My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Qiu Tong led Su Ming along the neon-lit street for about ten minutes before stopping in front of a magnificent building. A huge neon sign flashed the words "Golden Years," and security guards in suits stood in front of the door. Occasionally, cars would drive into the underground parking garage, and well-dressed men and women would get out of the cars.

Su Ming looked up at the building, which shimmered in the night, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him: "Sister-in-law, this...this is..."

"Shut up! Come with me!" Qiu Tong's voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion. She walked straight to the gate, where the security guard, who clearly recognized her, bowed slightly and opened the heavy glass door.

Upon entering, Su Ming was stunned by the sight before him.

The lobby was astonishingly spacious, with gleaming marble floors and a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime. A faint scent of perfume and soft music filled the air. A hostess in a cheongsam stood behind the reception desk, her smile sweet.

"Good evening, Sister Tong!" A man dressed in a black suit, looking like a manager, quickly approached, nodded to Qiu Tong, and his gaze lingered briefly on Su Ming with a professional scrutiny. "And this is...?"

"My cousin," Qiu Tong said calmly. "I'm taking him to broaden his horizons. Are there any small private rooms left on the second floor?"

"Yes, one just became available." The manager gestured for them to go ahead. "I'll have someone bring up a fruit platter and drinks."

"Thanks!" Qiu Tong nodded and led Su Ming toward the spiral staircase on one side.

As he went upstairs, Su Ming couldn't help but glance back. There seemed to be a corridor leading deeper into the lobby to a more secluded area, and he could vaguely hear singing and laughter coming from the private rooms. This place was different from the bar he had imagined; it was quieter, and also more… upscale.

The second-floor corridor was carpeted thickly, making no sound underfoot. Abstract paintings hung on the walls, and the light from the wall lamps was soft. Qiu Tong stopped in front of a dark wooden door, nodded to the waiter standing at the door in a white shirt and black vest, and pushed the door open to enter.

The private room wasn't large, but it was exquisitely decorated. Deep red velvet sofas were arranged in an L-shape, with a glass coffee table in the center. An LCD TV hung on the opposite wall, and a small jukebox was tucked into the corner. The lighting was dim, creating a subtly intimate atmosphere.

"Have a seat here for a while." Qiu Tong stood up and patted Su Ming on the shoulder, her tone returning to its usual gentleness. "I'll broaden your horizons."

"Sister-in-law, where are you going?" Su Ming's heart tightened, and he quickly called out, "Don't go!"

Qiu Tong turned back and gave him a charming smile, then winked: "I'll have someone bring some fruit platters. I'll be right back."

After saying that, she twisted her slender waist and left the private room, the door closing gently behind her.

Su Ming sat alone on the large sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He looked around, his heart pounding: Could this place be the legendary KTV private room? But he didn't see a dance floor in the lobby when he came in... Is it even more upscale than a regular KTV?

Just as he was feeling uneasy, there was a knock on the door.

A young man wearing a gray vest and white shirt entered carrying a fruit platter, followed by a waiter dressed similarly, carrying a tray with three wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

"Good evening!" The leading man greeted him with a smile, placing the fruit platter on the coffee table, expertly opening a bottle of red wine, and pouring it into a decanter. "Sir, please enjoy your meal."

Su Ming was a little confused: "Where's my cousin-in-law?"

"Your cousin-in-law?" The man looked at him curiously and smiled, "I don't know. The supervisor let me in, saying a customer had ordered service." He pointed to his name tag, "I'm a server here, number 34. You can press the call button anytime if you need anything."

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

Two young women came in this time.

The woman on the left is wearing a black spaghetti strap mini dress, sheer black stockings, and stilettos. Her makeup is exquisite, and her red lips are alluring. The woman on the right is wearing a light purple bodycon dress with flesh-colored stockings. She is tall and has long, curly hair.

As soon as the two entered, they walked towards Su Ming with smiles on their faces.

"Good evening, sir!" The woman in black stockings spoke first, her voice sickeningly sweet. "I'm Xiaoqing, from Hubei." She sat down to Su Ming's left, her thighs intentionally or unintentionally touching his legs.

The woman in slender stockings sat down on the right, her hands casually resting on the back of the sofa, almost encircling Su Ming in the middle: "My name is Alan, from Liaoning. We'll keep you company tonight, okay?"

"This..." Su Ming froze completely.

Having never been with a woman before, he had never seen anything like this. Two scantily clad, fragrant young women sat down on either side of him, their stockinged thighs pressed against his jeans, their body heat passing through the thin fabric.

He trembled with fear and instinctively shrank into the corner of the sofa.

"Oh, still shy?" Xiaoqing giggled, leaning closer as she reached for the wine bottle. "Here, little brother, have a drink first."

Alan leaned closer, casually placing her arm around Su Ming's shoulder: "Yeah, relax. Isn't the point of coming here to have fun?"

Su Ming's face flushed red, and he shook his head frantically, "No, no need... I don't drink..."

"How can you not drink?" Xiaoqing had already poured three glasses of wine and handed one to Su Ming. "It's always like this the first time you come. You'll relax after a couple of sips."

Her hand touched Su Ming's fingers; her nails were studded with sequins that sparkled in the dim light.

Su Ming flinched as if burned, nearly dropping his wine glass. Xiao Qing quickly grabbed his hand and leaned closer, saying, "Be careful. Come on, let me feed you?"

The strong scent of her perfume, mixed with the smell of alcohol, made Su Ming feel dizzy.

"Wait!" Su Ming forcefully pulled his hand back, pressing his body against the back of the sofa, trying to create some distance. "Where's my cousin-in-law? Have you seen her?"

"Cousin-in-law?" Alan raised an eyebrow, her smile meaningful. "Isn't she my older cousin?"

Su Ming was taken aback, then realized he had let something slip and hurriedly corrected himself, "Right, right, where did my cousin go?"

"I won't tell you!" Alan blinked, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, and puffed out her chest, her sexy figure looking especially alluring in the dimly lit private room.

Su Ming had no choice but to turn to Xiao Qing, his face flushed as he pleaded, "Sister, please tell me, where did my cousin go?"

Xiaoqing tilted her head to look at him, then suddenly laughed: "Okay. You drink this glass of wine first, and then I'll tell you."

As she spoke, she brought her glass of wine to Su Ming's lips.

"Okay, I'll drink it!" Su Ming looked at the dark red liquid in the glass, then at Xiao Qing's expectant eyes, gritted his teeth, took the glass, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. The sourness of the red wine and the burning sensation of the alcohol slid down his throat, and he choked and coughed.

"Can you tell me now?" He put down his cup and looked at Xiaoqing expectantly.

Xiaoqing took a small sip of wine and blinked, "Sister Tong... she's gone where she's supposed to go."

That's as good as saying nothing at all!

Su Ming was a little angry: "Why are you teasing me?"

"Really?" Xiaoqing puffed out her chest. The neckline of her black halter dress was already low, and this movement made her cleavage almost spill out.

Just then, Alan suddenly grabbed Su Ming's neck and, before he could react, kissed him on the cheek with a "smack".

"Hey buddy, we're already here, isn't it just about you making me happy and me making you happy?" Alan's voice whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his skin. "Come on, let me give you another kiss..."

"That's enough!"

Su Ming suddenly stood up and forcefully pushed Alan away. Because the movement was too sudden, Alan staggered and almost fell.

"If you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry!" Su Ming's face turned ashen, and his chest heaved violently.

Xiaoqing and Alan exchanged a glance, and instead of being afraid, they laughed.

"Oh, Ming-di, you're angry so quickly?" Xiaoqing stood up, walked up to Su Ming, and reached out to take his hand. "I'm only doing this for your own good!"

Alan came over, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Yes, we're just doing this for money. Sister Tong said that tonight we need to make you happy and have as much fun as we want. We can't spoil Sister Tong's fun, after all, we paid for it."

"Spend money?" Su Ming was taken aback. "How much did it cost?"