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When Ren Long saw Mo Ming, there was no smile on his face; instead, he felt a slight disgust and couldn't help but snort coldly.
Mo Ming noticed Ren Long's attitude and felt somewhat helpless. However, since the other party disliked him, there was no need for him to force himself into a friendly relationship. Let him hate.
Lin Yuan'er used Mo Ming as a shield, which was perfectly reasonable. After all, Mo Ming was her legal husband. If someone was bothering her, it made sense to use Mo Ming as a barrier.
Poor Mo Ming attracted the hatred of countless men every day. Well, let them hate; he took it lightly and decided to just play games instead. After all, he wasn't a rich man; he didn't need everyone to like him.
Regardless of Lin Yuan'er being by his side, constantly displaying various charms—serving tea and pouring water, occasionally saying a word or two—Mo Ming would respond from time to time but remained focused on his game.
The day passed like this. After work, Mo Ming and Murong Lian first went home to change clothes before driving to Dream Night Club.
At this time, the night was dark, and Nanhua City was bustling with life, filled with bright lights and lively scenes.
When they arrived at Dream Night Club, there were only a few people in the large venue. As Murong Lian and Mo Ming walked in, the few people inside stopped their karaoke competition upon seeing them.
The man holding the microphone quickly approached and handed it to Murong Lian. "President Mu, you're here! We were just competing to see who sings better. Would you like to join us?"
Murong Lian smiled and waved her hand. "Forget it; I can't sing well and might scare you all. You should sing; I'll just listen. Tonight, don't hold back—have fun!"
"Alright then," the man said no more and returned to continue playing.
"Ha! I didn't expect the famous Miss Murong to be unable to sing. Shouldn't Miss Murong be beautiful with an equally beautiful voice?" Mo Ming scoffed. He didn't know if Murong Lian truly couldn't sing, but her voice was indeed captivating.
"Shut up! If I don't want to sing, I won't sing. What business is it of yours? Are you my mother or my husband?" Murong Lian shot him a glare and said, "How about you sing a bit? I'd like to see what qualifications you have to mock others."
Unexpectedly, the words Mo Ming had said to Murong Lian before were now being thrown back at him. He truly didn't expect that Murong Lian could hold a grudge like this.
"Fine! I'll sing! Just wait; I'll show you something! Back when I was in the army..." Mo Ming almost let it slip but quickly changed his words: "When I was in my prime, I was a karaoke god! So many girls had crushes on me because of that; I can't even count them."
"Oh? A karaoke god? Then I'll see what kind of girl would fall for someone with your pig-like voice," Murong Lian teased. "How about you give us a sample now? There are few people here anyway; if it's bad, it won't be embarrassing!"
"I will only sing once everyone is here," Mo Ming said with a mischievous grin. "After all, there are plenty of beauties in our company. Who knows, I might even win the heart of one of them. It would be a great way to show off my singing skills and gain the favor of a lovely lady—killing two birds with one stone, right?"
"Ha, dream on! Just wait and see; when there are more people around, I want to see what you do!" Murong Lian replied before gracefully walking away, seemingly uninterested in continuing the banter with Mo Ming. Mo Ming clicked his tongue and moved to sit down on the other side; after all, the room was spacious enough!
After sitting for a while, the door was pushed open, and it wasn't an employee who entered but a flamboyantly dressed woman. Her low-cut top showcased her impressive figure, while her extremely short shorts left little to the imagination about her smooth, curvy legs. With a flirtatious expression, she swayed her alluring waist as she approached Mo Ming and said sweetly, "Oh my, this young man is quite handsome! I am O Mama from Dream Night Club. What brings you here all alone on such a long night?"
"Well, you certainly know how to flatter someone. It's rare for someone to recognize my extraordinary handsomeness," Mo Ming replied, enjoying the compliment. "So tell me, how should I spend this long night?"
"At least with a beauty in your arms, right?" O Mama smiled. "As luck would have it, there's a girl who just started out tonight. She's quite stunning! If it weren't for your good looks, I wouldn't let her perform for you. As long as you're willing to pay the price, she's all yours."
"Are you saying I need to find someone suitable on my first night?" Mo Ming pondered. "Then O Mama, even if I have to pay, I need to see her first. If she's a celestial beauty, then it'll be sky-high prices; if she's decent-looking, then it'll be average prices; but if she's just ordinary, then it'll be regular rates."
"Good point! She's right outside; I'll have her come in so you can take a look." O Mama turned to the door and called out loudly, "Ruolin, hurry in and show yourself to the guest!"
After a while, a girl dressed like a student walked in shyly, nervously tugging at her school skirt as if she wanted to tear it apart. She lowered her head so that Mo Ming couldn't see her face.
However, men typically admire women based on three criteria: first is their legs and waist; second is their bosom; and third is their overall beauty. Generally speaking, women with beautiful legs tend not to look bad overall.
Mo Ming noticed the girl's legs—full but not fat—and they were perfectly proportioned. Those beautiful legs were captivating enough to stir one's heart. The curves of her chest were also impressive; even without seeing her face, Mo Ming guessed she must be beautiful.
"Her figure isn't bad at all; I just can't see her face since she's looking down. Lift your head so I can take a look," Mo Ming said as he assessed the girl. "As long as you look decent enough, you'll be mine for tonight."
"O Mama, why isn't Ruolin lifting her head for the guest to see?"
O Mama said several times, but Ruolin remained unresponsive and kept her head down. Seeing the money slipping away from her grasp made O Mama anxious. She quickly moved beside Ruolin and tried to persuade her with a few words. However, Ruolin still refused to comply. In desperation, O Mama had no choice but to physically lift Ruolin's lowered head.
Reluctantly allowing O Mama to pull her up, Ruolin revealed innocent big eyes that sparkled with tears as if they were about to overflow—perhaps because it was her first time doing something like this and she felt nervous.
The moment she lifted her head, Mo Ming froze; his playful expression turned serious as he stared intently at the girl without uttering a word, lost in thought.
"You all get out of here; we don't need any escort girls!" Murong Lian angrily approached upon noticing the situation with Mo Ming and said firmly: "Mo Ming, if you want this kind of thing, go spend your own money on it. You have a Gold Card and plenty of cash; there's no need for you to engage in such disgraceful activities here."
"Hey, miss, aren't you being a bit too nosy?" O Mama looked Murong Lian up and down, chuckling, "Are you trying to make a move on this gentleman? What a shame, looking so beautiful and doing such things..."
Slap...
Upon hearing this, Murong Lian's expression darkened. She swung her hand and slapped O Mama, coldly saying, "Your mouth is filthy; consider this slap a gift. This private room is mine, so get out of here quickly. You are not welcome; otherwise, don't expect to stay here!"
"You little whore, how dare you hit me?"
With the commotion, the music abruptly stopped, and several male staff members rushed into the private room.
"President Mu, what happened?"
O Mama, who had initially wanted to retaliate, instantly realized she had offended a wealthy patron. She could only swallow her frustration and forced a smile, "I'm sorry; I spoke too carelessly. Please don't be angry; I'll leave right away. Just let me off this time."
Murong Lian was filled with rage and pointed at the door, shouting, "I don't want to see you! Get out immediately!"
"Alright, I'm leaving now." O Mama knew she couldn't afford to offend her further and quickly complied with Murong Lian's wishes, dragging Ruolin along to leave.
"Wait!" Mo Ming, who had been stunned, stood up and grabbed Ruolin.
Ruolin was clearly startled and tried to pull her hand away, but Mo Ming held on tighter.
"How much for this girl? I want to buy her freedom. Just tell me how much," Mo Ming said to O Mama in a calm tone that concealed his underlying anger.
"But..." O Mama hesitated. She glanced at the frowning Murong Lian and then said, "Forget it; I won't do this business anymore. Ruolin, let's go."
However, Mo Ming tightened his grip on the girl's hand and refused to let go.
"I asked how much for her freedom?"
After a moment of hesitation, O Mama's greed took over. She bit her lip and decided to take the risk; after all, she could always switch to another nightclub to earn money. She replied, "Alright then, I need five hundred thousand. If you're willing to pay that amount, Ruolin will be yours."
"Well, aren't you asking for a bit much?" Mo Ming said with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. "I'll only give thirty thousand. Tonight, whether you sell her or not, this girl is mine."
As soon as Mo Ming finished speaking, everyone present was stunned, including the girl Ruolin. She stared at Mo Ming with wide, watery eyes full of surprise. Even if she still had her virginity, it couldn't possibly be worth that much, could it?
"Mo Ming, do you even have any shame? Do you want everyone to laugh at you? For someone who's selling herself, you're actually offering thirty thousand to redeem her? Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" Murong Lian felt like she was about to explode with anger. After spending a few days together, she thought she had misunderstood Mo Ming's actions at the airport, but now Mo Ming's behavior proved that he was truly shameless.
"I'm afraid thirty thousand isn't enough to redeem her. You have to know that girls as pure as she is are the favorites of those rich men. They would easily spend tens of thousands on her. Thirty thousand might not even last a month before she earns it back for me."
When Ruolin was originally bought, it cost one hundred thousand. However, O Mama saw how much Mo Ming liked the girl and insisted on fifty thousand, hoping to make a big profit off him. But she didn't understand Mo Ming well enough.
"Well, now it's only twenty thousand," Mo Ming smiled lightly. "You'd better not say anything more; otherwise, you won't get a single penny, and this girl will still belong to me. Just watch; I have the ability to make it happen."
"Fine, thirty thousand it is then. Consider me unlucky tonight for running into a plague," O Mama said hurriedly. Hearing Mo Ming's cold words made her feel a sudden fear and she dared not haggle anymore.
"I said twenty thousand," Mo Ming's voice grew colder.
"Alright, twenty thousand it is. Just give me the money quickly," O Mama said reluctantly, genuinely afraid of Mo Ming.
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