Dong Enyu didn’t argue with Young Master.
She turned back to pour wine for Master Ming, who was very quiet and hardly spoke. The atmosphere only filled with laughter when Mama-san brought in several young hostesses.
The young people were having a wild time, spilling drinks everywhere, and it wasn’t long before the sounds of rock-paper-scissors and clothes being taken off filled the room.
“Cough cough… cough…” After a few drinks, Master Ming couldn’t help but start coughing. Although he was older and shouldn’t be drinking strong liquor, he had a reputation to uphold from his younger days, so he insisted that Dong Enyu pour him the strongest drink, downing it as if it were water.
“Master Ming, please don’t drink so fast, be careful not to choke,” Dong Enyu said, patting his back to help him breathe, while taking the wine glass from his hand.
At that moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Master Ming grabbed the phone, pushing Dong Enyu aside with such force that she stumbled back onto the sofa. After answering the call, Master Ming’s face darkened instantly, and he furrowed his brows, cursing into the phone several times.
“What are you idiots doing? Do you want to get yourselves killed?” Dong Enyu vaguely heard a man on the other end hurriedly apologizing, frantically asking Master Ming to mediate.
“Leave them all there! Just wait and see how I deal with you bunch of bastards!” Master Ming lost interest, not even glancing at Dong Enyu as he hung up and prepared to leave. Young Master noticed his uncle was about to go and immediately stood up, concerned.
“Uncle Ming, where are you going? Didn’t you just arrive?”
“Something came up, I have to leave,” Master Ming said, telling Young Master not to see him off as he pushed the door open and left.
Dong Enyu sat up from the sofa, and saw Young Master looking regretful just a moment ago. As soon as Master Ming left, he burst into laughter. After all, with an adult present, it was inconvenient to have fun. Now that Master Ming was gone, Young Master could indulge freely, drinking with the young hostesses, several of whom were kneeling beside him in nothing but sexy lingerie after losing at rock-paper-scissors.
He was clearly a hedonist.
He showed no interest in mature women and completely ignored Dong Enyu, focusing instead on joking with the younger girls. Dong Enyu didn’t mind; she quietly sipped her drink while observing Young Master. He looked to be around seventeen or eighteen, very accustomed to such places, and being Master Ming’s nephew suggested he wasn’t from an ordinary family. She could hear several girls affectionately calling him “Brother Jie,” indicating he had likely visited this place many times before.
Just as Dong Enyu finished her last sip of wine, the tightly shut door suddenly swung open with a bang.
The lively atmosphere dropped to zero upon seeing the newcomer, plunging the room into silence.
Dong Enyu looked up towards the door and saw a woman.
Her long black hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, her features were sharp and well-defined, and she wore black-rimmed glasses that concealed her exceptionally cold eyes. Dressed in a black suit, her shirt was crisply pressed, and her mini skirt accentuated her feminine curves, while black stockings wrapped around her fair legs. She stood at the door in high heels, completely still.
The woman exuded an air of pride and coldness, both dangerous and alluring.
“Zhao, Teacher Zhao…” Young Master’s trembling voice revealed a hint of fear as he hurriedly stood up, and the girls beside him quickly followed suit, all calling her Teacher Zhao.
The woman remained unmoved by their words, her arms crossed over her chest, giving off an impression of looking down on the crowd even while standing at eye level.
“Teacher, it wasn’t my idea today; Uncle Ming brought me here. Before you arrived, Uncle Ming said he had to leave. You can ask them; I swear I’m not lying!” Young Master seemed genuinely afraid of Teacher Zhao, continuously explaining and urging the girls beside him to vouch for him.
“Yes, Teacher Zhao, Master Ming really was here just now…” one of the girls in sexy lingerie chimed in, but her voice grew softer as Teacher Zhao shot her a warning glance, causing her to immediately fall silent.
The sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed, and it felt as if an invisible aura surrounded the woman. As she approached, a chilling presence enveloped the room, and even Dong Enyu, who had seen many people, couldn’t help but be intimidated by the woman’s aura. She held her breath, staring at the woman, aware that she was extremely displeased at that moment.
Young Master couldn’t withstand the pressure of the silence, and when the woman came within a foot of him, he actually jumped up, ready to flee.
The woman was faster; she yanked Young Master forward. Although he was still a minor, he had developed well and stood taller than her by a head, but with his collar in her grip, his legs trembled and he crouched slightly, making him appear much smaller.
Slap! — A crisp sound rang out, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on Young Master’s pale cheek.
The surrounding hostesses lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, as a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the room.
Master Ming’s nephew had been slapped, and it was by a woman with a cold and fierce demeanor.
“Do you know why I hit you?” Teacher Zhao spoke slowly, her voice melodious yet filled with an air of arrogance that instilled fear, as if she were addressing a servant rather than Master Ming’s privileged nephew.
“Because I didn’t call to inform you in advance,” Young Master replied honestly, not showing any defiance. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the woman, his head hung low like a child who had done something wrong.
“Do you think you deserved it?” Teacher Zhao asked again, her tone clearly threatening.
“That.” Young Master covered his swollen cheek and blurted out without hesitation, then added, “Teacher, there won’t be a next time, I promise.”
Dong Enyu listened to Young Master’s promise, her gaze shifting between the woman and the young master. The nephew brought by Master Ming should belong to a powerful underworld family, yet he was completely submissive to Teacher Zhao, not daring to dodge even after being hit. She even noticed tears welling in Young Master’s eyes, seemingly upset about the slap. The public reprimand, especially in front of the public relations sister, made him feel humiliated.
The woman ignored him, and only when Young Master sincerely apologized did she finally release her grip on his collar.
As Young Master fell back onto the sofa, the public relations staff immediately surrounded him, offering massages and comfort, clearly feeling sorry for his predicament. However, Teacher Zhao did not leave. She sat on high heels not far from Dong Enyu, just as she was about to pour herself a drink, Dong Enyu was quicker and handed her a drink first.
“Please, enjoy.” She smiled, completely unfazed by Teacher Zhao’s icy glare.
The woman stared at her for a while before accepting the drink, sipping it while sizing up Dong Enyu. Her gaze was bold, scrutinizing from head to toe, and Dong Enyu didn’t mind. When she saw the woman’s glass was empty, she stepped forward to refill it. After five glasses of strong liquor, the woman downed each one in a single gulp. Her drinking style was elegant yet generous, finishing each glass without turning red or gasping for breath.
…It was like drinking plain water.
“Hello, my name is Dong Enyu. I started working here today,” she said while pouring the sixth glass, “My boyfriend kicked me out, and luckily Mama-san took pity on me, allowing me to stay here temporarily. It’s really hard to find such kind people in this day and age.” Listening to Dong Enyu’s casual remarks, the woman showed no reaction.
After sizing up Dong Enyu, she turned away without sparing her another glance, yet continued to drink.
“I heard Young Master call you teacher. Do you teach at a school?” Seeing that the other party remained silent but continued to drink, Dong Enyu naturally wanted to strike up a conversation, so she casually said, “You don’t look like a strict school teacher; you seem more like a secretary.” She was right; the woman’s strong and cold demeanor was far from the refined image of a teacher.
“But you really care for your students, coming all the way to a nightclub for them. That must be quite exhausting. I assume you…” Before she could finish her sentence, a strong smell of alcohol hit her directly, and Dong Enyu couldn’t dodge in time, getting splashed with liquor all over her face.
The one who splashed her was, of course, Teacher Zhao.
Dong Enyu blinked, the droplets of alcohol sliding down her face, rolling from her nose to her lips.
“I’m sorry if I was too talkative; I apologize.” She wasn’t angry; instead, she smiled and admitted her fault, grabbing a tissue from the table to wipe her face and the stained clothes.
“I’m new here, so if I offended you, please forgive me.” As soon as she finished speaking, the woman pinched her chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
Dong Enyu’s gaze was calm and steady.
Teacher Zhao’s eyes were cold and commanding.
The two gazes clashed like lightning, colliding in the air.
After a long moment, Teacher Zhao’s beautiful lips finally moved, “You have indeed offended me.” Her voice was soft, but the weight of her words was heavy.
Offended… What a serious phrase.
Dong Enyu’s long eyelashes fluttered under the dim light, unable to meet the woman’s gaze directly.
She appeared timid.
“However, I will give you a chance to make amends.” As Teacher Zhao spoke, her breath brushed against Dong Enyu’s lips.
She pulled Dong Enyu away from the private room, and as soon as they stepped out, they saw Mama-san standing in the hallway, looking flustered, seemingly about to approach them.
“Teacher Zhao, Young Master…” Clearly, she was not unfamiliar with Teacher Zhao. Knowing that Master Ming had left, Mama-san’s face turned pale when she saw Teacher Zhao chasing after him. She hurried over to explain but saw Teacher Zhao pulling Dong Enyu’s arm as they headed out.
The woman ignored Mama-san, merely giving her a warning glance before pointing at Dong Enyu behind her.
What does this mean? Mama-san immediately understood.
She nodded vigorously, bowing and saying, “Of course, of course.” With those two words, she sent Dong Enyu off. Once they entered the elevator, neither spoke, but Dong Enyu could feel the strength in the grip on her arm and the coldness of the woman’s touch. She turned to look at the woman; they were of similar height, but Teacher Zhao was slender and appeared no older than twenty-five. Young yet commanding.
