At seven in the evening, the atmosphere was heavy.
Shang Zengrou led the way ahead, while Lin Xingzhu shook off the fawning manager and followed her through the colorful dim light to the door of the largest private room in the venue.
Upon reaching the door, Shang Zengrou suddenly stopped.
She glanced back at Lin Xingzhu, whose expression was unreadable, took a small step back, and casually remarked, "Xingzhu, this is it."
Lin Xingzhu gave her a faint look.
Shang Zengrou felt a shiver down her spine, almost convinced that Lin Xingzhu had seen through her intentions.
Lin Xingzhu said nothing. Just as Shang Zengrou thought she was about to kick the door open, she saw Lin Xingzhu raise her right hand, her index finger slightly bent, and politely knock on the door.
Shang Zengrou's expression was hard to describe: "..."
It must be very loud inside; how could anyone hear that?
As expected, no one answered from within.
Lin Xingzhu remained expressionless, and her hand smoothly moved to the doorknob, pushing the dark door open with a creak.
The loud cheers and laughter inside suddenly fell silent, and a wave of heavily made-up faces turned towards them, their movements freezing like a surreal, mocking pantomime.
Uncertain gazes fixated on the tall figure framed in the doorway.
The woman in the center of the sofa was no exception.
Lin Xingzhu glanced past everyone, her cool gaze landing on something held tightly in someone's hand.
A smile curled at the corners of her lips, but her eyes held no trace of amusement: "Looks like everyone is having a good time. Mind if I join?"
As soon as she spoke, it was like a stone dropping into boiling water, instantly stirring up chaos.
Everyone exchanged glances, bewildered as to why Lin Xingzhu, who had never joined their gatherings, was suddenly here.
The woman at the center of the sofa, Qiao Zijing, understood all too well.
She sneered and cast a sideways glance at the person kneeling beside her, effortlessly tugging on the rope in her hand, which made a series of noises on the smooth floor.
Lin Xingzhu observed everything with a blank expression.
The girl kneeling on the floor had an attractive face, and at that moment, she looked up at Lin Xingzhu with a pitiful expression.
As she lifted her head, a distinct red mark was visible on her otherwise beautiful face.
In addition to her face, several wounds could be counted on her exposed skin.
Lin Xingzhu stepped forward, and instinctively, the people in the room parted like the Red Sea, giving her a clear path.
Tn note~
It's like Moses parting the sea
She was dressed in a plain white shirt and black trousers, with leather ankle boots that made a noticeable "tap tap" sound as she walked.
"Seems like Miss Qiao enjoys her forced games," Lin Xingzhu said ambiguously.
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After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus
RomanceDisclaimer~ I do not claim ownership of this story. It has only been translated and polished for reading here. Lin Xingzhu has been transmigrated into a Book. She found herself in an action romance novel as the cannon fodder coveting the main charac...
