In the private room of the hotel, a charming woman sang with a microphone. Her singing voice was melodious and her singing was more moving than the original singer.
Her clothes were scantily clad, and her huge earrings shone with exaggerated brilliance in the dim light. She was the focus of the entire private room, and the eyes of all the men were lingering on her.
She has a hot figure, and the men's eyes fall on her beautiful curves intentionally or unintentionally, showing eager greed, while the women's eyes stare directly at her proud and erect breasts, with leering eyes.
jealous.
Mu Lengrui held the goblet with two slender fingers and was sipping the wine. The melodious singing reached his ears, but it failed to cause any ripples.
With his clear gaze, women were staring at him expectantly for a week, but he was just patrolling like a high-ranking king, without deliberately looking at anyone.
A lady in pure attire glanced at the expressionless Young Master Mu Da, glanced at the woman who was singing, curled her lips, filled a glass of red wine, walked up to the singing woman, and grabbed the woman's hand holding the microphone.
"Sister Mei, you must be thirsty after singing for so long. Let's drink a glass of wine to quench your thirst first..." The sister Mei she mentioned was the woman who deeply loved Mu Qingyun, Mei Lingling.
Mei Lingling paused in her singing. She obviously didn't expect that there would be someone grabbing the microphone midway, and said lukewarmly: "Miss Yuan Jingting, I'm not thirsty, and I haven't finished singing yet..."
All eyes at the scene were focused on these two women. Yuan Jingting used a little force to snatch the microphone away and forced the red wine to Mei Lingling.
Mei Lingling turned her hand away, and the goblet slipped from her hand and shattered into pieces. The red wine spilled all over the floor.
"Oh, Sister Mei, are you okay?" Yuan Jingting pretended to be concerned, took a step back, and seemed to pull Mei Lingling in her direction. In the process of pulling, her little hand suddenly turned over and pushed Mei Lingling out.
Mei Lingling had no preparation. She took a step back in a hurry, trying to grab something, but failed. She fell to the ground, and her tight skirt tore with a "squeak" sound, and her beauty was released.
"Ah!" The short skirt was pulled up to her waist, with only a little edge attached to the top. She used her hands to cover it. How could it cover so much spring sunshine?
"Sister Mei, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Yuan Jingting stepped forward with concern and half-bent down.
Mei Lingling couldn't express her pain. Others wouldn't notice such detailed movements and thought she had fallen accidentally.
"I'm fine..." She grabbed the torn corner in panic, but sitting on the ground, she couldn't close it at all. She whispered to Yuan Jingting: "Can you help me cover it so I can stand up...
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Before she finished speaking, Yuan Jingting had already picked up the microphone and said in a cooing voice: "Sister Mei is tired. Let's take a short break. I will sing a song with everyone..."
Mei Lingling sat awkwardly on the ground next to her, her slender thighs exposed to the air. She lowered her head and cast a look for help at the people in the private room.
The people who came together were basically acquaintances, otherwise they would not be in the same private room. But at this time, for some unknown reason, everyone turned a blind eye to her embarrassment.
After Yuan Jingting finished her announcement, the men cheered and the women clapped. The men's eyes roamed over Mei Lingling's exposed skin, while the woman showed a sneer on her face. The cheers and applause contained a lot of hesitation.
Yuan Jingting smiled shyly and ordered a love song. While singing, she discharged her electricity frequently in the direction of Mu Lengrui.
Mu Lengrui stood up, stared in the direction of the circular platform, and walked slowly over with a shocking momentum.
Yuan Jingting's pupils showed a look of surprise, and she sang even harder on the round stage. She touched her forehead with her fingertips and narrowed her eyes slightly, looking very intoxicated.
There was always a slit in her eyes. Young Master Mu in her field of vision was getting closer and closer, and her heart rose little by little as Young Master Mu approached.
If she had seen Mu Lengrui's eyes clearly, she would definitely not be waiting with such an expression of joy.
Mu Lengrui walked over slowly, his deep pupils filled with a hint of ice that made women fearful. Wherever he walked, people around him involuntarily moved aside.
Yuan Jingting sang as loudly as she could. In order to welcome Master Mu's arrival, she crossed over Mei Lingling on the ground, twisted her waist and walked off the stage, her eyes moving.
She extended her little hand to Master Mu, and Mu Lengrui approached her, seemingly willing to accept the gesture, and extended his hand.
"Pa--" There was a loud and crisp sound, and Yuan Jingting's eyes were filled with stars. Master Mu's big hand did not hold her small hand, but fell on her face impartially.
She stumbled, trying to grab the person next to her to support herself, but the person next to her deliberately avoided her. She fell to the ground, and the microphone flew out, buzzing in the air.
Mu Lengrui stepped over Yuan Jingting who was lying on the ground, walked to the original stage, leaned down, picked up the half-dressed Mei Lingling, and walked towards the door under the eyes of many complicated eyes.
Yuan Jingting covered her cheek with her small hands, feeling burning pain. She could clearly feel the swollen finger marks. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She watched bitterly as Master Mu, who was admired by everyone, left with another woman in his arms.
Mu Lengrui hugged Mei Lingling and walked out of the door. In the dark corridor, someone secretly pointed the camera at Mu Lengrui, who was holding a semi-lunv woman, and pressed the shutter.
There was a "click" and the scene was frozen. Mu Lengrui's face was expressionless, the half-naked woman's face was turned sideways, close to the man's chest, and her hands were tightly grasping the man's neck.
The waiter greeted him enthusiastically and saw him holding a woman in his arms and leading the way.
The waiter led Mu Lengrui to the door of the room, took out the key card and swiped the door. The door dinged open and the waiter waited aside with respectful hands lowered.
"Okay, it's none of your business..." Mu Lengrui said coldly as he walked into the door holding the woman in his arms.
The door slammed shut, but the waiter did not leave. Instead, he put his ear against the door panel and listened carefully to the sound.
After a while, a sound came from inside, a woman's voice: "No, Mr. Mu, my skirt is torn. If my top is also torn, how can I go out to meet people..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a scoff, and a woman screamed... The waiter showed a smile on his face, dialed the phone happily, hid in a secluded corner and called the front desk: "Everything is OK..."
The head office manager quickly conveyed the news to the person following behind the scenes - Mu Qingyun.
Mu Qingyun coldly played with the imperial cigarette held between his thumb and forefinger with his slender fingers. The laptop screen on the coffee table reflected every move of Mu Lengrui and Mei Lingling in the hotel.
Mu Lengrui entered the room holding the half-naked Mei Lingling, kicked her backwards, and the door slammed shut.
After walking to the bed in a few steps, Mei Lingling was thrown onto the bed. The expression on her face was not frightened, but rather charming with a bit of smile.
Mu Lengrui was arrogant and grabbed Mei Lingling's front with his big hands. Although the fullness of her chest was already visible, such revealing clothes still seemed to be an eyesore to him.
"No, Mr. Mu, my skirt is already torn. If my top is also torn, how can I go out to meet people..." Mei Lingling protected her chest.
"Tsk--" With a sound, the front of his chest was torn apart, and the white snow on his chest jumped out like a white dove flying out of a cage.
"Young Master Mu... I haven't taken a shower yet, and I'm covered in alcohol..." Mei Lingling raised her face coquettishly, and protected the two peaches on her chest with her small hands.
Without saying a word, Mu Lengrui hugged Chiluo's woman with one hand and strode towards the bathroom door.
He threw the woman in without mercy at the door and closed the door behind him. Mu Qingyun could no longer see the scene behind it, but he could hear the sounds coming from the bathroom.
"Ah! Mr. Mu, don't - uh -" Mei Lingling's scream turned into an unbearable moan.
Mu Qingyun closed the laptop with a "snap" and frowned. He saw the result he wanted. Mei Lingling was the one he sent to seduce Mu Lengrui.
Seeing such a result, he couldn't be happy. Is it because Mei Lingling, who loved him deeply, refused to welcome her and easily seduced Mu Lengrui, or because of something else, he couldn't tell.
His eldest brother, the CEO of Mu Group, a powerful figure in the business world, outshines him in every aspect. He has been living under his halo since he was a child, making him look like a firefly, shining faintly.
It's not because he is not outstanding, but because Mu Lengrui is too outstanding. Standing with someone who is too outstanding, he naturally looks insignificant. This is something that has always bothered him.
On the surface, it seems that he is pampered and does not have to work hard, but he has a lot of money to spend. His situation is much more comfortable than that of Mu Lengrui, who is often worried about the development of the group.
However, people are often dissatisfied. He does not want to always live under the light of his brother. He wants to grasp his brother's weaknesses and firmly grasp his Achilles' heel. Then the family fortune of the Mu Group will fall into his hands.
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An hour later, a shirtless Mu Lengrui walked out of the bathroom, picked up the shirt thrown on the bed, put it on neatly, and left without any regrets, just like his usual style.
Hearing the door slam shut, Mei Lingling walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, walked to the bedside in small steps, and picked up the phone: "Qingyun, I've done what you asked me to do..."
There was a gentle response on the other end of the phone: "Um -" and then he hung up quietly.
"Qingyun - I -" Mei Lingling protected her chest with one hand and held the receiver in the other. Before she could finish speaking, the phone was already busy.
She was lying on the bed sadly, her clothes were torn off. She couldn't go out wearing a bath towel, right? Instead, when Mu Qingyun hung up on her, who should she call to come over and give her clothes?
She was carried in by Mu Lengrui in a hurry, even her bag was left in the private room. Her memory only remembered Mu Qingyun's mobile phone number and her home number.
She didn’t dare to call her family. How worried they would be if they knew what she looked like now...
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-" There was a knock on the door from outside.
"Qingyun?" Mei Lingling jumped up from the bed, ran to the door, twisted the door handle, and opened the door, but she was only disappointed.
"Miss Mei, these are the clothes Mr. Mu asked me to bring you..." The waiter respectfully handed a set of clothes through the crack in the door.
"Mr. Mu? Which Mr. Mu? Mr. Mu Lengrui?" Mei Lingling did not go to pick up the clothes immediately.
"Mr. Mu Qingyun, Miss Mei..." the waiter replied respectfully.
"Okay, thank you..." Mei Lingling took the clothes, but she was sweating. The cold air from the air conditioner blew on her sweaty back, making her feel chilly.
How did Mu Qingyun know that her clothes were torn? Could it be that he sent someone to monitor her?
Mei Lingling searched everywhere and finally found a monitor with a large pinhole in a very inconspicuous corner of the wall. Mu Qingyun actually sent someone to install a monitor in the room?
Mei Lingling's heart sank. She couldn't tell whether she was being watched by Mu Qingyun from somewhere in her current state, or by someone in the hotel secretly spying on her.
Mei Lingling quickly shrank to the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her body, and put on her clothes under the cover of the quilt.
While putting it on, she secretly reminisced about the scene after Mu Lengrui brought her in.
Mu Lengrui threw her into the bathroom, closed the door, took out the recording he had prepared in advance, and pressed the play button. The voice of xxoo came out, making her blush and her heart beat.