The quality of the wine glass is excellent, and even when it hit the glass tabletop, it didn’t shatter. But the wine inside was splattered everywhere.
The woman beside Mr. Li, who seed to be a model, let out a scream. Her snow-white legs and the hem of her dress were stained with a lot of wine. Mr. Li and Huo Chengrui beside her were splattered a bit as well, which made the two frown instantly.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn’t an to..."
But Sun Xining, whose heart was pounding like a drum, was still in a sort of daze at this mont. After snapping back to reality, she hastily apologized and picked up a tissue to wipe for that girl.
The girl was reluctant to react negatively due to Huo Chengrui’s attitude toward Sun Xining, so she forced a smile to show she was fine. At this point, Sun Xining noticed Zhou Wang was about to disappear around the corner outside the window. She didn’t care about anything else, stuffed the tissue box into the girl’s hand, said "Excuse ," and quickly walked over.
"Ningning, where are you going... Ningning?"
Ah Jie was a bit confused too, quickly got up and called out a couple of tis, but Sun Xining ignored him.
Seeing the displeased expression on Cousin Wang Jia’s face, Ah Jie could only awkwardly explain for her, "Uh, she should be going to the bathroom..."
"Isn’t the bathroom in the opposite direction?"
Huo Chengrui sensed sothing, and after wiping the wine off the cuff of his pants, asked with a half-smile.
Ah Jie was at a loss for words, quickly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, said, "I’ll go check," and then pulled Ah Gui along to chase after Sun Xining.
...
Blown by the salty sea breeze, Zhou Wang was wandering leisurely on the yacht’s deck.
He deliberately declined the company of Housekeeper Xu and Lisa, just to experience a long-lost "peace."
This peace was different from the kind most people define. Although Xiao Wang and Gao Xing were probably concealed in so nearby corner, at least ostensibly, there really was no one bothering him or casting watchful eyes upon him.
This feeling was one that Zhou Wang had not experienced in a long ti, especially in crowded occasions.
He didn’t know when it started, but wherever he went, there was always a bustling crowd surrounding him with various gazes. So of it was intentional by Zhou, but many tis he was forced into the spotlight.
At first, Zhou Wang quite enjoyed it... After all, who among young people doesn’t like to show off?
But after consuming too many of these "show-off" orders, Zhou Wang was starting to get a little tired of it.
... Except for just now, when a wealthy woman probably mistook Zhou Wang for being part of the "male model group" and tried to co over and chat with him, nobody else really paid attention to him, and this feeling was also nice.
The yacht party, for those who haven’t experienced it, would be very novel, but in essence, it’s just that—the place for post-drinking revelry is moved to the sea, adding a few entertainnt items.
The core essence of all upper-class gatherings focused on entertainnt is nothing more than the gathering of attractive n and won recruited from various channels, and a large number of staff from various types, to provide various forms of service for a very few people.
Open-air swimming pool, deck tennis, DJ music, during the day when visibility is good, there will also be so motor surfing and sea cars, the rest is just that little bit between n and won...
Other than that, there’s nothing much new.
Of course, Zhou Wang knows that thinking this way is sowhat like "talking without feeling the pain," as such scenes are sothing most ordinary people may never experience in their lifeti.
For example, at this mont, the woman holding a glass of champagne and walking past Zhou Wang in a sexy three-part bikini, showcasing a fiery figure to the fullest. If Zhou Wang rembers correctly, she should be a slightly famous actress and model from Hong Kong Island.
Zhou Wang rembers her because he previously watched a film called "I Love Nightlife," and the role played by this woman nad Chen Jing left a deep impression on him.
It seems that at so point, she also earned herself the title of "goddess of otaku hos."
Even though this title doesn’t hold much value, for the general public, stars of this level are still completely unattainable in daily life.
However, now on this yacht, this outdated star nad Chen Jing is just part of the most marginal crowd.
Walking along earlier, Zhou Wang roughly observed various models, those from the outskirts, and minor celebrities; the number of girls on this yacht, if not over a hundred, is at least fifty or sixty.
And as for the male guests he’s seen so far, including those who haven’t entered the reception room, there are only about twenty or so.
This ans that each person has an extrely wide range of choices.
To be honest, it’s stars like Chen Jing whom most successful n actually don’t prefer aside from those with special fetishes.
After all, everyone knows the peculiar nature of the entertainnt industry, in their eyes, soone like Chen Jing is even less preferable than any clean random model.
From this point, one can also deduce why the Heavenly Palace Club can succeed so remarkably in this industry, being the recognized leader. After all, the girls they provide all have one basic quality... "clean."
Lighting a cigarette for himself, Zhou Wang leaned against the railing on the yacht deck, having few thoughts about tonight’s socializing.
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