A dangerous glint flashed in Jiang Muyan's eyes.
The fingers that had been resting properly on Song Yutang's shoulder slowly slid down along the delicate line of her shoulder.
They grazed the curve of her back with a barely perceptible touch, slid all the way to her waist, then rubbed her bottom with just enough pressure.
"Ah..."
Song Yutang instantly sprang off the sofa like a startled rabbit and swung her hand back in a slap.
Smack-
The crisp sound rang out distinctly in the private room.
Jiang Muyan's head turned to one side, his cheek burning.
Yet his eyes curved slightly behind his glasses.
Good. A fierce reaction and strong defensive instincts.
"What happened? What happened?" Startled by the commotion, Wen Jingyan hurriedly set down her wineglass.
"He... h-he... he touched me." Song Yutang's face flushed red, and she stammered.
Wen Jingyan froze and looked at Jiang Muyan.
He quickly lowered his head, putting on an aggrieved expression. "I... I only wanted to massage your lower back, sis. Sitting too long can make it sore..."
Song Yutang was both embarrassed and furious. "Was that massaging my lower back? You were clearly... clearly up to no good. Get out. I don't want your services anymore."
Gu Zheng nearly laughed aloud as he watched from the side, deliberately gloating. "Sis, you came here and hired a male model. If you're not going to flirt a little, were you really just planning to chat?"
"Of course I only wanted to chat," Song Yutang said with complete conviction. "Everything I read online said legitimate male models just drink with you, chat with you, and play games with you. They only provide emotional value. He clearly crossed the line. That was harassment."
Gu Zheng couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
So this sister-in-law, who looked so imposing, was actually this... innocent?
Her understanding of male models was still this bland and watery?
The little bit of resentment Jiang Muyan had felt over being slapped vanished like smoke.
Good. My wife has clear boundaries, reacts fiercely, and is guarding her chastity like jade for me.
That slap was worth it.
He put on a suitably panicked look. "I'm sorry, sis. It was my fault... I'll leave right away."
Wen Jingyan looked at the closed door, then at Song Yutang, whose chest was heaving with anger, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "All right, all right, calm down. The people in places like this vary in quality anyway. Don't be angry. I'll get you a few well-behaved ones instead."
But Song Yutang shook her head. "No. If even the top model is like that, the others will only be worse."
Gu Zheng quickly handed Wen Jingyan a glass of wine, looking as though he might burst into tears. "Little sis, I'm very well-behaved. Please don't kick me out. I can't compete with the sales champion. If I don't get any customers, I'll have to go home and live on the northwest wind. My dad who had a stroke, my seriously ill mom, and my mentally ill brother are all depending on me."
Wen Jingyan turned toward him in confusion. "Didn't your dad break his leg at a construction site? How did it become a stroke?"
Rather than feeling ashamed, Gu Zheng seemed proud, taking her arm and swinging it back and forth. "I'm making it up. Whatever I dream up comes out of my mouth. Sis, you're so beautiful. You won't be angry with me, will you?"
Wen Jingyan laughed at his antics. "That depends on what you can do."
Gu Zheng immediately raised a glass of wine to her lips. "Little sis, it's perfectly normal for a brother and sister to be close. Here, let me give you a sip..."
Wen Jingyan hesitated for a moment, then actually lowered her head and drank from the glass in his hand.
Song Yutang was very good at reading the room.
Seeing this, she immediately stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."
"Yutang..."
"Little sis, shall I show you a magic trick?"
Wen Jingyan wanted to say something else, but Gu Zheng quickly captured her attention again.
Song Yutang left the private room without trouble.
On the way to the restroom, she cursed that top male model eight hundred times in her mind.
Sure enough, cheap goods are no good, and good goods aren't cheap...
Wait, fifty thousand an hour isn't cheap either.
His professional standards are just too low.
Who said male models all knew how to pamper people?
Sure enough, to really enjoy yourself, you have to be powerful and high-ranking like the princesses in storybooks, able to wipe out someone's entire clan at any moment. Only then will they obey your every wish and never dare try anything...
"Heeey, beautiful~~~~"
While Song Yutang was still fuming, a powerful stench of alcohol mixed with bad breath assailed her from behind.
She turned around with a frown and saw a rich playboy dressed like a gaudy peacock.
His hair was slicked down to a glossy sheen, and the luxury watch on his wrist gleamed dazzlingly.
His leering gaze swept her from head to toe. "Hey, beautiful. All alone?"
Song Yutang didn't want to bother with him and turned to leave.
But the man stepped along with her, deliberately moving closer. "Don't be in such a hurry to go. I saw you come out of that private room... Being alone is so boring. How about I buy you a drink? I've opened a bottle of Ace of Spades."
As he spoke, he actually reached out to touch Song Yutang's face.
Song Yutang's gaze chilled. She took half a step back to dodge his groping hand, drew a deep breath, and loosened her wrists and neck.
Her joints gave faint clicks.
Perfect. All this anger and nowhere to vent it.
Just as she clenched her fist, ready to strike that greasy face, there was a bang-
Accompanied by the man's squeals like a pig being slaughtered, a dark figure darted out from the side.
Before Song Yutang could even make out who it was, several punches had landed on the bridge of the man's nose.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Then a heavy blow struck his abdomen, and he collapsed to the floor curled up like a shrimp, groaning in pain.
Her fist still raised in midair, Song Yutang stared blankly at the top model who had suddenly appeared before her.
Jiang Muyan shook out his wrist. "Are you all right? Places like this are chaotic. Don't wander around alone."
Song Yutang snapped out of it and grew even angrier. "Who asked you to stick your nose into my business?"
"Huh? Did I do something wrong agai-"
Jiang Muyan was halfway through his explanation when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a tiny flash of reflected light behind a potted plant at the other end of the corridor.
It was a camera lens.
Someone was secretly taking pictures.
His gaze instantly sharpened, and he turned and strode over without another word.
The paparazzo hiding behind the potted plant hadn't expected to be discovered. Startled, he turned to run.
But Jiang Muyan was too fast. He caught up in a few strides and snatched the camera from his hands.
Seeing his camera taken, the paparazzo fled in panic without looking back.
Jiang Muyan stared in the direction the man had fled, his brows tightly knitted.
He ran off so readily. He didn't seem like an ordinary gossip reporter. More like...
He had come prepared, just to take pictures?
Song Yutang followed him over and looked at the camera in his hands in confusion. "What's going on?"
Jiang Muyan said nothing and switched on the camera with a grave expression.
Song Yutang leaned over to look, and her expression changed too.
There were quite a few photographs, all taken from cunning angles.
Some showed her and Wen Jingyan sitting on the sofa in the private room, but shot through the crack in the door, the forced perspective made it look as though she was sitting right beside that top male model, the two of them intimate.
Others captured the instant that man had leaned toward her in the corridor.
He was almost pressed against her, while her profile and slightly raised fist had been cleverly left out or blurred, making it look as though they were entangled in a flirtatious embrace.
The most damning were two consecutive shots.
Because of the angle and timing, however, the first looked as though Jiang Muyan was approaching her from behind.
In the second, because of the floral-shirted man's falling movement, at first glance it actually looked as though Jiang Muyan was holding her in his arms.
The framing was extremely misleading.
If these photos got out, paired with sensational headlines and captions-
Such as [Wife of the Jiang Family's Eldest Grandson Drinks Away Her Sorrows at a Club Late at Night, Gets Intimate with Mystery Man], [Lonely Wealthy Wife Gets Entangled with Two Men at Club]...