No one dared try to keep Su Youchuan there. When he stood up, they said their goodbyes and watched him leave.
Li Yun'ao stood up too, his arm around the young male escort in his lap, and gave everyone in the private room a wicked grin.
"Well, the star of the show's gone, so I'm leaving too. You boys know how it is. I'm off to have some fun."
"Woohoo~"
A chorus of teasing cheers immediately erupted in the room. Han Dong did not look at them. A short distance away, Lin Xu and Yang Shaoying were already partying like crazy.
Li Yun'ao left with the young male escort, grinning so hard his face nearly split. The pretty young male escort left on the sofa to attend to Su Youchuan suddenly became an "orphan."
He did feel a little regretful that a relatively normal big fish like Su Youchuan had left, but that regret did not last long before Han Dong pulled him into his arms.
"Ow~ That hurts~ Don't pinch so hard~ Young Master Han..."
He was a little afraid of Han Dong. This man's reputation, along with those of Lin Xu and Yang Shaoying, who were singing and dancing with beautiful women nearby, was known to everyone. But he had no right to refuse.
"Heh... you little slut~ You were awfully attentive just now. Let me see if your mouth is as soft as your waist."
Han Dong's icy fingers stroked the pretty young male escort's neck and back inch by inch, like a venomous snake slowly crawling through the shadows, sinister and cold, sending chills down his spine.
His hand stopped an inch above the young man's hips. He deliberately lowered his voice to a husky murmur, and as his words ended, he abruptly shoved the pretty young male escort to the floor on his knees.
His knees slammed into the floor strewn with broken glass. The sudden, intense pain almost made his expression crack, but his professionalism allowed him to endure it.
"Pat, pat..."
"Baby... come here..."
Han Dong leaned lazily against the sofa, the cigar between his lips giving off fine wisps of white smoke. His eyes lowered, he patted his thigh twice, his gaze dark.
The pretty young male escort could not stop trembling inside, but outwardly, he obediently approached him with a perfectly measured smile and lowered his whole face into his lap...
In this setting filled with extravagance and suggestive mood lighting, what was happening here attracted no attention at all.
Han Dong leaned against the back of the sofa, his head tilted slightly upward, his long fingers gripping the pretty young male escort's hair. He gently blew out a smoke ring, the smoke blurring his vision.
Before his eyes lost focus, he seemed to catch a glimpse through the gap in the half-closed private room door of the figure who haunted his dreams-Shang Shujue, dressed in a white shirt.
"Fuck!"
Han Dong's eyes instantly cleared. He pulled the flushed pretty young male escort up, hastily straightened himself out, and walked straight out of the private room.
He left in a hurry without alerting anyone except the pretty young male escort left behind.
The young man sat there in a daze for a moment, then spat out what was in his mouth. So disgusting... ugh.
When Han Dong reached the corridor, he did indeed see Shang Shujue. He stood alone at the end of the hallway, his head lowered as he spoke to someone on the phone, his brows tightly knitted. Even angry, his exquisitely handsome face was as beautiful as a ragdoll cat.
Thump, thump, thump...
Han Dong heard a strange sound. Only after listening carefully did he realize it was his own racing heartbeat.
In all his life, he had never liked or treasured anyone so much. That dumbass Su Youchuan had no taste. Not liking Shang Shujue was his loss.
Thinking this, Han Dong unconsciously walked toward Shang Shujue. His steps were light and steady, his gaze never leaving the person at the end of the hallway.
Feeling that burning gaze, Shang Shujue looked toward its source. His expression paused when he saw Han Dong approaching, then he looked away and went straight into the elevator.
"Shang Shujue! Wait-"
Han Dong took long strides, reaching out to press the button before the elevator doors closed. The doors, which had been about to shut, opened again.
Shang Shujue could not help rolling his eyes. Carrying the stomach medicine in his hand, he stepped farther back and continued talking to Song Yanqing on the phone, ignoring Han Dong as he entered.
"I'm in the elevator. I'll be there in five minutes, so hang on a little longer. You're nothing but a fucking hassle all day. I told you not to come here. You can't even drink, but you still had to go against me? Serves you right if it hurts like hell."
The moment Shang Shujue finished speaking, he briskly hung up. Only then did Han Dong notice the medicine bag in his hand. He was somewhat concerned about what medicine was inside.
"Young Master Shang, since you came here with a friend, why didn't you come find us in room 037? Su Youchuan was there just now too, but he's already left. You missed him."
As Han Dong spoke, he discreetly shifted closer to Shang Shujue. His leather shoes made a faint scraping sound against the floor, conspicuous in the quiet elevator.
"Oh." Shang Shujue put his phone in his trouser pocket and adjusted his shirt sleeves with an indifferent expression. His fair wrists, faintly exposed, were as pink as his knuckles, a feast for the eyes.
"I'm not interested in paying for sex. Have your fun without me. I find it filthy. You'd better stay away from me right now. The smell on you is overwhelming. It's making me nauseous. I really want to throw up."
With one remark, Shang Shujue shattered Han Dong's erotic fantasies and stripped away his last shred of cover, openly spelling out what he had done, leaving him mortified and furious.
"Shang Shujue! What's that supposed to mean?! You can't get Su Youchuan, so now you're spreading slander? You're really something!"
Han Dong's expression was utterly ugly. He spoke with every bit of righteous conviction he could muster. It was hardly his first time smearing someone without blushing or batting an eye.
"Heh!"
"You know perfectly well what you usually do in that private room. Don't try to smear me."
Without so much as glancing at Han Dong, Shang Shujue merely sneered, then took out his phone and showed him the video on its screen. It was surveillance footage from room 037, showing him forcing the pretty young male escort...
"If you have a problem with it, call the police. Let's see whether they investigate you or me when they get here."
"Shang Shujue, you-"
After stepping out of the elevator, Shang Shujue traced a dividing line with his foot. Before Han Dong could charge out in humiliated fury, he quickly raised a hand and pointed at him, saying calmly:
"Hey~ If you dare cross that line I just drew and set foot on this floor today, this video on my phone will be online the very next second. Want to take that bet?"
"..." Han Dong did not dare gamble. If his old man found out about his proclivities, he would break his legs. All he could do was kick the wall in a frenzy and spit out a threat. "Shang Shujue, well done. One of these days, I'm going to fuck you to death!"
"Heh, really? Say that after you've survived your old man. Good luck~ You little piece of trash."
Looking at him, Shang Shujue curled his lips into a smile that did not reach his eyes and waved his long fingers like a beckoning cat. At that moment, he truly looked just like a regal, coldly beautiful ragdoll cat.
"Shang Shujue! Don't you dare-"
The elevator doors closed, stopping Han Dong from rushing out to prevent Shang Shujue from sending the video to the head of the Han family. The video was successfully sent.
Shang Shujue: Tch~ You damned scumbag, stay the hell away from me. If you dare mess with me, I'll have to give you something to keep you busy! ╯^╰