Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1160: For Song Qing, Rong Menglan is more like the prey.

Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160: For Song Qing, Rong Menglan is more like the prey.

Huo Zhi smiled slightly and answered, "There’s no limit, it all depends on how many people Madam wishes to invite."

Qin Ruan propped her chin with one hand, her curved eyes gazing through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows at the outside courtyard, her delicate face revealing a brilliant smile.

She clicked her tongue softly, not knowing whether she was happy about the Huo Family’s indulgence or more satisfied with being able to invite friends to her wedding.

"Alright, go send invitations to Maoshan Sect’s Qiao Nanyuan and Qiao Jiu, Jade Star Sect’s Lun Wenbin, Qingcheng Sect’s Wei Xishi, Nanyin Temple’s Master Hui Cheng, and Longevity Sect’s Wu Fan. As for West City, I will personally deliver the invitations later."

Huo Zhi stood by and noted down all these names.

Seeing "Qingcheng Sect’s Wei Xishi," she furrowed her brows slightly, "Madam, Wei Xishi is the third son of the Fu Family. Are you inviting him under the Qingcheng Sect or as a member of the Fu Family?"

Qin Ruan’s tone was light, "He was my teacher, later a colleague. My bond with him is not because of his identity."

Huo Zhi nodded, "I understand."

Late at night.

The night has always been colorful and dazzling.

Yejue Bar was newly renovated with a very upscale decor, featuring avant-garde colors and lines, extremely eye-catching.

The guests who entered here were all in search of pleasure. There were seductive and stylish men hunting for love, and sultry, passionate women seeking a fling.

Being able to enter this bar meant they were not short of money; what they lacked was nighttime company, the entanglement of desire and emotion, the ambiguous tugging and pulling they needed.

However, no matter how affectionate they were in the deep night, spouting lovey-dovey words, they would become indifferent before dawn, everything would return to normal, and then they would rush off in different directions.

Tonight, Yejue Bar was exceptionally lively, a tall, handsome man sat in the corner sofa, holding a glass in his well-defined hand, his gaze searching for tonight’s prey within the crowded dance floor.

He had found it very hard to be sated lately, feeling that no one could satisfy him.

To him, both men and women seemed like walking corpses.

The man desperately hoped that tonight someone could satisfy his hunger.

But his standards were too high.

Just before, five or six people had approached him and were all rejected by his disdainful and contemptuous gaze.

A woman, fresh from the dance floor with wavy long hair and wearing a sexy tight black dress with a side slit showing off her perfect legs, approached the bar and ordered a whiskey, swaying her hips as she walked towards the superb man in the corner.

She had set her sights on him from the beginning.

It was hard not to be attracted to a man who both looked and carried himself extraordinarily well.

The woman noticed that he had rejected many people tonight; recalling those women, they were not as good as her in terms of their own conditions, she took confident steps towards the man with almond-shaped eyes.

She licked her lips, lifted the curls on her shoulder, and with a curl of her lip, revealed a seductive smile.

Holding her glass of whiskey, she approached the man, "Sir, care for a drink?"

Her looks were enticing, her voice soft, and there was an indescribable charm about her from head to toe.

The man’s cold, irritable gaze sized up the woman standing before him.

Seeing that she could pass as tonight’s game, his icy, indifferent voice sounded, "My pleasure."

The man raised his glass, clinking it against the woman’s.

If tonight went without incident, they would have a direct physical encounter that promised an unparalleled delightful experience.

Having gained the man’s permission, the woman smiled triumphantly, her eyes filled with pride at having conquered him.

She took the opportunity to sit next to him, leaning close to his ear to whisper sweet nothings—common ploys that regulars here would never take seriously.

No matter how enticing the sweet nothings she whispered, or even the more provocative and suggestive words, the man dismissed them, simply enjoying the small movements she made against him.

His ear felt the warm breath as she spoke, and a hand with brightly painted red nails slowly inched up his knee.

The man leaned back relaxed on the sofa, his gaze fixed straight ahead, giving the woman no eye contact.

He was estimating how long it would take for the woman next to him to spark his interest.

If she failed to do so, he would likely have to search for another target.

Upstairs, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a woman in a cheongsam shook her glass of red wine, her eyes intently fixed on the man in the corner of the bar.

"Yo, the usually virtuous Master Rong has come to our bar to hunt for beauties?"

Standing behind Bei Jinzhou, who upon hearing Family Head’s words looked downward and through the window at Rong Menglan in the corner.

When the bar lights swept across the corner, one could clearly see a face that, unlike his modest gentlemanly demeanor by day, now revealed a restless and insatiable look.

Bei Jinzhou stood next to Su Jingshu, replying in a low voice, "Family Head, Master Rong has been coming since the beginning of the year, but he has been coming more frequently recently."

Su Jingshu sipped her wine, her face showing a playful expression, "Tsk tsk... I never thought Master Rong would also have his days. Go, tell the manager to pick a few clean and pretty girls from upstairs to send over."

The bar kept some girls upstairs, specially to serve esteemed guests. Both their external conditions and internal health were rigorously checked to ensure each was spotlessly clean.

Hearing this, Bei Jinzhou shook his head, "Master Rong is tired of that."

Su Jingshu looked surprised, turning to look at Bei Jinzhou, "He’s had them all?"

He nodded calmly.

Su Jingshu watched Rong Menglan downstairs flirting with a woman, her red lips twitched, thinking Master Rong indeed knew how to play.

She had only come to sit idly tonight, never expecting to stumble upon this scene.

She had been ready to leave, but now seeing Rong Menglan shed his gentlemanly facade, appearing fallen from grace and adopting the common touch of the mortal world, she decided to stay and enjoy the spectacle.

Meanwhile, a woman in a red dress walked into Yejue Bar, seemingly uncomfortable with how the short skirt barely covered her backside, frequently tugging it down with her hand.

Thinking of the task her master had given her, Song Qing bit her lip and rushed into the bar.

Upon entering, she used her eyes, sharp as radar, to search the crowd for her intended target.

The dense crowd blocked the corners around the bar hall, forcing Song Qing to push through them, her sharp eyes searching along the edges.

Sultry curves, a red sexy short dress, a bold beauty with intense makeup, her once short hair turned long, strands spreading a seductive fragrance as she moved.

Such was Song Qing, and her appearance undoubtedly drew many men’s eyes.

For Rong Menglan, a woman like this suited his prey even better.

Suddenly, Song Qing halted; she had found her target for the evening.