At this moment, Si Qing, Jiang Cheng, and the others were walking down the corridor of the club.
The environment on the top floor was different from downstairs; it was exceptionally quiet.
It was so quiet that Si Qing could clearly hear the playful sounds and the conversation between Qi Yuan and Wang Congcong coming from a private room across the corridor, whose door wasn't fully closed.
Hearing these sounds, a touch of unnatural blush instantly rose to Si Qing's cheeks.
She frowned slightly, an indescribable strange feeling welling up in her heart.
Previously, Si Qing always thought that bars and clubs were similar, both being relatively dangerous places for girls.
In her impression, bars and clubs had complex crowds.
Various entertainment activities also easily led people into unnecessary trouble.
But now, it seemed that clubs were even more secretive and dangerous than bars.
At least bars had many people, and everyone participated in group activities.
There was some mutual care and restraint among them.
However, the top floor of this club, where they currently were, was so quiet that it made one feel uneasy.
And judging by what they were saying, it could be roughly inferred that those people seemed to be choosing women.
Si Qing subconsciously glanced back, her gaze falling on the several long-legged beauties following closely behind them.
This quick glance allowed her to take in the figures of these women.
They were all wearing super-short skirts, their long, beautiful legs exposed without reservation.
Such attire undoubtedly attracted many people's attention.
Although there was heating inside the club, in such an environment, Si Qing still felt that they must be cold.
Just as Si Qing suddenly turned her head.
The several girls following behind her all politely and mechanically nodded slightly to her, expressing greetings and respect.
Especially Yang Xing, who was leading, her eyes revealed a polite and submissive expression.
However, upon closer inspection, a hint of barely concealed envy could be detected in her expression.
Si Qing could clearly feel that these girls all seemed to have different intentions towards Jiang Cheng.
Especially the way they looked at Jiang Cheng.
Their fervent gaze was like hungry wolves seeing delicious prey, full of longing and greed.
Si Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Cheng.
To be honest, Si Qing was very confident in her charm and figure.
She never lacked admirers in various settings.
But in this situation, facing so many eager girls eyeing him.
She still felt a strong sense of crisis.
Stimulated by these gazes and set against the backdrop of this unfamiliar place.
Si Qing's body also subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Cheng, with whom she was most familiar.
She said softly, a little frightened, "It's my first time at a club. What they're saying is so open, I'm a little scared."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng helplessly rubbed his forehead.
Just now, he had told Si Qing that his brothers were all decent people.
To be proven wrong so quickly was very embarrassing... Xu Rui, who was walking ahead, didn't hear Si Qing's question.
Seeing that they were almost at the private room, his steps even unconsciously quickened.
Soon, he walked quickly to the door of the private room.
He steadily held open the door, which was already ajar, his movements skillful and natural.
Then, he slightly turned sideways, politely nodded to the people inside, and softly greeted them.
After doing all this, he turned around, smiled, and spoke to Jiang Cheng and Si Qing, who were following closely behind.
"Young Master Jiang, Miss Si, the private room is here."
Hearing this, Si Qing's face instantly stiffened.
She never expected that the people she was afraid of were actually Jiang Cheng's friends.
However, Si Qing had high emotional intelligence, and she didn't let Jiang Cheng fall into an awkward situation on this occasion.
She took a deep breath and slightly curved her lips upwards.
After all, she was a performing arts major.
In just a few seconds, Si Qing successfully adjusted her state.
Her lively big eyes darted around, refocusing on Jiang Cheng.
Her eyes were full of teasing.
Covering her mouth, she giggled and asked coquettishly, "Oh my, are these the 'decent good friends' you just told me about?"
Jiang Cheng helplessly spread his hands and said, "Well, the first meeting already went wrong."
Before Jiang Cheng could finish speaking, the people inside, seeing Xu Rui arrive, reflexively stood up in unison.
The most impatient among them was Qi Yuan.
He dashed to the front, striding quickly out the door with great urgency.
As he walked, he loudly said, "Brother Cheng, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you so long that my Jier is..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes, which had been darting around, suddenly fixed.
His gaze fell directly on Si Qing, who was obediently holding Jiang Cheng's hand.
Qi Yuan instantly froze in place.
Then, his mouth involuntarily gaped open.
He couldn't help but blurt out a vulgarity.
"Holy crap~ I thought it was a joke, but Sister-in-law really came."
Seeing Qi Yuan frantically running back inside, Wang Congcong, who had just reached the doorway, looked at him in confusion.
He asked, "What's wrong? Isn't Jiang Cheng here? Why are you so flustered?"
Saying that, Wang Congcong took a few steps out.
When he saw Si Qing, he also couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Although he no longer remembered which woman this was by Jiang Cheng's side.
He still familiarly called out, "Sister-in-law."
Then, he teased Jiang Cheng, saying, "I thought you were joking. You actually dared to bring Sister-in-law to this kind of place."
This address of "Sister-in-law" immediately made Si Qing's cheeks flush crimson, but her heart was somewhat fluttering.
Seeing her too shy to respond, Jiang Cheng took her hand and walked inside, saying.
"Why not? I'm not like you old perverts. I'm here to eat and relax, not to play."
At this moment, the people inside the private room, prompted by Qi Yuan.
Were quickly tidying up the photo albums on the table.
Just as they were scrambling to shove them under the table.
Jiang Cheng actually walked slowly into the private room, holding Si Qing's hand.
At this instant, the originally noisy private room seemed to have been muted, becoming utterly silent.
Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned to the two people at the doorway.
Then, as if by prior agreement, they quickly exchanged a meaningful look.
They were all scumbags in their true forms; at this moment, no verbal communication was needed, and everyone's thoughts were already self-evident.