God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 450 - 480: Song Hongye

Chapter 450: Chapter 480: Song Hongye

Red Leaf Club was not just a simple private leisure club. Apart from barring erotic content or low-brow entertainment, it virtually had everything one could ask for—a full spectrum of services.

For instance, aside from beauty salons, there were also saunas, gyms, yoga studios, billiard rooms, casinos, and so on.

The fact that such a club could operate here, in and of itself, implied a powerful backing, which suggested that its mysterious female owner, rumored to be a woman named Song Hongye from Tianjing, held considerable influence.

Upon arriving at the yoga studio, Fang Yi noticed it was already crowded with many women.

Sweeping his gaze over them, it was fair to say that each of these women possessed a beauty indescribable, only second to Shen Binnan herself, all youthful and vibrant, none appearing older than thirty.

It was a rather peculiar situation; soon, Fang Yi discerned something amiss.

In this yoga room, besides the women there to practice yoga, there was a large group of men seated in a row against the wall, likely there to accompany their "golden canaries."

There was an empty seat, and Fang Yi took it.

Shen Binnan had gone to change clothes. Feeling bored, Fang Yi took out his phone, ready to play some games, when a bespectacled man who looked slightly corpulent in his suit sidled up to him. Whispering like a thief, he said, "Hey, bro, what do they call you?"

This man, likely in his thirties, clearly had a nouveau riche air about him, but Fang Yi wasn’t dismissive and shared his name.

"Ah, so you’re Brother Fang Yi. Here’s my card," the man said as he handed over his business card.

Glancing at it, Fang Yi saw the name He Dawei from Dawei Coal Mining Co., Ltd.—quite a vulgar company name.

"Brother Fang Yi, could you give me one of your cards?" He Dawei asked with a smile.

"I don’t have a business card; I’m just a worker," Fang Yi replied honestly, as he indeed didn’t have any business cards.

He Dawei didn’t believe him and said, "Come on, Brother Fang Yi, you must be kidding me. How could you not have a business card? Everyone who comes here is either rich or noble."

Saying this, he pointed to the women in the room and whispered, "Just look at these women, all so devilishly beautiful. Each one is being kept by the men sitting here. Of course, there are some legitimate women among them, some even more formidable than us. Look, that’s Shen Binnan. You know her, right? The CEO of Longtu Group. That figure, tsk tsk, absolutely drool-worthy."

He Dawei was a relentless chatterbox and quite forward. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. However, Fang Yi wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying, as his focus was entirely on Shen Binnan.

Shen Binnan came out dressed in yoga attire—a grey tank top that displayed her arms smooth like jade, shoulders elegantly bare, and grey capri pants that accentuated her tall figure.

Dressed this way, Shen Binnan exuded efficiency and vitality, just as she did in the business world.

With Shen Binnan’s emergence, she immediately garnered the astonishment of many men around, including He Dawei next to Fang Yi, who, after having introduced him, stared intently at Shen Binnan, his body trembling.

"Shen Binnan, the number one beauty of Moon City, truly lives up to her reputation," He Dawei said, his eyes filled with excited luminance.

It wasn’t just He Dawei; most of the men seated beside Fang Yi were reacting similarly.

In short, Shen Binnan stood out too much. Her figure-enhancing outfit stirred immense excitement in these men, who all seemed ready to prostrate themselves at her feet, casting aside their reputations without a second thought.

In fact, it wasn’t just the men; the women present were also filled with envy.

Most of them were brought here by their "husbands," feeling quite proud, no longer worried about some vixen leading their men astray.

But now, with the current situation, it wasn’t just their own "husbands"—probably every woman’s "husband" was ensnared. They were all seething with envy, grinding their teeth in frustration yet powerless to do anything.

The number one beauty of Moon City was not just beautiful; she had brains and beauty, dominating in stature, background, and even intelligence, utterly crushing them.

Shen Binnan, the center of attention, was also well aware of the myriad complex gazes around her, but having seen it all before, she paid no mind. Once seated in her spot, the crowd finally started calming down.

He Dawei, still buzzing with excitement, said, "Brother Fang Yi, did you see? Isn’t the number one beauty of Moon City gorgeous?"

Fang Yi replied with a smile, "Gorgeous? She’s downright fatal."

He Dawei nodded in agreement, "Exactly, fatal. My friends talk about how sleeping with Shen Binnan for one night would make dying ten years earlier worth it. But I think, with Shen Binnan, even twenty years would be worth it. Who knows who will be lucky enough to marry her and be overjoyed for life."

Truth be told, Fang Yi really wanted to punch He Dawei. Damn it, that was the woman he was after!

As the yoga studio started to settle, someone came in—the yoga instructor, presumably—and Fang Yi couldn’t help but take a few extra glances. This was a woman, and for some reason, Fang Yi felt a hint of danger emanating from her.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, prime of youth, with delicate features that carried a touch of sharpness. Her beauty was unquestionable, even comparable to Shen Binnan.

She too was clad in yoga attire, but far more revealing, with a black, tight-fitting top that accentuated her slender figure, rivaling Shen Binnan’s.

Some were envious, some drooled, and the women felt an even greater threat.

But upon entering, the woman gave a gentle smirk and said, "Hello, everyone, I’m the new instructor."

At this introduction, the room fell silent, and a nearby man couldn’t resist asking, "Beauty, what’s your name?"

With an enigmatic smile and narrowed phoenix eyes, the woman crisply uttered three words:

"Song Hongye."