How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Chapter 17: Do you want me to feed you milk?

This guy called Jiajun was really efficient in his marketing efforts.

The four of them had been sitting for less than two minutes, and the waiter had already delivered all the drinks listed on Lin Jiayun’s tab.

Sitting next to Gu Heng, Lin Jiayun considerately rinsed his beer glass with mineral water and immediately poured him a full glass of beer, the foam cascading down the edge of the glass...

"How about starting with some beer to get used to it?"

After speaking, she handed the beer glass to Gu Heng.

Lin Jiayun’s hands were very attractive, well-defined, and delicate...

Especially those intricately done nails that, under the dazzling bar lights, emitted a faint glowing sheen, momentarily mesmerizing Gu Heng...

"What are you looking at?"

"Cough, cough, nothing..."

Caught in the act of sneaking a peek at her hands, even Gu Heng, who usually wasn’t shy, felt a bit embarrassed and couldn’t help but cough twice.

Lin Jiayun didn’t call him out on it; her smile brightened even more...

In her heart, she felt increasingly proud of her once-wise decision...

Just in terms of looks, Lin Jiayun was on par with He Jing and Xiao Lan, both considered beauties, but the differences in other aspects were significant...

Out of Lin Jiayun’s monthly salary of over a hundred thousand, at least half was spent on her personal care. Besides regular visits to the beauty salon, she spared no expense on high-end facial masks, body lotions, hydrating serums, hand masks, hip masks, breast masks—no exaggeration, she didn’t miss a single body part requiring care.

Sometimes, before going to sleep, the touch of her own smooth skin made her envious...

Envious of the future man who could possess and even caress her.

"If you weren’t looking, why not take the drink? Or did you want me to feed it to you?"

Hearing Lin Jiayun’s somewhat flirtatious words, Gu Heng just smiled subtly.

Although he was an introvert who seldom went out to socialize, it didn’t mean he was clueless about interpersonal interactions.

From the hotpot restaurant until now, Lin Jiayun had continuously maintained a close stance towards him, to put it more frankly, it seemed like she was somewhat throwing herself at him. If he couldn’t sense that, then he really would be a fool...

If it had been earlier, he might have hesitated a bit more reservedly...

But there’s a saying, money makes a man brave...

Now emboldened, Gu Heng started to become more audacious, looking directly at Lin Jiayun a few times, smiling as he said, "If you’re willing to feed me, I could accept that. Honestly, I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be fed by someone else."

"Dream on~

We just met and you want me to feed you alcohol, what if we get to know each other better, wouldn’t you want me to feed you milk?"

Lin Jiayun’s flirtatious words came out effortlessly.

Although she had only graduated from university a year ago, she was already a master at angling for men, having a keen understanding of what types men liked.

Innocent?

Cute?

Sexy?

Actually, none of those.

It’s the flirtatious types they loved the most.

Especially those who appear very flirtatious on the surface but are actually hard to get.

Isn’t there a saying?

The unattainable is always tantalizing.

Gu Heng was momentarily stunned by Lin Jiayun’s casual remark, but he soon recovered, shaking his head with a smile and taking the beer glass from her hand.

Indeed...

Having money was just the foundation; to really have fun, one had to strive to improve his game...

...

...

Jingjing and Xiao Lan were already immersed in the nightclub’s vibe, both playing boredly with dice. Hearing Lin Jiayun’s words, Jingjing secretly rolled her eyes and ignored her.

"Gu Heng, tonight, the three of us came out just to keep you company, even pushing off our live streams. The ’husband’ fans in our live rooms are probably crying under their blankets by now."

"Doesn’t that alone deserve a toast from you to the three of us?"

Having heard this, Gu Heng also stood up, no longer feeling the initial restraint of entering the nightclub, and said with a smile, "A toast, definitely a toast!"

After saying that, he lifted his glass toward the three of them: "This drink is not only to thank you guys for having the guts to bring me out into the world, but also to toast to myself for never having to slave away at a job again!"

"Gulp, gulp, gulp~"

With a beer down, Gu Heng’s spirits lifted even more.

Although Gu Heng’s statement about never having to slave at work again was driven by emotion...

... the speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.

Lin Jiayun’s lovely, fox-like eyes slightly narrowed, her suspicion that Gu Heng was a rich second generation was somewhat confirmed again, and then she stirred up the atmosphere, raising her glass toward Jingjing and Xiao Lan and shouted, "Here’s to not having to work!"

The atmosphere was like a plague...

Sometimes, all it takes is a small ripple to cause a stir instantly.

Jingjing, who had held some resentment toward Gu Heng and Lin Jiayun before entering the nightclub, also cast aside the clutter in her mind and joined in the shouting.

"Here’s to not having to work!"

The piercing screams of the three women suddenly drew frequent glances from several nearby seats, even making the music inside the bar feel more agitated...

...

After a short bout of excitement, the atmosphere calmed down again, and Lin Jiayun sat back down next to Gu Heng.

"Gu Heng, do you know how to play dice? Just sitting here is boring; let’s play a game?"

At that moment, Gu Heng was propping himself on the sofa armrest, watching the sexy DJ on stage enticingly manipulating the turntable. Hearing Lin Jiayun’s voice next to his ear, reluctantly turned his head and honestly replied, "Not really, just a little."

"How about we play something simple, like Bluff?"

"I don’t know how."

"What about Fifteen Twenty?"

"Don’t know that either."

Lin Jiayun mentioned four or five different games in succession, to which the answer was always no...

"If you don’t know this and you don’t know that, then what on earth can you play?"

"Um... I can play ’High or Low’."

Lin Jiayun: "???"

"Playing ’High or Low’ counts as knowing how to play dice?"

Gu Heng nodded, his gaze sincere: "Yeah, that’s why I said I don’t really know how, just a bit."

Hearing Gu Heng’s rather reasonable explanation, Lin Jiayun gritted her teeth: "Fine, then let’s play ’High or Low’, three dice, how about that?"

"Sure."

Watching Jingjing and Xiao Lan, along with other patrons, playing vigorously, he himself had been itching to join, but feeling shy since he hadn’t played before, he never joined the fray. Now that Lin Jiayun had offered to play with him, of course, he wouldn’t refuse.

"But let me say this first, ’High or Low’ is too simple, the rounds go fast, we can’t just drink. If we only drink, one of us will definitely end up carried out tonight, and I still have to shoot a video tomorrow; we can’t play that hard."

"Hmm? Then how shall we play?"

"Let’s play Truth or Dare, you’ve heard of that, right? Whoever loses takes a round of Truth or Dare, and only drinks if they refuse, how about that?"

Under the lights, Gu Heng couldn’t help but glance at Lin Jiayun, sensing her mischief but not backing down, he nodded.

Seeing Gu Heng agree, Lin Jiayun couldn’t help but feel pleased...

Having a few extra drinks didn’t matter, as long as she could extract useful information.