Several people were eagerly watching Fu Yinxiu, clearly ready to approach him as soon as they had the chance.
"Brother Fu?" Nan Jingheng was surprised to see Fu Yinxiu at his bar. He hadn't expected him to show up.
Fu Yinxiu stopped and saw Nan Jingheng coming out, "Leaving?"
"Yeah," Nan Jingheng nodded. "I just came to check things out. You just arrived?"
Fu Yinxiu nodded and glanced around.
Nan Jingheng's bar was always packed. While other bars might use promotions like free drinks for women to attract female patrons, which in turn drew more men, Nan Jingheng's bar didn't need such tactics.
Many of their acquaintances, including those from high society, came here regularly, knowing it was Nan Jingheng's place. The bar had a reputation for being a well-run establishment where no one dared to cause trouble, thanks to Nan Jingheng's influence.
As a result, the bar attracted a lot of beautiful women looking to meet wealthy men, which in turn brought even more men.
The business was booming, though for Nan Jingheng, the profits were more of a hobby. He, like Yan Beicheng with his hot pot restaurant and Hong Ding, had his reasons for opening the bar. For him, it was a means to gather information and network through his company, Nanyin Media.
"Just you?" Nan Jingheng noticed Fu Yinxiu was alone.
Even his usual assistants, Alpha Guard 1 and Alpha Guard 1, weren't with him.
"Came alone to unwind," Fu Yinxiu replied.
"Come on, I'll get you a private room. It's chaotic out here," Nan Jingheng offered.
"No need," Fu Yinxiu shook his head and looked toward the center of the dance floor.
The music was fast-paced and loud, with a DJ spinning records. The dance floor was packed with people, men and women dancing closely together.
The men wore only shirts, some unbuttoning them as they danced, exposing their chests.
The women wore tight clothing that clung to their bodies like a second skin, accentuating their curves.
Some wore ultra-short skirts, while others wore hot pants that revealed their buttocks.
The low-cut tops swayed with the rhythm, drawing attention with their movements.
The people on the dance floor were confident and fit, their bodies moving sensually to the music. Men pressed close, rubbing against them, but the women didn't seem to mind.
They flashed alluring smiles and cast flirtatious glances at the men they were interested in, enjoying the pulsating lights and energetic atmosphere.
Fu Yinxiu's gaze wandered around the bar. The surroundings were filled with people, both men and women, engaging in flirtatious behavior.
At the bar, couples were testing the waters, making advances, and some were already embracing and kissing. In the dim lighting of the bar, it was as if all the daytime reserve and pretense had been cast aside, replaced by bold, uninhibited displays.
"Set me up a seat in the lounge area," Fu Yinxiu said casually, "I'll join the fun."
Nan Jingheng, though curious about Fu Yinxiu's sudden change, didn't delay and quickly arranged a seat for him. Fu Yinxiu settled into the long sofa, alone.
Soon after, a server brought drinks and snacks. Nan Jingheng had to take a call and left, leaving Fu Yinxiu alone in the lounge area.
Fu Yinxiu's gaze was cold as he observed the passionate encounters around him. He poured himself a glass of Martell and leaned back on the sofa, swirling the drink idly.
Before long, a woman, unable to resist any longer, approached Fu Yinxiu.
"Alone?" she asked as she sat beside him. Her eyes lingered on his long, well-defined fingers, admiring their beauty.
She couldn't help but imagine those hands roaming over her body, feeling a dry mouth from excitement.
Fu Yinxiu looked at her with disdain. The woman's approach was so clichéd that it annoyed him.
The woman flashed an attractive, sensual smile. "May I have a drink?"
Fu Yinxiu's response was indifferent. "As you wish."
Unfazed by his cold demeanor, the woman was confident that Fu Yinxiu, with his captivating looks and presence, was used to attention from women.
Her experience in such environments told her that men like Fu Yinxiu were accustomed to being pursued and didn't take it seriously.
But the more aloof he seemed, the more satisfying it would be to win him over, even if just for a fleeting moment.
With eyes painted in seductive hues, the woman's gaze traveled slowly from Fu Yinxiu's handsome face down to his chest and then lower, unabashedly exploring him with her eyes.
Yet, Fu Yinxiu felt nothing but irritation.
Despite the lively atmosphere and the luxury surrounding him, it paled in comparison to the quiet, warm bedroom of Ming Yutong.
The contrast made the scene before him even less appealing.
The woman, undeterred, poured herself a small glass of Martell, continuing to flirt with Fu Yinxiu.