Qiu Zeyu chuckled, "Of course, it also has to do with their respective operations. Take Jingcheng Club, for instance. My old man was one of its founding members, but eventually, even he didn’t want to go anymore. The monthly fees kept going up, the service got worse, and despite claiming to cap the number of members to a maximum of 1000, by 2000, they’d already surpassed that number."
Zhou Wang realized, that meant the threshold for the club was constantly lowering, and who knows how many shady people snuck in, which naturally made the place a mess.
"In short, the clubs in Beidou were indeed exceptional back in the day, especially the big four, each with its own unique charm. But now they’ve all fallen, I suppose it’s partly due to the trends of the times. Our generation of young people just doesn’t prefer the quiet private room settings that much."
Qiu Zeyu laughed heartily, "Villas’ house parties are more real, or you could go dancing at Gongti... But of course, I’m not sure if you’re into those scenes, so for our first get-together, I set up a house party. The main draw is a mix of excitement and calm!"
"Also, little brother, don’t take Zihan’s jokes to heart. The maids here are from top-notch clubs. If you really want to experience some exclusive club activities, it’s not entirely out of the question..."
At the end, Qiu Zeyu winked at Zhou Wang.
"Come on, bro, don’t tease me. I’ve barely even dated before, I’m afraid I won’t be able to relax around these girls..."
Zhou Wang quickly shook his head upon hearing this.
"That’s easy, I bet there’ll be quite a few young girls at today’s party. If you spot a clean one you like, just let me know, and I’ll wingman for you!"
Qiu Zeyu, believing it wholeheartedly, patted his chest and said.
...
While Zhou Wang and Qiu Zeyu were chatting and hearing about the lavish antics he boasted about from his clubbing days, just two streets away from Beidou No.1 Courtyard, a yellow Maserati GT stuck in traffic was honking frantically.
"How do these bastards even drive? Such a wide road and they still get stuck, should’ve known I should’ve taken that back alley!"
"Yan, can you stop honking? My ears are getting a bit much."
In the front seat, Cheng Yiyi, holding onto her gown’s neckline, with her makeup perfectly done, couldn’t help but speak up.
"Sorry, Yiyi, I usually don’t talk this much. It’s just those jerks in front are so irritating, I have no idea how they’re driving..."
Once Cheng Yiyi spoke up, Zhao Yan switched to a smiling face and explained, "Mainly it’s because it’s almost eight-thirty. Looks like we’re gonna be an hour late, and that’s not quite right."
"Yan, didn’t you say the party’s being thrown by a good buddy of yours? Being a little late shouldn’t matter, right?"
Xu Jing, poking her head out from the back seat, giggled as she chimed in.
Her gown’s neckline was also quite low, but she didn’t bother to cover it up like Cheng Yiyi, instead boldly showing it off.
As she leaned forward, Zhao Yan caught sight of her display in the rear-view mirror and found it hard to look away. However, mindful of Song Rui quietly sitting in the back and Cheng Yiyi beside him, he couldn’t just keep staring.
Hearing Xu Jing’s words, Zhao Yan cleared his throat and said, "Of course, my buddy and I are pretty close, but today the venue’s provided by someone else. Like I said, several rich kids from the Beijing Circle are attending, so it’s definitely not good for us to be too late..."
"Hehe, Yan, no biggie, I’ll accompany you to apologize later if needed. Don’t worry, Yiyi can’t drink much, but I can!"
"Excellent, I’m counting on you today. But I’m telling you, Xiao Jing, if you get drunk today, it’ll be well worth it, I promise you that the alcohol in your veins will definitely be mingled with gold..."
"Really?"
"Of course it’s true. I’m telling you, those Ace of Spades costing two or three thousand bucks are like tap water at these parties, just drink up..."
"Wow!"
Listening to the exchange between Xu Jing and Zhao Yan, Song Rui huddled on the other side of the Maserati GT’s backseat, watching Xu Jing’s hips sway dangerously close to his face several times.
Though he wanted to say something, seeing her obliviousness, Song Rui didn’t know how to open his mouth and held back, just moving a bit to the side.
...Though the Maserati is a two-door four-seater sports car, the rear isn’t meant for real seating, it’s seriously cramped.
When Zhao Yan let him into the car, he was winking and suggesting he’d drive rather aggressively so Song Rui could maybe make a move on Xu Jing.
Song Rui could only awkwardly smile at this. If it wasn’t for Zhao Yan mentioning that only cars pre-registered like his could enter the neighborhood, and Xu Jing’s reluctance, Song Rui had planned to just get a cab.
And Zhao Yan and Cheng Yiyi didn’t know that if he really wanted Xu Jing, he would have succeeded long ago...
The day after Cheng Yiyi introduced Xu Jing to him, when they were partying at Gongti Night Club, Xu Jing got drunk. At that time, as Song Rui sent her back to the hotel, Xu Jing clung to him with no sense of propriety, making the inexperienced Song Rui panic and leave her there.
Later, Xu Jing seemed unaffected, and Song Rui only thought she was too drunk then, though he vaguely sensed her attitude toward him had grown colder.