Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 633 Friction on a Smooth Surface
"One step, two steps, one step, two steps, each step like claws and fangs, the devil's steps, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on this smooth ground..."

"Click——"

The bathroom door opened, and in the steamy air, Shangxia stepped barefoot onto the misty marble floor. Water droplets slid down her slender collarbone, leaving dark stains on the lace trim of her bath towel.

Her half-wet black hair hung over her shoulders, with tiny crystals dangling from the ends. As she dried her hair, the hem of the towel subtly revealed the slender, straight lines of her beautiful, snow-white legs.

Lying in bed, Gao Dongxu, looking relaxed and content, hummed a tune while putting down his phone and looking at Sheng Xia as she walked out, feeling a deep sense of emotion.

She is truly a rare beauty!

The rising steam tinged her porcelain-white skin with a faint blush, and a single drop of water lingered on her neck, slowly sliding down the indentation of her spine. As she reached up to brush away the strands of hair clinging to her neck, the top edge of the bath towel loosened slightly, and she instinctively pressed it down just before it was about to reveal her private parts.

The sweet scent of shower gel wafted in the humid air, mingling with the warm body fragrance emanating from deep within her skin. The curves of her body, wrapped in a towel, were as alluring as an unopened gift ribbon.

Seeing Gao Dongxu's admiring gaze, Sheng Xia smiled sweetly, walked to the wardrobe, took out a bright red silk robe, and threw it onto the bed.

Then, in a very seductive manner, she untied her bath towel and wantonly displayed her devilish body, then picked up her bathrobe and put it on with great charm.

"To be honest, before today, I was actually very anxious, worried that in a few months, after my pregnancy became more noticeable, I would gain weight and become less attractive, and you would lose interest in me..."

Hearing her worries, Gao Dongxu smiled, reached out and pulled her close, embracing her voluptuous body. He gently stroked the silk nightgown on her back, kissed her forehead, and chuckled, "So, are you still anxious?"

Sheng Xia smiled sweetly and looked up at Gao Dongxu's smiling face, saying softly and sweetly, "To be honest, I am really touched that you went to great lengths to find Shiliu for me. This is a million times better than any sweet words, no, a hundred million times better."

I truly and deeply felt your patience, care, and love for me, and not just desire—”

As she spoke, she pouted her red lips, smiled sweetly, and kissed Gao Dongxu on the lips. Then she pressed her cheek against Gao Dongxu's chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Gao Dongxu gently patted her back and said softly with a smile, "I know that the process of us getting together has been full of drama, but you should know that love is not something that is said, but something that is done."

"You rascal~~~" Sheng Xia pouted and said coquettishly, "If I get fat and ugly, will you still be as infatuated with me as you are now?"

"Hehe, how could you possibly become ugly? Besides, I'd be even happier if you got fat. You're already very conscientious. If your conscience gets any bigger, tsk tsk, I'd be laughing in my sleep—" Gao Dongxu said, clutching his conscience happily.

Sheng Xia, of course, knew Gao Dongxu's obsession with her conscience, and said coquettishly, "I think you're still stuck in the oral cavity stage—"

"It's not just me who's special; psychologically, men are still stuck in the 'oral stage'."

Throughout a man's life, he cherishes his conscience from a young age. It is precisely because of this profound sense of conscience that a man finds direction in life and it becomes increasingly beautiful. Gao Dongxu earnestly discussed medical knowledge with Sheng Xia, the medical doctor.

"Pah, you're full of twisted logic—" Sheng Xia said coquettishly.

"Hehe, my oral period is acting up again..." Gao Dongxu chuckled and snuggled into Sheng Xia's arms.

As ordinary people turn off their lights, draw their curtains, and drift off to sleep, Beijing's nightlife, like another universe, is just beginning to heat up.

Neon lights drew sharp lines in the night, illuminating nightclubs and bars as if it were daytime. The roar of supercars rose and fell.

Deafening music echoed in the VIP box of Ritan International, while colorful laser lights cut streaks of light through the smoke.

Fu Xiaojun tilted his head back and chugged half a bottle of Budweiser, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow. The icy liquid slid down his esophagus into his stomach, sending a burning sensation through him. "Brother Jun, it's your turn!" The young man opposite him pushed over a row of bullet glasses, filled with a clear liquid that gleamed dangerously under the light.

Fu Xiaojun grinned and reached for the cup. Just then, the carved wooden door of the private room was suddenly kicked open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The music continued, but the dozen or so people in the private room simultaneously stopped what they were doing and all turned to look at the door. The person who had just arrived stood there, panting, his forehead covered in sweat, and the front of his T-shirt soaked through; he had clearly run there.

His lips were moving, but the loud music in the box and the deep bass from the dance floor outside completely drowned out his voice.

Fu Xiaojun frowned and gestured for the DJ to turn off the music. In the ensuing silence, the newcomer's hoarse voice sounded particularly jarring: "Boss, something bad has happened! Sister-in-law and Little Twist are surrounded by a few 'mud guys' in a booth by the dance floor, they...they..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xiaojun had already stood up abruptly, his 1.85-meter height casting a shadow in the private room. His eyes instantly turned sharp, and he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table with his right hand; the bottle gleamed with a cold green light under the lamp.

"Brothers, grab your weapons!" Fu Xiaojun's voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the stagnant air like a knife.

The private room was immediately filled with the clinking of bottles and the creaking of chairs. A dozen or so young men stood up simultaneously, each grabbing a bottle or an ashtray. Fu Xiaojun led the way, pushing aside his companions who were blocking his way, and strode out of the room.

Seeing this, the crowd in the corridor automatically parted to make way. Many whispered, "There's going to be some excitement," while others retreated to the wall in fear.

Fu Xiaojun ignored the stares; his temples throbbed, and his mind was filled with the image of his socially awkward and introverted girlfriend, Xinyi, looking terrified.

Turning the last corner, the VIP seating area by the dance floor came into view. Before even getting close, Fu Xiaojun heard piercing laughter and girls' screams.

His gaze swept through the swaying crowd and landed on the booth in the far corner—four tall, burly men were sitting in a circle, two of them holding bottles and pouring alcohol into the mouths of the two girls in the middle.

Fu Xiaojun's blood boiled instantly. He saw his girlfriend's white dress, already stained pink with alcohol, which was now crying in fear. He saw her carefully curled long hair plastered messily to her face, her face contorted with terror, and her hands struggling incessantly. Xiao Mahua was in even worse shape; her shirt was torn, and her face was covered in alcohol stains and tears.

"A bunch of bastards, you son of a bitch!" Fu Xiaojun roared, jumping up when he was still three meters away from the booth. The bottle in his hand drew an arc and smashed accurately on the back of the head of the guy on the outermost edge.

With a sharp crack, shards of glass flew everywhere. The man, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, didn't even have time to turn around before he clutched his head and collapsed to his knees, blood immediately gushing from between his fingers.

Without pausing, Fu Xiaojun used the momentum of landing to elbow another mud-covered man in the throat. The man immediately made a "clucking" sound like a rooster being choked and staggered backward.

"Xinyi! Come here!" Fu Xiaojun shouted, dodging a punch from the third mud-covered guy. His brothers swarmed forward, raining down bottles and blows on the mud-covered guys. Glassware in the booth was overturned, and liquor mixed with blood flowed onto the floor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xinyi and Xiaomahua broke free and stumbled towards Fu Xiaojun. Xinyi's face was covered in tears, her makeup was a mess, and her lips trembled with fear. Fu Xiaojun pulled her behind him and noticed a bruise on her wrist.

"Brother Jun...they...they suddenly surrounded us," Xinyi sobbed, her voice broken. "They said they wanted to buy us drinks, but we refused, and then..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Xiaojun turned to look at the battle. His brothers had gained an absolute advantage. Although the four mud-covered men were strong, they couldn't withstand the sheer number of people and were now all lying on the ground, curled up and covering their heads as they endured the attacks.

The nightclub's security guards were on their way, but no one dared to immediately step forward to stop the one-sided beating.

. . . . . .

Gao Dongxu, who had just coaxed Shengxia to sleep, heard the phone on the bedside table buzzing and vibrating. He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, carefully got out of bed, lifted the covers, picked up the phone, saw the caller ID, and quickly walked out of the bedroom while answering the call.

"Brother-in-law, I'm in trouble—"

(End of this chapter)