Chapter 1 Chaos KTV

  Zhuang Wanqiu was nervous and had already prepared herself for a miserable night of wind and rain.

  But when she stepped into the courtyard and saw Yi Jun's true appearance, her eyes lit up instantly - my god, he's even more handsome than Jin Ma Chao, even more heroic than Zhao Zi Long!

  That face, if simply described as handsome, is still not enough; because in addition to the six points of handsomeness, there are three points of ruggedness and one point of playfulness. This kind of face is the ultimate killer that can instantly kill women.

  What's even more deadly is Yi Jun's robust physique. His broad shoulders form a distinctive inverted triangle, a feature that can easily captivate women. Although the muscles on his body are not clearly visible, his large and powerful hands exude a strong masculine aura. Zhuang Wanqiu couldn't help but wonder if her slender waist could be effortlessly lifted and swayed by those massive hands.

  Of course, Yi Jun's outfit also gave her a visual shock, especially when compared to the broken Jieda, it formed a huge psychological contrast. The standard Armani suit and shoes, the Patek Philippe on his wrist must be genuine - this old hand in the service industry can recognize it at a glance. Although it is still not considered a luxurious overall equipment, at least it is very satisfying for women. Especially when compared to the image of that stingy big man in her heart, Zhuang Wanqiu felt like she had won a first prize!

  "Come, come, let me introduce you." Qian Qi Yun smiled and invited Zhuang Wanqiu to take a seat. "Yi Jun, he's a great young man. Two months ago, he just arrived in our Jiangning and is planning to invest in a high-end KTV here. He's achieved so much at such a young age... Yi Jun, this is the Zhuang Wanqiu manager I told you about, one of the rare female business leaders in our Jiangning, a true heroine."

  "It's a pleasure to meet Miss Zhuang. Please give me more guidance on business matters in the future." As he spoke, Yi Jun stood up and extended his right hand.

  Zhuang Wanqiu smiled skillfully, and a slender hand that had not been stingy with money in the beauty salon stretched out. It wasn't being stingy with money either, at least the maintenance was quite good, delicate and smooth. This fair skin paired with her pink high-slit cheongsam had a unique charm.

  Two hands gently clasped together, and Zhuang Wanqiu could feel the strength and masculine aura of that large hand. Just thinking about this hand possibly roaming all over her body tonight made her heart itch with excitement.

  At this time, Zhuang Wanqiu felt that even if the guy was driving a broken Jieda, let alone a bicycle, he could still hook people's souls away.

  Three people sat down together, Qian Qi Yun warmly greeted them. Zhuang Wan Qiu's eyes flowed with waves, and the autumn waves secretly transmitted. At first, Qian Qi Yun was satisfied that this girl's performance was really in place, worthy of being his number one big public relations. However, later on, the worldly-wise Qian Qi Yun discovered that this little thing had actually fallen for Yi Jun. He secretly smiled to himself and thought it wasn't bad either. When true feelings were involved, the performance became even more flawless.

  And why didn't Yi Jun know what Zhuang Wanqiu meant? Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger. This woman who is about to enter the mother wolf age has a strong desire to pounce on herself. If it weren't for Qian Qiuyun's house, if Qian Qiuyun wasn't present, this girl would probably make a counter-attack, a clean and neat one.

  Yi Jun didn't want to provoke the she-wolf, so he intentionally spoke in a low and inferior tone during dinner, thinking that such an elegant woman and successful white-collar worker would at least feel slightly disgusted with him. However, it had the opposite effect. A series of inferior and even slightly coarse words only stirred up more passion in Zhuang Wanqiu's heart. In the eyes of this mature woman, a man who was handsome, well-dressed but also had a hint of roughness was truly a rare treasure.

  After three rounds of wine, Zhuang Wanqiu even personally poured wine for Yi Jun. She herself didn't drink less either. When they were all drunk and dizzy, this girl was still smiling and wanted to have a toast with Yi Jun: "Good brother, meeting you is sister's fate, let's have a cup of intoxicating life and death, it's worth this spring river flower morning, autumn river moon night..."

  The words are nice, like those of a female literary youth, but all the good words have been ruined by you...... Yi Jun sighed bitterly in his heart.

  Zhuang Wanqiu finally got a bit drunk, her eyes blurry. This girl was really tough, drinking high-proof Wuliangye with Yi Jun and Qian Qiuyun. This wine was personally stored by Qian Qiuyun for over a decade, far more authentic than the ten-year or twenty-year aged wines advertised on TV.

  A woman at home, drank half a catty of high-proof white wine, Yi Jun thought her drinking capacity was not bad. She is indeed the big-name female boss of the city's hotel and catering industry, and her skills at the dinner table are not bragging.

  But Qian Qi Yun secretly smiled in his heart, knowing that Zhuang Wanqiu's Tao was getting deeper and deeper. Although Zhuang Wanqiu didn't show off her drinking capacity outside, Qian Qi Yun knew that this girl had once drunk a whole catty of high-grade Maotai liquor. This drinking capacity would be considered excellent even among the big masters. Now she had only drunk about half a catty, and she must be pretending to be drunk.

  "Late autumn has arrived today, and I feel like it's come too quickly." Qian Qi Yun smiled to himself, thinking that he should hold back a bit. Just in case Yi Jun found out about Wan Xiaochun's incredible drinking capacity later on, Qian Qi Yun could use the excuse "that day was just an exception" to cover for him. "It's getting late, so I'll trouble you, Yi Jun, to escort Wan Xiaochun for a bit. Protecting beauty is a required course for young people like you, make sure to do it well, haha! Being young is really great, really great..."

  The old fox didn't know whether it was true or false emotion, but also pretended to be drunk and returned to the villa to rest. The small courtyard was left with only Yi Jun and Zhuang Wanqiu, while Zhuang Wanqiu even stumbled a bit. With great effort, she stood up, pulled her high-slit cheongsam, and suddenly seemed to lose her balance, swaying towards the table.

  She's being clever, directly leaning towards Yi Jun would be too obvious. But if she leans against the small table, even if Yi Jun doesn't come to support her, she can still hold onto the table or sit on a chair by herself. Of course, in her heart, she still hopes Yi Jun will lend a hand.

  Yi Jun indeed reached out and grasped her arm, smiling: "Miss Wan Qiu, Master Qian San has also retired for the night. I'll see you back."

  At the dinner table, according to Zhuang Wanqiu's request, Yi Jun also stopped calling her "Miss Zhuang". However, Yi Jun and she still didn't feel very familiar, so they didn't call her "Wanqiu" as she requested, but instead added a "Miss" after her name.

  Zhuang Wan's eyes were hazy from the autumn wine, but her mind was not disordered. She secretly laughed to herself that indeed there was no cat in the world that didn't eat fishy things. Yi Jun's hand had slipped into his own armpit, and he probably wouldn't be willing to thoroughly withdraw it.

  And then, with Yi Jun's support, the two walked down the small mountain road together. Without any hesitation, Yi Jun opened his Jetta and put her in the passenger seat. He himself started the car and slowly drove away from here.

  In the window of the villa, a pair of old and cunning eyes narrowed slightly, very satisfied. As long as Yi Jun got into Zhuang Wanqiu's bed, he would have a way to make Yi Jun and Qin Lan break up, and also keep a distance from Bai Jingchu. Because these old eyes could see that those two extreme girls were also interested in Yi Jun.

  On that Jetta car, Zhu Wanqiu, who seemed to be in a daze, slowly opened her eyes, as if covered with a layer of autumn water, ambiguous and boundless.