It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

He could clearly feel the softness and warmth of Nan Yan's tongue, leaving his mind blank.

A few seconds later, Wei Xun finally reacted and shoved Nan Yan away.

The force wasn't great, but it was enough to make Nan Yan stagger back two steps, almost falling over.

"What are you doing!" Wei Xun's voice was filled with shock and panic. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his lips, as if trying to erase the boy's touch.

Nan Yan was startled by his push. After regaining her balance, the blush on her face faded, replaced by paleness.

Looking at Wei Xun's angry expression, his eyes were full of innocence and grievance: "I...I'll try it...Sir, you let me try it..."

He didn't understand why his master was so angry when he had clearly done as instructed.

At the club, guests are always very satisfied when they ask them to do this.

"Try it?" Wei Xun's temples throbbed with anger. He pointed at the coffee pot: "I'm letting you taste the coffee, not kiss it..."

It's so frustrating. This boy always manages to break all his expectations and put him in this awkward and flustered situation without him even realizing it.

Nan Yan pursed her lips, her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked like she was about to cry: "I'm sorry... sir, I was wrong..."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wei Xun's anger inexplicably subsided by half, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

He knew that Nan Yan didn't do it on purpose; he was just used to using the club's methods to please others.

But this realization did not make him feel better; on the contrary, it made him even more confused.

"How inexplicable!" Wei Xun cursed through gritted teeth to cover up his panic.

He dared not look into Nan Yan's wet eyes any longer and turned to walk towards the door.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, making the walls seem to shake.

Outside the door, Wei Xun leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

He raised his hand and wiped his lips again, his fingertips still seeming to feel the warm, soft touch from before, and the faint taste of coffee and strawberry mixed together.

His heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

The impact of that moment was far more intense than he had imagined.

"Damn it," Wei Xun cursed under his breath, then turned and strode towards the elevator.

He had to leave quickly, otherwise, he didn't know what out-of-control things he might do.

A black Rolls-Royce was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

The car window rolled down, and the driver said respectfully, "Mr. Wei, hello, I'm here to pick you up and take you to the club."

Wei Xun opened the car door and got in. A red badge was embedded in the back of the leather seat.

Thorns entwined around roses, exactly like the pattern on the South Goose trading contract.

"Mr. Wei, the journey will take about an hour." The waiter in the passenger seat turned around, holding a black blindfold and a pair of headphones. He spoke respectfully, "According to club regulations, you will need to be blindfolded and wear headphones to enjoy the music during the journey. We appreciate your cooperation."

Wei Xun knew that this was to prevent him from memorizing the route and revealing the club's exact address.

He didn't say much, took the blindfold and headphones, and put them on himself.

The blindfold is opaque, and soothing instrumental music plays from the headphones, isolating the user from external noise.

The car drove smoothly, and Wei Xun leaned back in his seat, but Nan Yan's image kept appearing in his mind.

The warm, soft touch on his lips seemed to still linger, leaving him in a state of utter turmoil.

He recalled Dr. Zhao's words: Nan Yan only had a few years left to live, the chip inside her body could not be removed, and there was no antidote. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

After some time, the music in my headphones stopped.

The waiter removed his blindfold: "Mr. Wei, we've arrived."

Wei Xun opened his eyes and found that the car was parked in an underground parking lot. The walls and the ground were covered with the emblem of the Thorn Rose. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere was oppressive.

He got out of the car, and a dozen or so waiters in matching black uniforms stood neatly on either side of him. They all bowed and greeted him, saying, "Hello, Mr. Wei."

A young man in a gray business suit strode over with a warm smile: "Mr. Wei, welcome to the Thorn Rose Club. I am your personal customer service representative, Xiao Zhi. I will be at your service from now on."

Wei Xun nodded and followed Xiao Zhi toward the elevator.

"Mr. Wei, our club has conducted a comprehensive assessment of your status and position." Xiao Zhi introduced as they walked: "You are the president of the Wei Group, with substantial financial resources. Although you have only purchased one of our products, you have already been directly promoted to a four-star customer, enjoying exclusive services and priority selection rights."

Wei Xun's gaze swept over the decorations in the parking lot. The paintings hanging on the walls all carried obvious erotic connotations, with explicit lines.

He thought to himself: "Even I, the president of a Fortune 500 company, am only a four-star executive?"

Those five-star clients are probably top figures in the military, political, or multinational conglomerates, and they must wield immense power.

As the elevator ascended, Xiao Zhi continued, "The club is divided into several areas, including a reception area, an exhibition area, an experience area, and a private customization area. Four-star customers can enter most areas, while only five-star customers can unlock all privileges."

The elevator doors opened, revealing a corridor covered with a red carpet. The doors to the rooms on both sides were tightly closed, and occasionally, faint sounds of debauchery could be heard coming from inside.

Xiao Zhi led Wei Xun into a luxurious reception room.

The moment he pushed open the door, Wei Xun's brows furrowed sharply.

In the center of the reception room, there was a... dog.

Lie down on the ground.

The dog had a heavy chain around its neck, and a thick piece of glass was placed on its back, forming a small coffee table.

The dog's body was taut and covered in sweat, clearly indicating that it had been holding on for a long time.

Xiao Zhi didn't care at all, and walked straight to the coffee table, placing a cup of coffee on it: "Mr. Wei, please sit down and have some coffee to relax."

Wei Xun did not move, his gaze fixed on the boy.

The boy's face was in shadow and could not be seen clearly, but his shoulders were trembling slightly, revealing his pain and fear.

This practice of treating people like furniture made Wei Xun feel nauseous.

"Coffee? No thanks," Wei Xun said.

Xiao Zhi didn't press the issue and handed over a tablet: "Mr. Wei, the product number 073 you purchased last time was a second-hand transfer. Strictly speaking, you are not yet a formal member."

He paused, then continued, "To become a full member, you need to pay an annual membership fee of 500 million. After payment, we will provide you with a complete product list."

Wei Xun had anticipated that the membership fees for such illegal clubs would inevitably be exorbitant.

He took the tablet and was about to make the payment when he discovered that the payee was an institution called "Mona Gallery".

"This is the accounting process," Xiao Zhi quickly explained. "Our official name is an art exchange organization. When you spend 500 million yuan a year to buy a painting from a gallery, it's equivalent to paying a membership fee. All transaction records will be properly accounted for, so it's absolutely safe."

Wei Xun understood the intricacies of the business; most dark web transactions were laundered in this way, using a legal facade to cover up illegal activities.

Without hesitation, he immediately transferred 500 million to the designated account.

A few seconds later, Xiao Zhi received a payment notification on his phone, and his smile became even warmer: "Mr. Wei, thank you for your trust. The 073 you purchased is the basic model. How has your experience been?"

"The basic version?" Wei Xun was stunned.

Nan Yan, such a clean-cut and handsome young man, is only wearing the cheapest basic model?

What will the other products look like?

He suppressed his shock and said calmly, "The experience... was alright."