He hovered over her, a rare, playful smile on his lips. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her sides, eliciting soundless giggles from her.
The sight of her joyous, silent laughter was a balm to his hardened heart. Here, away from the judging eyes...
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The cabaret district of Shanghai was a kaleidoscope of lights, music, and laughter.
It was here, amid the glamour and chaos, that Han Shuren felt most at home. As he entered the most prestigious cabaret, heads turned and whispers followed his path.
“Young master’s here,” someone murmured, a mixture of awe and fear evident in their voice.
The lady of the cabaret, Madame Zhao, a shrewd woman with an eye for power, quickly approached him with a welcoming smile. “Young Master Han, what a pleasure to have you with us tonight. We have the finest offerings prepared just for you.”
Shuren’s lips curled into a charming smirk. “Madame Zhao, how about you offer yourself to me tonight?”
Madame Zhao, flattered, covered her mouth with a fan and lightly tapped him with it as she chided coquettishly, “Oh, you naughty boy.”
Shuren responded with a boyish grin, allowing her to escort him into the private rooms of the cabaret.
Madame Zhao gestured, and a line of beautiful women stepped forward, each more stunning than the last.
They eyed Shuren with a mix of desire and reverence, knowing well the reputation of the man who stood before them. He was both a captivating playboy and a terrifying force, respected and feared in equal measure.
“Ladies,” Shuren greeted, his voice a velvety purr. “Shall we have some fun?”
The women flocked to him, each hoping to catch his eye. He moved among them with practiced ease, offering a flirtatious comment here, a teasing touch there. His presence was magnetic, drawing them in while keeping them at a tantalizing distance.
One of the dancers, a vivacious beauty named AI Mi , managed to catch his attention. “Master, I’ve missed you,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting.
“Have you now?” Shuren replied, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me tonight.”
He led her to the dance floor, his movements fluid and confident. As they danced, he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, making her blush and giggle.
Around them, other women watched with a mixture of jealousy and longing, each one hoping to be next.
At the edge of the room, a group of Shuren’s peers observed the scene with a wary respect.
They knew better than to cross him, having witnessed his ruthless side firsthand. Yet they couldn’t help but be drawn to his charisma, envying his effortless charm and control over the situation.
Madame Zhao, ever the attentive hostess, ensured that Shuren’s glass was never empty and that the best of everything was at his disposal. “Is there anything else you desire, Young Master Han?” she asked, her tone deferential.
