Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 33

Chapter 33: Do You Know How to Kiss? Let Me Teach You

9 PM, Southern City

The neon lights flickered in the night, and the bustling streets made it impossible for the city to cool down.

Wei Zhi grabbed her bag and walked out of the Japanese restaurant. As she stood by the street waiting for a car, waves of heat hit her, making her impatiently brush away the strands of hair sticking to her forehead due to sweat.

Frowning, she finally managed to hail a taxi and headed to the location Jiang Chao had sent her.

Jiang Nanfeng's brother was no easy character. It was unclear who he wanted to provoke, but he had brazenly sent the location of a club, one of the top three in the southern city.

The place was remote, expensive, and very private.

With the time wasted in traffic, Wei Zhi spent nearly an hour in the car before arriving.

Standing in front of the club's opulent entrance—dressed in a long-sleeved sweatshirt and shorts, with her shoulder-length curly hair tied up in a small bun—Wei Zhi looked completely out of place.

The valet at the door eyed her repeatedly, seemingly hesitant to stop her.

Recalling the name of the private room Jiang Chao had mentioned, Wei Zhi stepped into the club, walking expressionlessly inside.

These men were wealthy, indulging in a life of luxury. The private room they had booked required a high-spending VIP card to reserve, located at the end of the corridor.

When Wei Zhi arrived, a waiter was pushing a cart loaded with alcohol.

They exchanged glances, and Wei Zhi stepped back to let the waiter pass.

The waiter opened the door.

Peeking inside, she saw a KTV-style private room with five or six people scattered around.

Besides Jiang Chao, there were a few other rich kids from the southern city.

Wei Zhi immediately spotted Han Yi Ming.

Without his white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, the man wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and his black hair slightly messy.

His side profile was indeed handsome.

Mature and attractive, with a prominent Adam's apple adding a touch of sexiness.

Wei Zhi liked looking at handsome men, so she glanced a few more times. But that was it—she had no interest in drunk men.

Han Yi Ming seemed quite drunk, with half-closed eyes leaning back, not participating in the games or singing, just lazily draping his long arm over the sofa.

At this moment, a pretty woman sat beside him.

The woman didn't look improper, wearing a neat shirt and jeans, looking quite pure. She smiled, picked up a very expensive bottle of liquor from the table, poured a glass, and brought it to Han Yi Ming's lips.

The man glanced at the drink, then at her.

He chuckled.

Intimately taking a sip from her hand, he drank half the glass.

Seeing him cooperate, the woman beside him smiled with delight and asked, "Han Ge, I heard you're getting married?"

Her words stirred the hornet's nest.

The room buzzed with laughter.

After all, nothing was more entertaining to fellow playboys than a companion stepping into the grave of marriage.