Chapter 20: V-Clan

“Didn't you say you weren't doing part-time jobs anymore?”

A weekend afternoon.

Looking at Jiang Chen, who was about to head out again, Li Shao felt a sense of doubt.

“You guys know how it is. Manager Chen has always taken good care of me. He called me a few days ago asking for some help; I can't exactly refuse, can I?”

“Repaying kindness, Brother Chen, you're doing the right thing.”

Bai Zheli, who was watching an American TV show, adjusted his glasses and swiveled his computer chair. “But it looks like it’s going to rain tonight. Brother Chen, you’d better bring an umbrella.”

Jiang Chen glanced at the sky outside the balcony. The light was indeed dim, dark clouds were floating, and the wind was quite strong.

“I'm off.”

He found an umbrella, said goodbye to Li Shao and Bai Zheli, and left the dormitory.

Luo Peng wasn't around; who knows where he had gone to enjoy himself this time.

Since it was the weekend, there weren't many people on campus. Braving the cold wind, Jiang Chen walked out of the school gates and instinctively headed toward the bus stop. It wasn't until he reached the stop that he realized what he was doing, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

Some habits really aren't something you can change overnight.

People called him a billionaire, but currently, he was a trillionaire!

Would it be a bit too pathetic for a trillionaire to take the bus?

However, since he was already at the stop, Jiang Chen didn't think about calling a taxi again.

After all, given the traffic conditions in Donghai, taking the bus wasn't much slower than taking a cab.

While waiting for the bus, a light drizzle began to fall.

Watching the raindrops dripping down the shelter, Jiang Chen drifted into a slight trance.

In the past, to support his studies and to try his best to provide a better life for Ai Qian, he would wait for the bus here whenever he didn't have class, heading off to various part-time jobs.

The V-派 (V-派) Music Club, where Manager Chen worked, was one of them.

Before the ten trillion yuan "simp fund" hit his account, he had already worked at V-派 for nearly half a year. Whenever he occasionally asked for time off, Manager Chen would be accommodating and rarely said much.

Times had changed, and he no longer needed to work this hard, but as a person, he believed in repaying kindness.

The people waiting for the bus began to crowd toward the edge of the platform. Jiang Chen knew the bus was coming; he picked up his umbrella and, just as he had countless times before, moved toward the spot where the bus would pull up.

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V-派 Music Club.

Located in the heart of the bustling downtown area.

Unlike ordinary KTVs, this place followed a high-end route. It wouldn't be strange at all to spend a hundred or two hundred thousand in a single night here.

Setting aside the decor, one could see the standard just from the security configuration. The indoor security guards were all dressed in black with earpieces, broad-shouldered and sturdy, with resolute faces comparable to "cool-type" leading men.

By the time Jiang Chen arrived, it was past seven o'clock. Due to the weather, it had already grown dark outside.

“Xiao Jiang, quick, change your clothes.”

The manager of V-派 was surnamed Chen, full name Chen Kai, in his thirties. Although he was just a manager, V-派 brought him a monthly income of over six figures. In the context of the entire Great Donghai, it might not be much, but for an ordinary college student, he was definitely a successful person.

At least, for the former Jiang Chen, he absolutely was.

However, Chen Kai was a good person; he was very kind to his employees and didn't carry much of an air of authority, which was why Jiang Chen had been able to work there for so long.

Of course.

The wages here were also high.

Even as a part-timer, he made two hundred and fifty a day.

Working as a waiter elsewhere wouldn't yield such high income.

Jiang Chen walked familiarly to the changing room, put his umbrella away, and changed into the small suit that represented the waitstaff. Like before, he skillfully began his work of serving tea and wine.

Private Room 208.

Its area was unrivaled in V-派.

It could accommodate as many as thirty people.

Naturally.

The price was exorbitant.

To book this room, the minimum consumption started at one hundred thousand.

“Young Master Liang, your brother is a step late. I'll punish myself with three drinks. Happy birthday, Young Master Liang!”

At this moment, the atmosphere inside Room 208 was at its peak. Over twenty handsome men and beautiful women were clinking glasses in a scene of luxury and decadence.

As the absolute protagonist of the night, Liang Zhenlun was flushed with excitement and high spirits.

“Thanks to everyone for coming. I'll toast you all.”

“You're too kind, Young Master Liang!”

Some of those present were students from Dongda, but most were Liang Zhenlun's friends from outside the school.

The women were uniformly beautiful, each looking like an internet celebrity.

And the men were, without exception, wealthy.

“Brother Liang, where's your lady? Why didn't she come?”

One of them brought up the one topic that shouldn't have been mentioned.

Liang Zhenlun's smile froze slightly. Naturally, he was unwilling to mention that unpleasant matter. He laughed it off and said, “She’s feeling a bit unwell, so I told her to rest well at school. Don't worry about her; let's just enjoy ourselves.”

V-派 had "princesses"—models by standard—but young masters like Liang Zhenlun were naturally not so cheap as to spend money on women in such a place.

The girls they had invited—which one of them wasn't a goddess in the eyes of poor people?

Ever since that argument, Liang Zhenlun hadn't contacted Ai Qian again. He didn't answer calls or reply to messages; it was what girls often called "cold violence."

He hadn't even considered whether to break up yet, but for this birthday, he hadn't notified Ai Qian at all. The so-called "unwellness" was merely an excuse he had made up.

“Brother Liang, it's been a long time since I've seen you. How about I toast you?”

A girl with wine-red hair leaned toward Liang Zhenlun, holding a glass of amber liquid. In such bad weather, she was wearing only a black camisole, exposing large patches of fair skin; she had intentionally left her jacket on the sofa when she stood up.

“Lancôme Miracle. You have taste.”

As a playboy, Liang Zhenlun was naturally an expert at dealing with women. He took a deep breath of the faint fragrance wafting from her and said with a wicked smile, “Drinking is fine, but if we're going to do it this way, there are certain rules to follow...”

“Then how does Brother Liang want to drink?”

The girl asked timidly, but her eyes were staring straight at Liang Zhenlun—a classic case of playing hard to get.

“Haha, is that even a question? Ning'er, it's Young Master Liang's birthday today. No matter what, you have to share a cup of cross-cupped wine with him!”

The people around him began to jeer.

“Right, a cross-cupped wine!”

The girl called Ning'er had a flushed face and lowered her head shyly. “Then it depends on whether Brother Liang is willing.”

Liang Zhenlun was not a man lacking in romantic flair. Moreover, this Zhao Ning'er had flirted with him before; if he hadn't gone after Ai Qian later, he would have had her long ago.

“Then let's do it.”

Liang Zhenlun took the initiative. He reached forward with his glass while his other hand unceremoniously wrapped around her soft waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

A scent of perfume hit his nose.

The sensation was wonderful.

“Brother Liang, you're bad!”

Zhao Ning'er, feeling a slight ache in her chest, bit her lip reproachfully and gave Liang Zhenlun a charming, coquettish glance.

Ignoring everyone else, Liang Zhenlun pulled her even tighter against him and lowered his head. “Then, do you like that I'm bad?”

Zhao Ning'er avoided the question and moved her wine glass.

“Drink!”

“Okay, drink!”

With their bodies pressed close and arms entwined, the two shared a cross-cupped wine in full view of the crowd.

“Good!”

In such a morally bankrupt scene, the people in the room didn't find it wrong; on the contrary, they cheered loudly.

Alcohol is the medium of lust.

Setting the glasses aside, looking at this flirtatious, beautiful face so close to him—the blinking eyelashes, the moist red lips, and the partially visible tongue—Liang Zhenlun felt a surge of heat throughout his body. His primal animal instincts erupted like a volcano, and he could no longer restrain himself. He lowered his head, about to bite down.

*Bang.*

But at that exact moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

(End of Chapter)