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As soon as they entered, someone led the two of them to a private room.
When the heavy door opened, the male models that Shu had requested were already ready. Each one had golden hair and blue eyes, standing over six feet tall. Among them were a few with East Asian features, all dressed in revealing outfits that showcased their chiseled abs, wearing black pants secured with belts. The defined muscles were accentuated, creating a palpable tension in the air.
Yun suddenly felt anxious; there were too many men, and she had a fear of men. Noticing Yun's discomfort, Shu decided to keep two of the East Asian men behind while sending the others away.
Shu wore a red dress with sleeves on either side, leaving her back exposed to the air. A large bow cinched her waist, easily loosened with a gentle tug. The dress featured a high slit design, and she casually sat with one long leg crossed over the other, revealing her long legs.
With her arms crossed and speaking in English, she asked, "Can you dance?" The two men nodded; they didn't seem very skilled but looked like they were willing to try.
"Then let's do a striptease," Shu said. Yun's eyes widened in surprise as she grabbed Shu's arm. Shu reassured her, "It's okay; they won't take it all off."
The two men hesitated upon hearing this, biting their lips shyly, their gazes almost flirtatious and undeniably tempting.
"Then no stripping it is?" one of them suggested softly.
A foreign Black man passing by caught sight of the scene through a small square window and instinctively gasped. He immediately reported back to Cheng Zhou.
Cheng Zhou and Jiang Shiyu emerged from the restaurant lobby just as a man was leaving. Cheng Zhou checked his phone; it had been on silent for several seconds without anyone answering his calls.
He turned to Jiang Shiyu and extended his hand. "So we’re allies now."
Jiang Shiyu glanced at his hand dismissively, stuffing his hands into his pockets with an air of nonchalance. "Who said we’re allies? I invested money; you’re my boss."
Cheng Zhou squinted slightly and chuckled softly.
The two parted ways; they were staying at different hotels. Cheng Zhou pulled out his phone and saw three or four missed calls. Just as he was about to dial back, another call came through.
"Get over here quickly; we’re picking more men," came the clumsy Chinese on the other end, causing Cheng Zhou to furrow his brow in annoyance.
After hanging up the phone, she opened WeChat and saw that he had already sent his location.
She knew Yun was definitely there. He turned around and followed Jiang Shiyu into a taxi.
Jiang Shiyu remained silent, her brows slightly raised as if asking what he wanted.
Yun was busy selecting male models, and he was concise in his responses.
Sitting up straight, he shook off his lazy demeanor.
By the time they arrived at the club, the informant, a Black man, had been waiting at the entrance for quite some time. He had the authority to take them directly inside.
As soon as they got out of the car, Jiang Shiyu exuded an ominous aura; her steps were no longer leisurely but purposeful as she strode forward.
Paul stopped them and kindly suggested, "Why not buy a piece of clothing next door? It might come in handy."
Cheng Zhou understood, his cold demeanor intensifying. When he saw Jiang Shiyu selecting a jacket, it seemed she realized something.
But it was summer; there weren’t many heavy clothes available.
Jiang Shiyu paid extra for a coat, and the owner quickly fetched an outdated trench coat from the back that had been unsold for years, eager to make a sale. They settled the bill without waiting for change and hurried inside.
Shu and a few of her girlfriends had also arrived. Each one was stunning, with blonde hair and blue eyes; they picked out a few people according to their preferences.
They were having fun, directly embracing each other to drink together.
Shu then had the two men dance to entertain everyone. After their performance, both were sweating profusely and panting, their abs subtly visible as they moved. Yun felt his ears flush with embarrassment and quietly swallowed hard.
Shu called the two men over to drink. One of them approached Yun with a drink in hand, sitting beside him. His English was somewhat awkward; his accent suggested he was Korean.
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