Hong Botao made a call and summoned the front desk manager.
Soon after, a woman clad in a tailcoat, her feet in high heels, gracefully approached. She said with a delighted surprise, "My, my, Mr. Hong, it’s been such a long, long ti since you ca to see us! What brought you here today?"
Hong Botao laughed heartily, "With one foot already in the coffin, why would I co here? To rush my own death? Bring over your best girls! This young man here is an honored guest of mine, and he must be treated well, or you’ll have to answer for it!"
The beautiful lady laughed, "Goodness, what is our esteed guest’s surna?"
"Surna Fu."
"No problem." The beautiful lady looked Fu Liaoyi up and down with a smile. He seed like an ordinary young man, sowhat inscrutable, "We’ll make sure the guest is satisfied! Would you like a drink?"
"I’ll pass. Let the youngsters have so."
"Alright then."
The woman opened a bottle of red wine, placed it in the decanter, and made another phone call giving so instructions.
A couple of minutes later, a line of skimpily dressed girls walked in from outside, all towering with long legs in high heels, adorned in garish clothes, so with exotic tattoos on their skin.
Fu Liaoyi snapped back to reality, sowhat dazedly observing the scene before him.
The group of beauties stood in a row, hands crossed over their abdons, nodding and bowing as they greeted, "Welco!"
"I’m Xiaoyu, 22 years old, from East City."
"I’m Xiaolan, 23 years old, from Fushan."
"I’m Yu Ji, 20 years old, from Fushan."
One by one, the girls introduced themselves, their voices crisp and pleasant, like orioles singing.
"Fu, pick one, two, or even three if you’d like, or have them all for today," said Hong Botao, lounging in his chair, reminiscing about his youth.
Back then, he had no money but was full of vigor, always thinking about that one thing; when he finally had money, his energy was not what it used to be; and now, taking care of his health mattered more, he was too lazy to even think about it!
The so-called God had a way of playing cruel jokes on people.
Fu Liaoyi tensed up, as if his brain had stopped functioning.
He had been out in society for a few years now and knew all too well what the scene in front of him implied.
Each girl here was more beautiful and charming than his ex-girlfriend!
All were in their radiant youth, with so possibly not even twenty yet, each like a delicate rose, fetching and captivating.
Now, they were like items on a shelf, available for the taking!
This shook his plain values once again.
Could this be love? Obviously not!
It was rely a monetary exchange!
True love?
What true love!
It was nothing but a casual fling.
After he made his choice, what would beco of the idea of spending a lifeti tenderly with his girlfriend? What did his rage and frustration from this morning amount to?
Fu Liaoyi was lost.
His heart began to race.
He seed to see the shortcut laid out before him.
At the end of that shortcut was this decadent life, a life he had never imagined before.
He didn’t know what he should do; his masculine desire was erupting, but his heart was in turmoil.
Hong Botao glanced at the girls with tattoos on their legs and, dissatisfied, slapped the table, "No, no, this garish makeup, and what’s with these spades tattoos? What do you take our young Fu for?"
"The heavy scent of powder and perfu is so overpowering, it’s almost making my snot run."
"Where are the decent, pretty, smart ones that know how to serve? Don’t you have any of those? Or maybe you should take the stage yourself!"
"Oh dear, Mr. Hong, you’ve posed a trendous challenge for ... seeking pure love here, that’s asking too much of ," said the beautiful lady, her eyes fluttering, feigning a pitiful look.
Suddenly clapping her hands, as if she had an idea, "Actually, there is one! Let call her for you!"
She leaned in close to Mr. Hong’s ear and whispered, "She’s really a student from the nearby university town, very good at acting, and just the type the young ones fall for."
Hong Botao said, "If he’s still not satisfied, then it looks like you’ll have to take the stage."
"You’re such a tease, Mr. Hong! How could I take the stage? I’ll call her right now."
After a while, a girl dressed in a school outfit, with an innocent face and long black straight hair, walked in through the door.
"Hello, my na is Jin Qi... You can call Qiqi." The girl bowed timidly, her face flushed with shyness.
The old fox Hong Botao could tell at a glance that the girl’s shyness was feigned. In a place like this, who would be shy? They must be living in a fantasy!
But it didn’t matter because at first glance, she indeed had an air of innocence about her.
An oval face, eyes charming as peach blossoms, wearing a classic black and white plaid shirt, short skirt, black stockings, and a pair of tiny leather shoes.
Her legs had a nice shape, neither too thin nor too chubby, and she lacked that heavy makeup aroma.
"That’s the one," Hong Botao pointed with his finger and said, "Co, Miss Qiqi, pour our young Fu a drink."
"Today, your task is to make him smile!"
"If he doesn’t drink, then you’ll have to."
This girl nad Qiqi, her voice sultry, picked up a glass of wine, pouring a red wine, "Um... Brother Fu, can we have a drink together... If you don’t drink, they’ll make drink it."
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