A tingling sensation spread across Jia Qingren's arm, prompting him to open his eyes. His gaze settled on the sleepy face of a woman positioning on his arm. Jia Qingren maneuver his arm out under her head. He sat straight up and rub the back of his head. It took Jia Qingren a bit of time to notice that he was bare as well as the woman next to him. Right, we were engaged in sex several minutes ago. It was not pleasurable, like I imagined. Glancing at the time display at the side of the bed, it read nine fifteen. Qingren rush to get off the bed.

 "Babe, what is the matter?"

"I got to go," he says while getting off the bed.

"It's already evening. Where are you going?"

Before Jia Qingren could get far, she grasps him by the arm. Jerking his arm away, he eyed her.

"None of your business."

"Did you not relish the passion we had earlier?" she questions.

"Don't deceive yourself. This is the only time I will see you."

She was not happy with his response. A frown plaster on her face as she folds her arms over her chest. Her unhappiness was not his concern for the time being. Jia Qingren walks to the bathroom next to the bedroom. Without looking back, he sensed an object colliding with his head prior to entering the bathroom. Shrugging, Qingren went to wash up, not caring what she might do. Taking his sweet time in the shower, he pours shampoo in his hand and suds it before spreading it through his hair. Shortly, Jia Qingren rinse out the shampoo and apply the conditioner to the strands of his hair. His hands meticulously scrub the shower gel from every inch of his skin. He steps out of the shower after cleaning his hair and washing the body gel off. Luckily, the bathroom already had everything Qingren needed, including a long mirror and his clothes.

While drying his hair with a towel, Jia Qingren moves to the long mirror. In the reflection shows Jia Qingren's raven curly hair, a heart-shaped face, vibrant green eyes, a lean physique with a faint presence of pecs and well-endowed manhood. Not bad, although I could work on building more distinct pecs. After all, ladies like a man who can take care of himself. Finish looking at himself, he put on a clean gray button-down shirt, an ebony chino, a silver watch and a black loafer. Qingren did a quick curly hair routine before he exited the bathroom. Surprisingly, the woman did not leave like he had expected. She remains sprawl out on the bed, still naked.

Staring intensely at the woman, he questions, "Why are you still here?"

"Waiting for you. After all, you own me an explanation for your last statement,"

"Was my message not clear enough for you?" Jia Qingren says.

"Am I just your one-night stand experience?"

"You should have known that from the very beginning. Don't forget to take your morning-after pill." Jia Qingren spoke, frankly.

The woman approaches him with her hand raised. A fury expression was evident on her face. His cheek senses the immediate pain in an instant by the impact of her palm. Having nothing else to do, Qingren gathers his belongings and head out the door. The last thing he heard was her screaming. "You son of a bitch!"

 Was I callous towards her? Perhaps one would assert I am. I couldn't care at all. This would be the single experience of my life. While proceeding to the hotel front door, Jia Qingren checked out of the hotel. Dialing his chauffeur, instructing him to come fetch him. A blue Rolls Royce arrives at the entrance of the hotel moments later. Sliding into the rear seat of the car, Qingren instructed the chauffeur to transport him to his usual night club. The drive did not take long before it reached its destination several minutes later.

Stepping out of the car, he saw a red rectangular building illuminated by a mix of swirling colors of lights. A significant number of people dressed impeccably while lining up in a row to get in, and few were coming out. Jia Qingren strut confidently to the front of the line after smoothing out his clothes. The bouncer makes way upon seeing him. Walking inside, his ears immediately heard blaring electric music. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room. Glancing around, he observes people swaying and grooving to the beat. A young waiter soon came to welcome him.

"Mr. Jia, follow me to your designated VIP section."

Nodding, Qingren trail behind the waiter as we ascend the stairs to the second floor. At the upper level, there is a bar zone on one side. Chairs and tables positioned in a variety of configurations. The young waiter escorted him to the far corner of the room where a sectional couch and a round table are situated. Sitting on the couch, he orders a diverse selection of food, including steak, chicken, sliced pork, vegetables, and bottles of alcohol. Several women showed up and occupied the seat beside him while waiting for the dishes to arrive. They sport fashionable clothing. Their presence did not surprise Jia Qingren. Supposing the waiter from earlier had informed them of his presence. He saw a familiar face on his right side. Dark brown long wavy hair encircles her oval face. Her deep, captivating sepia eyes could draw anyone in if they do not be careful. A mini shiny pearl dress accentuates her dainty build. She leans her head against his shoulder.

"Mr. Jia, where have you been lately?"

"Yang Maqianzi, you know I have been busy with things," he replies.

"I miss seeing you here."

"You left us hanging," voice the other women.

"Ladies, eat up. I'm here, aren't I?"

"You owe me a week of your time," Yang Maqianzisayspouting.

"Haha, I will make it up to you in due time."

We ate the cuisine and savor the alcohol. Grins spread across their faces after having their fill. After that, the women decide to hit the dance floor. When everyone else departed, it was just Jia Qingren and Yang Maqianzi who linger on the upper level. She rose, then tug his hands.

"Mr. Jia, come on dance with me."

"I'm not in the mood for it," he says.

Not budging from the couch, Da Junjie remains seated. Yang Maqianzi flops down onto his lap, then she presses her palms against his chest. Arching his brows, Qingren glared at her. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Wan Ai Lin's number. No answer came after several rings. Strange, why isn't she answering my call? Could something had happened to her? She would have picked up the phone already. Calling her again, yet the call did not go through. Da Junjie had not realized that his thumb hit the wrong number the second time. The voicemail was Lia Lin Ai's. Her image came to mind. She was beautiful, yet untouchable. Too bad Lin Ai did not want to be with me. She did not understand my vision. Getting out of his thoughts, he questions.

"What are you doing?"

"Since the others are no longer here, why don't we do you know what?"

Jia Qingren knew what she wanted by the hot whisper in his ear. Right now, I am not in the mood to do so. After all, I did it right before I came here. It would not be befitting me to admit to her outright. Probably shouldn't mention who I call, otherwise assumption can arise.

"Who were you talking to on the phone?"

Slapping her back, he says, "Please get off me. You should remember what relationship we have."

She did not stir from his lap. A look of displeasure manifested on her face. Clenching his hand, Qingren resisted the urge to shove her off.

Yang Maqianzi grab his chin and question, "Are you seeing someone else?"

"You agree you would not pry into my business. We are just flings with benefits."

Her scowling expression deepened. But he did not care. After jerking his head away, Jia Qingren pushes her off his thighs. Yang Maqianzi yelps. However, he showed no action to help her. Her presence was tiring him out.

"Your visit with me is over." Jia Qingren says, standing up.

"When is our next rendezvous?

He put money on the table, preparing to leave.

"When I feel like it." Qingren answer.

He descends the stairs. Before Jia Qingren could advance any further, Maqianzi firmly clutched onto his arm.

"Remember, you owe me time."

"Alright, now release your grip on me," he responds, freeing his arm from her grasp.

Continuing down the stairs, Jia Qingren walks through the crowd and exit the club. Cool breeze brush against his skin as a sigh escapes Jia Qingren's lip. Upon seeing him, the chauffeur opened the car door. Once inside, he leans against the seat. During the ride home, his phone vibrates. Jia Qingren saw a message upon glancing at the phone.

{Hey, your girl is in the hospital. I thought I'd let you know. You should visit her. She may not be herself, so prepare yourself.}

The sender was Han Wanhui. Ai Lin's bothersome best friend who bugs him whenever we spend time together. Scratching his head, Jia Qingren wonder what her text means. Did something major happen? What could it be? Should I go see her right now? Plenty of questions swirl in his mind. I'll see her some other time. Perhaps it would not be wise to overwhelm her right now. Once home, Jia Qingren swiftly slip into his pajamas and went to bed.

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