【Conquer】 (4)

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Four Club No. 9 retains the essence of traditional Chinese architecture. The main building was converted from the old house of a high-ranking Kuomintang

general , and the club itself is a key cultural relic under national protection.

Unlike typical high-end clubs with their opulent and grand entrance, the main entrance is a rather ordinary

double wooden door.

Song Hui parked his car, and Sasha, carrying the latest LV bag, couldn't wait for the car to come to a complete stop before opening the door and getting out

. Seeing the beautiful woman in a blue cheongsam standing to the side with her legs together, Song Hui's heart immediately burned with desire.

Ever since Zhou Peng lured Sasha from Hangzhou, he had been suppressing his desires so he could savor her properly.

He kept calling her, sending her gifts, and showering her with performance opportunities. Finally, today the beauty relented

and agreed to let Song Hui stay for the night after the party. So, Song Hui was just hoping to see everyone he needed to see and then

head home.

Sasha took Song Hui's hand, and after confirming their identities at the door, they were led into the club by the manager.

They went to a room on the second floor, where Song Hui pressed Sasha against the wall behind the door, his hand sliding down the opening between her legs

to her firm, shapely buttocks.

"Sasha, you're such a little beauty, how did you grow such a perky butt? It's so smooth!" Song

Hui panted heavily, his head buried in the little beauty's neck, nibbling wildly.

"Ugh... um... this is... my first... first time, be gentle... didn't I promise you I'd go back, I gave it to

you..." Sasha clenched her fists and pressed them against Song Hui's chest, shaking her head from side to side to avoid him, but Song Hui

's arms were like iron clamps, preventing Sasha's sexy body from moving freely, and Sasha's frantic twisting of

her slender waist only further stimulated the bulge in Song Hui's crotch.

Just as Sasha was about to give up, the shrill ringtone of a cell phone rang. Song Hui

answered the phone , but his temper vanished as soon as he heard the voice on the other end: "Hello, Dad, I've arrived, um... I'm in the room! Hey,

I'll be right down... Okay, okay."

After hanging up with Wang Ye, Song Hui straightened his clothes to make sure there was nothing inappropriate. Sasha

quickly touched up her makeup, smoothed her hair, and took Song Hui's arm again. The two walked towards the lobby.

Song Hui wasn't worried about Wang Ye seeing him bring other women to the party. Zhuo Na's personality was almost identical to

his mother-in-law's ; neither of them liked socializing. So when they went out, Song Hui would always bring some

beautiful women as companions. As for whether he had an affair with his companions, there was no need for Wang Ye, this "senior," to nag about it

. Sometimes, Song Hui would wonder when Wang Ye would slip a few female celebrities between his fingers for him to have his way with

—that would be perfect.

Entering the reception hall, golden lights bathed the entire space. People stood in twos and threes, chatting, and

the occasional laughter of women made the violin piece "Canon" even more intoxicating.

In the largest circle of people, Song Hui spotted Wang Ye immediately and greeted him with a smile. Before he even reached

him, a young man handed him two glasses of wine. "Your companion today is so beautiful

. Brother Hui, your taste is getting better and better," the young man said with a smile, slightly cautiously.

Song Hui recognized the man, Wang Yuanhao, the son of a distant relative of Wang Ye. He was a fourth-

year student at Shanghai International Studies University and had recently joined Wang Ye's headquarters in Shanghai for an internship. Song Hui hadn't expected him to be

at today's gathering with Wang Ye.

Song Hui smiled but didn't reply. Ironically, Song Hui was normally quite easygoing

, but Wang Ye had repeatedly told him to maintain a certain distance, otherwise being too

agreeable would only invite contempt—a strange logic indeed. He took the wine glass, first handing it to Sasha, then

nodding to Wang Yuanhao before leading Sasha towards Wang Ye.

"Xiao Hui, come here, let me introduce you to Luo Meisha, the owner of Club No. 9." Wang Ye's voice

was deep and resonant, carrying a powerful aura, much like the impression he gave to others. However, Song Hui's

attention was already drawn to the person beside Wang Ye.

Luo Meisha wore a silver-gray evening gown, her long, thick, black hair flowing smoothly over her

bare shoulder. Her delicate oval face was lightly made up, her skin smooth and fair, shimmering with a captivating

glow. Especially striking were her almond-shaped eyes, which seemed to be

telling , occasionally sparkling with lively light as they turned. Her fair, slender neck, adorned with a sapphire necklace,

added a touch of allure; the evening gown clung tightly to her body, yet still couldn't conceal her impressive breasts

, the sheer fabric making them seem as if they were about to burst forth. Song Hui felt his nose was about to bleed.

How could there be such a beauty who made him want to pin her down and fuck her the moment he saw her? Song Hui dared not

read He smiled and shook hands with Luo Meisha, saying, "Sister Meisha, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Luo Meisha looked at Song Hui with a half-smile and said, "Chairman Wang's son-in-law is indeed a handsome man, but

it's a pity he's picked up Chairman Wang's bad habits."

Wang Ye laughed, "I have bad habits? I didn't know that. Hahaha!" "

I've heard that Chairman Wang's beautiful wife and daughter are stunningly beautiful. Why do you keep them hidden at home? Why don't you bring them out to

enhance the ambiance of my club?" Luo Meisha curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but her eyes glanced at Song Hui and Shasha.

Song Hui chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "Sister Meisha, I'll definitely

bring . The style here is really great!" He then winked at Sasha, who smiled and stepped forward to

hand the gift to Luo Meisha, saying, "Hello, Sister Meisha."

Luo Meisha covered her mouth and laughed, "I usually call Chairman Wang 'Brother Wang,' but you call me 'Sister,' Song Hui. Isn't that

a bit too much of a generation gap? And now you have such a delicate little beauty calling me 'Sister,' it seems I'm really getting old! Doing more

spa treatments is all for naught!" Sasha blushed and didn't know how to continue.

Luo Meisha grasped Sasha's hand, looked her up and down again, and praised, "You're getting more and more beautiful the more I look at you.

What's your name?"

"Sasha..."

Luo Meisha was taken aback, then giggled, "I can't help but recognize a girl now."

While Luo Meisha was teasing him, Wang Ye had seen right through Sasha with his eyes that seemed to strip someone naked

, and an uncontrollable flame ignited in his eyes.

The party went very smoothly, and everyone felt right at home. With Romisha constantly creating

conversation , laughter frequently filled the air. Only two people seemed somewhat distracted. Song Hui felt like he was about to explode

, especially seeing Romisha, a beautiful woman exuding mature charm. His mouth went dry, and he finally

made it to 10 o'clock. He figured it was time to say goodbye, and leaving now wouldn't be a problem. So he decided to

head back to Romisha's apartment early and win over the beauty.

Just as he was about to walk toward Sasha, who was chatting with other women, Wang Yuanhao suddenly appeared out of nowhere

and stood in front of Song Hui: "Brother Hui, Uncle San said that a few more directors will be coming later. He thinks

Sasha has good potential and wants to introduce her to them. If you're not busy, you can leave now."

Song Hui felt as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer, and froze. He could no longer hear

what Wang Yuanhao was saying. He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous pretentious attitude in front of Wang Yuanhao had been. Seeing the mockery in

Wang Yuanhao's eyes, Song Hui mechanically replied, "Really? That's great! I have to

leave early, so please tell Dad I'm going to my room to get my bag."

As Song Hui stumbled out of the living room, he caught a glimpse of Wang Yuanhao talking to Sasha,

followed by Sasha's excited expression as she left with him.

Back in his room, Song Hui slammed the door shut and began kicking the sofa violently: "Wang Ye, I'll fuck your mother! Fuck

fuck fuck!" After this release, he lay on the bed, panting heavily. But the thought of Sasha moaning under Wang Ye's

crotch Song Hui feel a tightness in his chest.

Standing up, he picked up his bag, and his eyes fell on the LV bag at the foot of the bed. Song Hui felt a pang of

irritation. "Damn it, someone else would have been better off with it." He walked over, picked up the bag, and

emptied its contents, feeling a little better afterward.

Suddenly, the door started clicking, and Sasha's giggles and a man's deep laughter came through the door

. A chill ran down Song Hui's spine; without thinking, he crawled under the bed.

(To be continued)

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