At the tail of the line were two Girls in totally different styles.
One wore a simple denim set, her short hair dyed light brown, features sharp and striking, back straight as a pine—like a free-spirited, cool Girl.
The other was in a pale-lilac chiffon dress, hair to her waist, gentle and serene.
Her gaze was clear and soft, yet when it met someone else's she calmly returned a smile.
Though these dozen Girls differed in height and build,
their styles ran the full gamut—intellectual, sprightly, aloof, mild—
they all shared one trait: confidence.
Facing the scrutiny from the booths, they didn't squirm; they stood in a neat line, spines straight, gazes level.
The moment they settled, every eye in the surrounding booths snapped toward them.
At the next table, men mid-toast froze, eyes raking the row.
One muttered, "Damn, this lineup's insane."
"Look at that vibe—nothing like what we usually see."
"Just standing there they've got presence; beats all those flashy types. Where'd they find them?"
Once they were set, Qin Fen spoke up: "Introduce yourselves, starting from the first."
The woman in the champagne dress on the far left stepped half a pace forward, voice warm yet clear: "Good evening, Young Masters. I'm Su Rou, personal secretary."
The words "personal secretary?" made a wineglass stall mid-air.
The term reminded Jiang Cheng of Zhu Yan; though she played the part of bank-assigned personal assistant,
the duties were identical to a private secretary's.
Jiang Cheng knew this club picked elites from every industry.
He asked with interest, "Don't tell me you're a bank's private secretary?"
Su Rou smiled faintly, unflinching: "To Young Master Jiang, my scope is broader—not limited to one field."
"Oh?"
She seized the moment, pulling business cards from her bag and smoothly handing them around.
"Young Masters, my service is daily-rate. Whatever the client needs—business secretary, negotiation support, consulting, travel accompaniment, even site inspections."
Jiang Cheng burst out laughing.
Girl, why dress it up so fancy?
Plain and simple—high-end escort.
Just say "call me when you're on a trip"… He'd actually been slightly interested.
For a face like hers, a bit of sass was no flaw.
But the job meant her privacy value couldn't be high.
After scanning the dozen, his interest cooled further.
The lowest count was thirty-plus; most were over forty.
In their line that was already low.
After all, Uncle Hat had just busted a vice ring.
A landlord had tipped them off.
One day the landlord checked his apartment's door-cam on a whim.
Turned out a dozen-plus men visited every night.
Crazy, right?
In the end, the Girl's hard-earned millions were confiscated.
So thirty or forty was nothing in their world.
You could even call it hand-picked.
Zi Han listened to every intro, finger idly circling his glass, saying nothing.
Qin Fen leaned in, proud: "Well? Told you—they've all got skills, leagues above the last batch."
"You sure know how to pick!" Qi Yuan chimed first, eyes glued to the curvy woman in the red qipao. "Class and talk—ten times better than any Internet Celebrity."
He Youjun nodded too: "Top-notch. Could rival Casino City."
While everyone praised, Jiang Cheng stayed silent. Qin Fen nudged him: "Bro Cheng, you pick first; we'll follow."
Not wanting to spoil the fun, Jiang Cheng sighed theatrically: "Don't mind me—pick yours. My girlfriend's coming later."
"No way!" Wang Congcong yelped, seizing payback: "Bro, I almost feel sorry for you—getting hen-pecked even here?"
Qi Yuan's face twisted. He rubbed his chin: "Suddenly dating doesn't sound so great."
He Youjun wasn't teasing—just curious: "Which girlfriend, Bro?"
Wang Zheng added: "Poor guy, can't even relax. Well, I'm not holding back!"
"Exactly," Qin Fen laughed. "Want me to save you two? After you drop her off, come back."
At their 'sympathy' Jiang Cheng groaned, half amused, half annoyed.
He slammed his glass down: "Cut the crap. 'Skills' aren't a plus for me, got it?"
They took it as bravado, waving him off: "Sure, whatever. Just don't come crying later."
"Pick already—leave me out," Jiang Cheng leant back. "I'm a decent man, unlike you lot."
He didn't blame them for lacking the scanner.
The Girls weren't bad; with better options, some things just lose their flavor.
Once Jiang Cheng opted out, Qi Yuan promptly chose two.
One was the curvy red-qipao woman; the other a tight-white-jeans Girl with multiple ear piercings.
While they laughed, arms around their picks, a stir came from the entrance.
Wang Sheng stepped aside, leading Si Qing and Si Nian over.
Today the Twin Sisters matched—white casual sets, crisp and neat.
Jiang Cheng rose at once, strode up, and naturally took each by the hand.
"Why so little clothing? Your hands are freezing."
Seeing him holding the Twin Sisters,
Qin Fen, Wang Congcong and the rest froze mid-grin.
Their teasing died on their lips.
They'd met the Twin Sisters before,
but never seen Jiang Cheng bring both at once.
So what exactly had they just been teasing him about?
The Twin Sisters' skin glowed, features delicate; beside Jiang Cheng they radiated clean clarity, out of place in the noisy club.
Glancing at their own companions, the guys' faces soured, disbelief and secret envy written plain.