“Am I a milk cow?!”
Even someone as experienced as Dong Enyu couldn’t help but blush upon hearing such vulgar words.
Just as she was about to scold Yong Le for being a rogue, Yong Le’s phone rang again.
She got off Dong Enyu and answered the call, talking to someone on the other end amidst the noisy background.
Yong Le didn’t respond, just listened, stealing a few glances at Dong Enyu before saying, “No problem,” and hanging up.
“Today, Qi Ge and Han Ge are going to Star Diamond to have some fun. They want me to join in the excitement.”
Yong Le put her phone away and walked into the kitchen to prepare some food for the group of stray cats.
She usually fed them, so the cupboard was stocked with plenty of cat food, showing that she took good care of them.
“Well, then take me back. I have to work too.”
Dong Enyu stood up and walked towards the door, waiting downstairs before Yong Le.
After Yong Le stepped outside, she put on a coat—a long black overcoat that fit her perfectly, adorned with many luxurious decorations, resembling something a noble would wear.
She paired it with studded knee-high boots, blending feminine grace with a touch of coolness.
The bad-girl aura she exuded made Dong Enyu increasingly feel that she was part of a band…
Perhaps she could persuade Yong Le to leave this life behind and become a performer instead.
The two drove back to Star Diamond.
It was still early, and neither Qi Ge nor Han Ge had arrived yet.
After getting out of the car, Dong Enyu hurried to the makeup room.
Just as she was about to close the door, Yong Le pushed it open and walked in.
The makeup room was only occupied by the two of them, but other female attendants could come in at any moment.
“I’m going to work now. Can you step out for a bit?”
Dong Enyu stared at her, noticing that Yong Le seemed unwilling to leave.
“Since you’re sitting at our table, I want to personally guide your styling.”
Yong Le walked past Dong Enyu and began selecting clothes from a row of outfits.
Dong Enyu ignored her and simply applied light makeup, sprayed some perfume, and once she finished styling her hair, she glanced at Yong Le through the mirror, noticing her indecision.
So, she walked over and found Yong Le holding several outfits—some youthful, some mature, some revealing, and some avant-garde.
“Have you made up your mind?”
Dong Enyu crossed her arms, her voice steady without a hint of impatience.
“Ugh, it’s really hard to choose. All these clothes look pretty good. Although you look best when you’re not wearing anything, I don’t want to share you with everyone. What do you think I should do?”
Yong Le said, leaning closer to Dong Enyu, smiling as she assessed her expression.
Unfortunately, Dong Enyu had already built up an immunity to that.
“Then wear something more conservative, the more layers the better. How about that?”
She suppressed a laugh and asked Yong Le.
Yong Le nodded in agreement, “Of course, that’s great. The more you wear, the more thrilling it is to take off.”
As she spoke, she playfully slapped Dong Enyu’s backside before laughing and walking out of the makeup room.
She really was quite the rogue.
Dong Enyu felt somewhat helpless against her, so she ended up wearing a lot that night—a shirt layered with a tank top, a cake skirt, and a thin veil on top, creating a Japanese mixed style.
The exposed skin was minimal, with only her beautiful legs being a sight to behold.
Once Star Diamond opened for business, Han Ge and Qi Ge each brought a group of followers to visit.
Mama-san welcomed them warmly and had some of the top female attendants greet them, with Dong Enyu being an exception—she only got in because of Yong Le; otherwise, with her qualifications, she wouldn’t even be able to carry the wine boxes.
In the North District, Han Ge and Qi Ge held the most power.
Excluding the older generation of bosses, these two rising stars were the most likely candidates to become the right-hand men of the Wutang Boss.
Therefore, many entertainment venues in the North District treated them like emperors, never daring to be careless.
As soon as Dong Enyu entered the private room, she immediately spotted Luo Ye, who had also arrived, still dressed in her mysterious attire.
Meanwhile, Han Ge and Qi Ge were engaged in conversation.
Their temperaments were completely different; Han Ge wore a gray suit, his demeanor calm and refined, unlike the typical image of a gang leader, more like a corporate boss.
Qi Ge, on the other hand, dressed casually in jeans and a short jacket, always animated in his speech, his voice loud, clearly embodying a rogue.
“That Old Man is finished; he definitely won’t leave the hospital alive.”
Dong Enyu dared not interrupt and listened carefully from a distance.
“Master Ming’s successor has also been killed. Now the Boss wants us to divide the territory.”
Han Ge spoke calmly, referring to the young man whose neck Yong Le had snapped.
Dong Enyu stood nearby, holding a glass of wine, deep in thought.
Based on their conversation, she had already guessed something.
Yong Le’s attack on Master Ming’s territory was likely instigated by the two of them.
Now that Master Ming was hospitalized due to a stroke from anger, and with no one to take over his position, the Boss would naturally assign the territory to the most capable subordinates of Wutang, which were Han Ge and Qi Ge.
“Come here!”
Just as Dong Enyu was lost in thought, a man approached her and pulled her over to the sofa area.
A few followers were playing cards, and three female attendants were accompanying them with drinks.
The man pressed Dong Enyu down onto the sofa and immediately picked up a deck of cards, saying they were playing a game of high card, where the loser had to take off a piece of clothing, asking Dong Enyu if she dared to join.
She glanced at the female attendants; most of them had already stripped down, but the men were fully dressed, clearly just toying with the female attendants, indicating that the game was rigged.
“Alright, but please go easy on me, gentlemen.”
However, she couldn’t afford to offend either side.
The men exchanged glances, quickly shuffled the cards, and let Dong Enyu draw one.
“Three of clubs.”
She lowered her gaze and placed the card on the table.
The man next to her drew a card, “Seven of hearts, take it off!”
Upon hearing this, Dong Enyu obediently removed her outer layer of veil.
“Five of clubs.”
She drew another card, which was pitifully low.
“Nine of spades, take it off!”
The man slammed the nine of spades on the table, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Dong Enyu.
She was slow to undress, her movements enticing, and she wondered what would be left of her after this group of men was done.
Just as Dong Enyu unbuttoned her tank top, she glanced around the private room.
Han Ge and Qi Ge were each holding a female escort, chatting and laughing happily, while Yong Le seemed to have disappeared; she hadn’t seen him since entering the room.
The one she was most concerned about was Luo Ye, who was quietly leaning against the wall, sipping her drink.
Her face was hidden in the shadow beneath her hat, but Dong Enyu could feel her gaze fixed on her without blinking.
…Are they laughing at me?
Dong Enyu blinked and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
In the next few rounds of cards, Dong Enyu lost miserably.
Every time she drew, she ended up with the smallest numbers or a club, while the men seemed to have a sixth sense, drawing all the high cards or better suits.
She kept silent, forcing a smile as she removed her clothes, tossing aside her skirt and shoes until she was left with only a shirt that barely covered her hips, just the right length to spark imagination.
“Brothers, I have nothing left to take off. Are we still playing?”
Dong Enyu picked up a drink from the table and downed it in one go.
She had cooperated enough; the other female escorts still had skirts to wear, but she had lost everything.
“How could there be nothing left? You’re not that young anymore, so you don’t need to worry about your dignity, right? Why not strip completely and give us a hot dance?”
One of the men, clearly drunk, said with flushed cheeks, shuffling the cards and urging Dong Enyu to draw again.
“Hey! You new girl, don’t be so ungrateful! Do you want to offend us?”
Another man slammed the table and yanked Dong Enyu’s arm.
“If we say strip, then strip! Or do you want us to get rough?”
As he spoke, he pinched her cheek, and Dong Enyu understood his crude intentions all too well.
“I truly apologize for ruining everyone’s mood. I’ll draw a card right now.”
She pushed his hand away and casually picked up a card from the table.
A club two… “Haha! No need to compare! Strip!”
The men clapped and cheered, settling back on the sofa to watch Dong Enyu’s performance.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Dong Enyu hesitated for a moment.
This group was clearly eager to see her show, and even the other female escorts were stifling giggles.
She knew her position at Star Diamond was awkward; she wasn’t introduced by Brother Peng and had no right to be at this celebration.
Now, she was a clown, forced to obey the audience’s commands.
Just as Dong Enyu unbuttoned the second button, someone grabbed her wrist.
“Cheater.”
The person who saved her was Luo Ye, her deep voice captivating, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
She accused the men of cheating, and Dong Enyu knew it too, but she had no standing to speak up.
“Y-You, Sister Ye… we were just playing around.”
The once arrogant men lowered their heads and busied themselves when they saw Luo Ye approach.
The only one caught in her gaze, who was shuffling the cards, awkwardly dropped the deck and tried to explain.
Cheating was a serious offense in their world; the worst offenders could lose their hands, while the better ones would just receive a warning.
These men loved to play tricks at Star Diamond, teasing the female escorts, so Luo Ye didn’t say much more.
“Come here,” she pulled Dong Enyu to a corner, pressing her against the wall, blocking the view of the men behind them.
Leaning in, she said softly, “A bet is a bet; strip.”
Her breath brushed against Dong Enyu’s cheek, making her heart race.
A bet is a bet.
It was Dong Enyu who chose to join this unfair game, and now that she had lost, she naturally had to face the consequences.
She knew that even with Luo Ye backing her up, the men would still harbor resentment, and it wouldn’t be good if they decided to punish Dong Enyu privately later.
So Luo Ye told her to strip, and once it was over, those men wouldn’t bother her.
However, with so little fabric left on her, she touched the buttons of her shirt and looked up at Luo Ye.
She appeared indifferent, yet she was helping Dong Enyu out of a tight spot.
“What do you think I should take off?”
Dong Enyu’s voice was soft, like a whisper of smoke, devoid of emotion.
In truth, it didn’t matter what she took off, but she was curious about what suggestion Luo Ye would give her.
Luo Ye was silent, her face hidden beneath the brim of her cap, only her prominent nose visible.
“You say, and I’ll do it.”
She slowly leaned closer, her hands cautiously resting on Luo Ye’s shoulders.
At that moment, she felt a hand on her waist, the heat radiating through her shirt, warming her body.
Luo Ye said nothing, only slowly moved her hand from Dong Enyu’s waist, slipping it under the hem of her shirt.
Her nimble fingers traced upward from the small of her back, the movements gentle yet undeniable.
After a moment of exploration, she unclasped Dong Enyu’s bra, holding the dark red lace in her left hand while her right hand continued to caress her back.
The distance between them had unknowingly closed, their breaths mingling in a tantalizing and provocative atmosphere.
