Chapter 52: The Tyrant's Rampage

  Charge ahead, keep charging. Smash your votes and take down the front-running White Gold Titanium Gold. Will Ning Houxiang have a chance? The small whites can also defy the heavens.

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  The scene outside and inside the private room was vastly different, with deafening music, dimly flashing lights, a group of scantily clad men and women wildly swinging their bodies in the dance pool, letting out beast-like roars as they were stirred up by the DJ's provocative language.

  Darkness is chaotic, demons dance wildly.

  "Mo Nong sister, let's go down and play together." Tang Guo Xiu's long and charming eyes sparkled brightly, her cheeks flushed with a reddish glow due to the wine, and tiny beads of sweat adorned the bridge of her small nose, making her look like a perfect beauty.

  "I'm not going down. I'll wait here, you and Bao'er go ahead." Shen Mo said, shaking her head as she looked at the crowded scene. This was still her first time in a place like this, and she felt somewhat unaccustomed to it. To have her be like those women on the floor, exposing half of their chests and intimately dancing with familiar or unfamiliar men, was undoubtedly more unbearable than being killed.

  "Alright, let's go have some fun and come back later." Tang Guo and Lin Bao'er held hands and ran into the dance floor, soon disappearing into the crowd in the middle of the dance floor, their figures nowhere to be seen.

  "You go have fun too. I'll just drink something by myself." Shen Mo said, finding a chair at the bar to sit down next to Ye Qiu who was accompanying her.

  "I won't jump," said Ye Qiuren calmly.

  Shen Mo gazed intently at Ye Qiu's face, which flickered in the dim light of the lamp, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. After a long while, a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Why hide yourself? Are you waiting for next time to surprise us again? Go, I don't trust those two."

  Ye Qiu smiled wryly and rubbed his nose, it seemed that they had already begun to suspect their true origins. Alas, if only he had known earlier, he would have just casually sung a song, why did he make it so professional?

  Actually, Ye Qiu really can't dance, especially this kind of modern dance that looks like a full-body cramp. However, there are many people here who are just going through the motions, and everyone is just trying to relieve their stress through physical exercise. Whether they're professional or not is secondary; it's just another way to vent.

  Ye Qiu walked gently towards the center of the dance floor, his eyes already fixed on Tang Guo and Lin Bao'er. The two women were extremely eye-catching in this sea of beauties, like two bright red flowers that made the surrounding men and women mere accessories.

  Suddenly, there were two small white sheep with beautiful colors, and some men naturally wanted to take advantage of the situation. However, Tang Guo and Lin Bao'er were extremely vigilant, and when they saw a man approaching, their eyes would glare fiercely at him. Lin Bao'er even directly told others, "Don't think about taking advantage of us, I'm telling you, our bodyguards are super fierce."

  Ye Qiu listened beside him and couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it sounded, who threatens people like that?

  Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and Ye Qiu was happy to have some leisure time. He tapped his feet to the music's rhythm, which didn't match at all, and let his heart take a brief rest.

  Shen Mo sat quietly at the bar, her body tense. She was not used to this noisy environment, and this place made her feel a lack of security.

  It's complicated in my heart. My marriage with Bai Kesong was temporarily put on hold due to my escape, but I didn't expect him not to give up and come to Yanjing specifically to invite me back to Suzhang to attend his grandfather's birthday banquet. In such an informal setting, once I appear, I'm afraid I'll really become the third-generation daughter-in-law of the Bai family. Being able to marry one of the four young masters of Suzhang is a dream come true for all women in Suzhang, but it's not what she wants.

  Mother called again to probe, is it really an inescapable fate?

  "Miss, may I invite you for a drink?" A low and thick male voice came from beside her, startling Shen Mo who was lost in thought.

  He turned his head and met a pair of bright, deep eyes. The man had a rough, handsome face, with a crew cut that stood upright, giving off an impression of strength and aggression. He was tall and wore a white dress shirt with a black leather jacket over it, the second button undone, making him look neither too casual nor too trendy in a Korean-style fashion sense.

  "Sorry, I don't drink." Shen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he quickly adjusted his mood. He put on that icy expression again, saying coldly.

  The man opened his mouth and laughed, revealing neat white teeth. "Miss, you've hurt me. Even if you're refusing, you should have come up with a better excuse. I regretfully smelled the fragrance of red wine and beer mixed together from your breath."

  "I don't know you, so there's no need to waste your thoughts on me. Please don't disturb me, I just want to sit quietly." Shen Mo concentrated on the transparent glass cup in his hand, where a slice of yellow lemon floated on top of the **. The waiter said it was called Blue Danube, a very likable name.

  The lemon slice undulated gently with her finger's swing, like a small boat bobbing up and down in the waves, or rather, like her fate.

  "Alright. I've disturbed you." The man didn't mind Shen Mochen's coldness, but his eyes couldn't hide the excited smile.

  He snapped his fingers, and immediately a waiter from the bar brought over a bouquet of bright red roses that seemed to be dripping with dew. The roses weren't tied together with a ribbon or wrapped in a beautiful golden transparent bag. They looked as if they had just been picked from the garden, without any artificial perfume sprayed on them, maintaining their original flavor and aroma. The refreshing fragrance, along with the dense thorns on the stem of the flower.

  "I've been observing you from the corner, it seems like your mood isn't very good today. I hope these roses can bring a little smile to your face." The man smiled and handed the roses in his hand over to Shen Mochen. He frankly told Shen Mochen that he was pursuing her.

  A rose with thorns is a deadly weapon. He didn't believe there was any woman who could resist this kind of romance.

  Unexpectedly, Shen Mo let him down.

  "I don't know you and won't accept your flowers. Leave."

  "Miss, why must you refuse me from a thousand miles away? Friends are watching on one side, and you're not giving me any face, it's very embarrassing." The man said in a low voice, without any impatience.

  "That's your business. I don't want to be a stake in your and your friend's boring game."

  "Miss, you misunderstood. I wasn't playing the kind of boring game with my friends that you mentioned. I admit, for many things, we can have a playful attitude, but when it comes to love, we should be respectful."

  "So, she can't accept your roses anymore." Ye Qiu walked over and put his arm around Shen Mo's shoulder, saying this as he took the bouquet of roses from the man's hand, starting from the flowers and pinching downwards, inch by inch, crushing the petals along with the sharp thorns on top.

  Pale red flower juice dripped from the seam of his hand, sharp thorns pierced the skin on his palm, but he didn't feel any pain on his body.

  Lord, I've finally found an opportunity to openly and honestly hold Shen Mo in my arms.

  Ye Qiu's heart bloomed with joy, just like a rose that had been crushed into a ball of mud.