Zhao Lingxia ordered red wine for Zhao Xiyin, then casually pointed and said, "Take whichever one you like." Then she went outside to answer the phone.
Zhao Xiyin sat upright on the sofa, staring wide-eyed at a row of handsome men in front of her. Objectively speaking, they were of excellent quality, diverse in style, and comprehensive in every aspect. They portrayed everything from domineering CEOs and scholarly types to muscular men and boy-next-door types. They could convincingly portray any role without being greasy, which was quite rare.
Zhao Xiyin smiled awkwardly at them, scratched her ear, and lowered her head, her face flushed.
The first man to speak to her upon entering was the Armani CEO, who smiled gently and reassured her, "It's alright, Ms. Zhao. You pick one, and then we can head to the next event."
Zhao Xiyin, her back drenched in sweat like a fiery sunset, pointed haphazardly and said, "Then, it's you."
After the main force withdrew, the air pressure dropped by half.
The CEO sat down next to her and smiled warmly, "Don't be nervous, don't feel pressured, and there's no rush. Is it stuffy in here? If so, you can go back to your room."
Zhao Xiyin shook her head vigorously, "No, no, no."
"It's alright, relax." The CEO had a handsome face with a pert nose and thick, sword-like eyebrows; he was truly pleasing to the eye. He said, "Are you hungry? If so, I'll go for a walk with you."
Zhao Xiyin looked up. "They offer this service?"
The other person smiled and said, "Of course, I'll be with Miss Zhao all night. Don't be shy about what I want you to do, how I want you to do it, or how long I want you to do it. It's my job, and I'm very professional. I'll make you feel comfortable and happy."
Half an hour later, laughter could be heard faintly in the private room, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
"Did you really get your eyebrows done?" Zhao Xiyin pointed with her index finger. "Where did you get them done? The craftsman's skills are quite good."
"Well, actually my eyebrows are quite thin, which doesn't quite fit the CEO persona, so the guests aren't satisfied."
"What kind of persona do you think the CEO has?" Zhao Xiyin asked casually, resting her chin on her hand.
"Be more imposing, more domineering, more aloof, and more skilled."
Zhao Xiyin laughed so hard she bent over backwards, leaning back in her chair, her eyes sparkling.
The door was kicked open at that moment; Zhou Qishen kicked it so hard that several layers of debris shattered from the carved door. His face was grim, and his gaze was fixed on Zhao Xiyin, like a sword coated with gunpowder.
The CEO's eyes lit up, and he pointed at Zhou Qishen, saying, "Someone like him."
Zhao Xiyin was stunned at first, but upon hearing this, she suppressed a laugh and turned her head away.
Perhaps because the private room was dimly lit, and the angle was against the light, it was difficult to see the other person's expression clearly. The CEO naturally assumed that Zhou Qishen was a colleague and asked in a very friendly manner, "Hello, you've come to the wrong place. This lady is for my service."
Zhou Qishen kicked him immediately, furious, "You don't get to provide service!"
The male CEO, displaying strong professional ethics, blocked Zhao Xiyin's path, saying, "We all work at the same club, sir. Please have some self-respect and earn your commission based on your own abilities, okay?"
"I can't take it anymore!" Zhao Xiyin chuckled, amused, and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Which side are you on? I didn't mention you."
Zhou Qishen's face darkened.
"Competitive job application, what can you do? Can you do pole dancing? No talent? If you have no talent, how am I supposed to remember who you are?"
Zhou Qishen kicked the fruit platter and wine glasses off the table. He stepped on the shards of glass, which crunched like ice crystals on a snowy day. "Who am I? I'm the top star here!" he yelled, pointing at the male CEO and grinding his teeth. "Where did you get this fake CEO? Get the hell out of here!"
Then he grabbed Zhao Xiyin's arm fiercely and forcefully, "The top courtesan will serve you. The top courtesan can do everything. If I don't serve you so well tonight, I'll change my surname to yours!"
Zhou Qishen didn't care whether she was in pain or not, and angrily dragged her out of the private room.
Author's Note: Today I'm recommending a sweet romance novel set in the entertainment industry by Su Qianqian. Search for the title: "Hey, I'll Promote You." The synopsis is as follows:
As a former leader of a popular girl group, Cui Chuyi, who has fallen to the status of a struggling, obscure singer, is asked by netizens every day whether she has retired from the entertainment industry. However, as the questions continue, netizens have noticed something strange—
Why is Miss Cui becoming more and more popular?
Damn it, why am I starting to like her more and more?
In response, Choi Chu-yi calmly stated:
"I don't want to be famous either, but my talent won't allow it."
Most importantly—
My boyfriend would never allow it _(:з」∠)_
A sweet and refreshing romance novel, sweeter than watermelon.
Chapter 46 Tonight's Dream is Cold (3)
Tonight, my dreams are cold. (3)
Falling leaves herald autumn, the moon veiled in a light mist—this should have been a beautiful night.
Zhou Qishen dragged Zhao Xiyin from the private room to the corridor, and they ended up in an empty room without really understanding what was going on. He then threw her onto the sofa, slammed his hand on the door, shutting out the light and sound from the outside world.
Zhao Xiyin was so stunned by his throw that she was seeing stars. Before she could recover, Zhou Qishen leaned in close and bent down again.
With his left hand restraining her from moving, he reached for his shirt collar with his right hand, and with a tug and a pull, the black tie flowed down her neck like a narrow, flowing stream, obediently wrapping around Zhou Qishen's fingers.
"What are you doing? Ouch!" Zhao Xiyin cried out in pain, "Zhou Qishen, you bastard!"
Zhou Qishen tied her up tightly with his tie, and not satisfied, he tied a knot that was impossible to untie. Finally, he sat back on the sofa by the door, crossed his legs, lit a match, and silently smoked amidst the swirling smoke.
The room was dark, and the light filtering in from outside was dim, subtly enveloping Zhou Qishen. Zhou Qishen's features were already striking, and the soft light accentuated their definition. Two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his sharp collarbones and slightly protruding Adam's apple.
He squinted slightly in the firelight, his gaze sharp and cool as he focused on her.
Zhao Xiyin, her hands bound by a tie, struggled to get up. The contrast between her stillness and her movement was particularly humiliating. Finally standing, she ran to Zhou Qishen and kicked him hard, yelling, "You pervert! Let me go!"
Zhou Qishen's injured leg was still hurting, but this girl was ruthless, and every blow she struck was meant to kill.