Chapter 55: Chapter 55 When asking for help, look the part and take off your clothes Chapter 55: Chapter 55 When asking for help, look the part and take off your clothes The eighteen male models, each with differing appearances, were frozen in place.
Because… it was their first time seeing such an uninhibited Golden Master, who allowed them all to come!
Could they handle it?
But since Jiang Nanshu was the boss, they obediently approached one by one.
Jiang Nanshu’s gaze swept over their partially open chests, pale skin, dark skin, wheatish complexion, puppy-like, wolf-like, curly-haired dogs—different in image and temperament, but each powerfully built, their chests gently rising and falling with each breath, their abdominal muscles subtly outlined beneath their clothing.
Jiang Nanshu pointed at one in the middle; he had short hair, a profound and rugged face, and smooth muscular lines, slightly taller than the others, seemingly about 6’3″.
Jiang Nanshu, petite, lounged lazily on a dark-colored sofa, her waterfall-like black curly hair cascading behind her on the sofa, enhancing the brightness of her red dress, making her look like a bewitching fairy.
She lifted a brilliant smile and pointed at him, “You, come sit next to me.”
The 6’3″ male model sat down neither humbly nor arrogantly. Jiang Nanshu’s body moved close to his strong arms, leaning on him as if he were a pillow.
She casually pointed to a few others to pour her drinks, peel fruit, and strip dance for her.
The lighting in the private room was dim, laden with desire. After drinking a few glasses, Jiang Nanshu, tipsy, looked up at the male model she was leaning against and smiled at him, “Are they dancing well?”
The dance was explicit and bold, even their shirts were removed, revealing tight muscles, oozing sexual tension.
The 6’3″ male model was somewhat nervous; Jiang Nanshu’s faint fragrance of orchids was particularly clear in the confined space. It was a knowledgeable and gentle scent, yet her actions were frighteningly bold.
He exhaled softly and nodded, “Yes, they look good.”
Jiang Nanshu blinked and pulled out a wad of cash from her bag, throwing it into the air with a boastful laugh, “This is for you guys.”
The red bills fluttered down like rain, astonishing the eighteen people.
This was truly a wealthy woman!
Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look at the 6’3″ male model, her hand reaching out to touch his chest, clearly feeling the tremor of his muscles under her fingertips, her voice carrying a teasing tone, “Do you want it?”
The 6’3″ male model turned his head, meeting Jiang Nanshu’s vibrant and beautiful face; she looked bold and pretty as she smiled.
He had never seen someone like this before…
She was like a… spoiled, pampered young lady.
His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, “Yes…”
Jiang Nanshu rolled up dozens of bills and stuffed them into his slightly open shirt, her hand following the bills between the gaps of his shirt and muscles, the slightly stiff paper grazing his skin, his focus entirely on that barely-there warmth and softness of her skin.
“What’s your name?”
“Duan Huaiyu.”
Jiang Nanshu paused for a moment, looking at his rugged face.
Then she laughed.
This was the character who, because Su Ran helped him, became Su Ran’s most capable bodyguard out of gratitude, and the original body who had attempted to harm Su Ran multiple times was severely embarrassed by the protagonist’s group due to his protection.
She was about to say something when the door of the private room was opened.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the newcomer, his hair slightly damp, wearing a black T-shirt, his chest slightly heaving.
The male models picking up the money looked up, surprised, “Liang Ciqiu? How dare you come back?”
Liang Ciqiu’s gaze fell on Jiang Nanshu, the ground covered in lavish bills, and her, barefooted, leading up to her slender, pale legs, dressed in a striking red dress, at the moment leaning on Duan Huaiyu, her gaze showing deep interest as she watched him.
“What are you doing here?”
Jiang Nanshu’s voice rang out.
Soon someone responded, “He was kicked out of Nightlife for stealing from a guest, and he still thinks he’s the top dog. This isn’t a place you can just waltz into.”
In just a few sentences, Jiang Nanshu figured out why Liang Ciqiu had come.
She swirled her goblet, the wine inside gulped down in one go. The next second, Duan Huaiyu conscientiously topped her off. She opened her mouth to take some purple grapes handed to her by male models, the juice staining her lips red, her allure captivating in the dimly lit private room.
She raised a smile, “You came looking for me, right?”
Liang Ciqiu’s hand at his side clenched tight. He’d never been this embarrassed, but all of it was caused by the woman in front of him.
If she hadn’t unexpectedly made him meet Lu Qingyan, Lu Qingyan would never have suspected him.
To this day, he couldn’t figure out how Lu Qingyan had discovered his identity as an illegitimate child.
Because of this, his plan to get close to Old Sir Lu had completely fallen through. He couldn’t even show his face in public anymore, as all those who cornered him were Lu Qingyan’s men.
And now, the only person who could help him was Jiang Nanshu, who was still Lu Qingyan’s fiancée!
Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, his handsome face showing little emotion, he asked, “Miss Jiang, about what you said last time about keeping me, does that offer still stand?”
His words fell, and even the music in the room was turned off.
Everyone thought he had gone mad, coming here to ask to be kept.
Jiang Nanshu stared at him, noticing the disgust and resistance hidden deep in his eyes, but in order to gain entry into the Lu Family, he was enduring the disgust to deal with her.
She suddenly burst out laughing, leaning bonelessly against Duan Huaiyu’s shoulder, wiping away the tears brought by laughter, slightly tilting her head, her voice tender, “What do you think you are?”
“Pfft.”
The other dozen people couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Liang Ciqiu’s face turned pale and red; in his twenty-two years of life, he had never felt such humiliation as he did today. He merely wanted to take back everything that belonged to him, whether it was the Lu Family or Su Ran, they should be his.
He had known Su Ran first, yet he tragically lost to Lu Qingyan who came later.
His only disadvantage was his background and status.
He wasn’t born to be idolized and predestined to be the successor like Lu Qingyan. His identity was something to be hidden, his living environment filthy. He struggled to take root in barren soil, yearning to grow into a towering tree.
He suppressed the trembling in his body, his voice low and deferential, “Miss Jiang, I have thought it through, I am willing to be a stand-in… please give me a glance.”
Stand-in…
She didn’t even like Lu Qingyan, what would she want with a stand-in?
Jiang Nanshu straightened up, her gaze sizing him up, landing on his face, and she clicked her tongue, “You really are too proud. When I desired you, you’d rather die than comply, and now you come throwing yourself at me. Don’t be a whore if you can’t handle the archway, it’s quite demeaning.”
Everyone hardly dared to breathe.
This Second Miss Jiang was just as the rumors said; bad-tempered, offensive, venomous in speech and action.
Suddenly everyone felt fortunate…
Luckily, they had obeyed and not provoked her.
Couldn’t they see how Liang Ciqiu was trembling from humiliation?
He took a deep breath, his last bit of self-esteem holding him together, his eyes intense, “Since you’re unwilling, forget it. You’re not the only path I have.”
Jiang Nanshu leaned back, a strong drink going down her throat, a tipsy smile emerging, her eyes teasingly narrowed, “Not enough sincerity. When you’re asking for a favor, act like you’re asking for one. Take off your clothes.”