thought he might have had auditory hallucinations.
In last night's dream—
He couldn't remember.
While Li Qianfan was eating breakfast, Chu Yazhi shared a new idea with him.
She planned to transform the Blue Night Beauty Club into a place exclusively for women's beauty services, strictly no men allowed.
Not only would it offer regular services like skincare, beauty treatments, massages, and eyebrow and lip tattooing, but it would also hire the most reputable plastic surgery experts for operations.
In addition to these services, apart from card games, foot massages, and hot springs, she wanted to dedicate an entire floor to a women's bar.
The kind where they could dance.
This would attract women who couldn't go to mixed-crowd bars for entertainment due to family disapproval, allowing them to relax here.
In short.
Chu Yazhi intended to make this women's club the most expensive establishment in the provincial capital.
"In any era, women's money is the easiest to earn,"
Chu Yazhi continued, "Of course, I want to change the name of the club as well."
Li Qianfan nodded, "As long as you work diligently and establish your career, I will definitely give you the greatest support. Changing the club's name is also very necessary."
Chu Yazhi's charming eyes fluttered, "How about calling it Master's Women's Club?"
"Nonsense."
Li Qianfan casually said, "Let's call it Zhi Zhi Women's Club."
"Thank you, Master."
Chu Yazhi quickly thanked him, "From now on, you will be the only male allowed free access to Zhi Zhi Women's Club."
Li Qianfan quickly shook his head.
If the club stipulated that men were not allowed, what would it look like for him, a grown man, to come here?
It sounded bad, no matter how you put it.
"You can enter through the back door,"
Chu Yazhi lit a cigarette for him and said, "When you're bored, you can come and play with the pets and feed them some dog food."
Li Qianfan didn't know what to say.
Chu Yazhi feigned ignorance, "Master, did I say something wrong?"
"Do you think I would like a bitch?"
Li Qianfan replied coldly.
Chu Yazhi's body trembled immediately, and fear quickly surfaced in her eyes.
"That's enough. Go down and take a look first."
After reprimanding her appropriately, Li Qianfan changed the subject, "If everything is as we predicted, come back and call me. I'll return to the auction venue as your secretary. The Lan family members will definitely recognize me. I won't need to say anything, and they'll know what to do."
Playing secretary for Chu Yazhi and making a brief appearance was Li Qianfan's final warning to the Lan family.
In fact, he could have resolved the issue with a phone call.
But he didn't want to do it that way.
Such a warning would have little impact.
Chu Yazhi immediately understood and nodded repeatedly.
After she left, Li Qianfan stood by the window, overlooking the parking lot below, and sighed with a troubled frown, "Ah, these troubles. Well, I need to go out and buy something to use at the auction."
At precisely nine o'clock.
A white luxury car slowly drove into the club's parking lot.
Lan Min, who had been waiting at the entrance of the lobby, immediately put on an obsequious smile and hurried down the steps.
The car stopped.
Before the female driver could get out, Lan Min opened the rear door and bent down, "Ms. Bai, you're here."
A slender high-heeled shoe wrapped in black silk slowly emerged from the car.
Just seeing this black silk-clad leg made Lan Min feel inferior.
A series of information immediately surfaced in her mind.
Bai Ziyan—
The eldest granddaughter of the Bai family, the foremost of the three prominent families in Tiandong.
Currently 23 years old, unmarried, known as the most beautiful woman in the provincial capital.
She had a gentle and virtuous personality, was knowledgeable and sensible, and was proficient in everything from playing chess and calligraphy to painting and flower arrangement, and tea ceremony. The idiom "daughter of a distinguished family" seemed to have been invented for her, hence her nickname "Tiandong's Number One Lady."
Moreover, at a young age, she was the general manager of Ziyan Technology, a subsidiary of Donglai Group (a Bai family enterprise).
The number of young talents pursuing her could fill the streets from the provincial capital to the seaside.
Generational heirs from prominent families such as Lan Yunhai of the Lan family and Du Yingjun of the Du family were also among her admirers.
Unfortunately—
"Despite being almost flawless, Bai Ziyan is a lesbian."
After thinking this, Lan Min, who already felt inferior just by seeing Bai Ziyan's leg, straightened her back considerably.
Click.
With another soft sound, Bai Ziyan's right foot in the high heel gently landed as she emerged from the car.
Lan Min, who was slightly bowing to welcome her out of the car, immediately saw her right foot stagger slightly after landing.
"Could Bai Ziyan's right foot be injured?"
Lan Min's heart stirred, and she quickly offered her hand to help her, "Ms. Bai, be careful."
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