The bodyguard whispered, "Tianyan Club."
Jiang Ruan had heard of this club, where only the elite and wealthy of Beijing could afford to spend. It was said to be extrely intricate, and the owner’s background was rumored to be very powerful.
At the entrance of the club, the bodyguard opened the door, and Jiang Ruan got out of the car.
Her eyes were imdiately drawn to the opulent and luxurious European-style architecture, estimated to be over a hundred stories tall, exuding grandeur—it truly was the most lavish club in all of Beijing.
Jiang Ruan withdrew her astonished gaze and followed the bodyguard inside. The deeper she went, the more finely adorned won she saw, making her feel increasingly relieved.
Luckily, she had quickly put on so makeup on the way.
She wasn’t afraid of looking ugly without makeup.
But in such settings, a refined makeup could boost her confidence much more.
At the door of the private room, the bodyguard pushed open the door and simultaneously stopped, "Miss Jiang, please."
The door was opened to a forty-five degree angle, and the noise inside spilled out, including the sound of mahjong tiles.
Bao Ye plays mahjong too?
How did she not know?
Since she was already here, having been in the entertainnt industry for so long, Jiang Ruan knew that not being stage-shy was a basic quality.
She walked in wearing high heels, and the people in the private room all looked up, their eyes curiously observing the newcor.
At one glance, Jiang Ruan saw Bao Ye seated at the head, his brows lowered, holding a mahjong tile, calmly arranging the tiles.
His every move exuded an aura.
Sitting there, he was the master.
He wasn’t wearing the black suit from the morning, but a striking purple embroidered dragon silk shirt, the collar open, accentuating his noble face, which made his excellent temperant stand out even more.
The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing arms with smooth lines, the subtly protruding veins adding to his wildness.
There were three other n sitting at the table with him, all appearing to be in their twenties.
Beside each man was a particularly well-dressed, sophisticated girl.
Jiang Ruan took a general look; they were likely all Beijing socialites, each wearing top-tier jewelry from various luxury brands.
If not, they were high-caliber girlfriends.
As Jiang Ruan was assessing them, they took in every detail of her as well.
An interesting voice then erged.
"Tsk, really strange."
Si Chen: "Why do I feel like this young lady looks familiar, as if I’ve seen her sowhere before?"
"Are there any beauties in all of Beijing you, Young Master Si, haven’t seen?" teased the woman in a white strappy top and long straight black hair behind Si Chen. "Even if you think she’s pretty and want to chat her up, at least co up with a fresher excuse. How can you use such a low-level pick-up line without sha?"
"Get lost, I’m being serious."
"When are you ever not serious? Do you think I believe you?"
"Can’t you go a day without contradicting ?"
"Yeah, I feel uncomfortable if I don’t get on your nerves."
The two bickered.
Si Chen gritted his teeth in anger, suddenly reacting, "I rember now, she’s Jiang Ruan, the girl who’s been particularly famous in the entertainnt industry these last couple of years."
"She’s also starred in several dramas, do you guys recall?"
"Oh, now that you ntion it, I do have so impression," soone chid in.
"I told you so, she looks familiar."
Si Chen glared at the girl with long straight black hair, Feng iling: "Do you have anything to say now?"
"I told you, I wasn’t lying."
Feng iling pursed her lips, "How would I know? Besides, I don’t usually pay attention to entertainnt industry stuff."
"Tch, that’s just you being ignorant."
Feng iling rolled her eyes, "Can’t be bothered with you."
"But why is she here?"
Feng iling said, glancing at Jiang Ruan several tis, thinking that this girl was indeed quite beautiful.
Not the kind of common beauty, but the kind that is untainted by the mundane, a very pure look, bright eyes and white teeth, resembling a student.
Feng iling raised a brow, such features certainly stirred up a man’s protective instincts the most.
"Did any of you invite her?"
The few people beside shook their heads in denial, all said they didn’t know her.
It was even less possible for Si Chen.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have failed to recognize her.
At this point, Feng iling smiled and kindly asked Jiang Ruan, "Is it Miss Jiang Ruan? Have you co to the wrong room?"
"It seems like none of us here know you."
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