After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The DJ's hands landed on the turntables at the same time, and a loud scratching sound cut through the air, followed by the intro that everyone was waiting for, the song that every nightclub plays at crucial moments, the one that gets everyone raising their hands at the same time.

The dance floor exploded.

"Where did this sugar daddy come from? This is outrageous..."

A young man in a white suit was holding a wine glass and looking up at the second floor. Half of the wine in the glass spilled onto his sleeve, but he didn't notice.

"Who cares? Someone's paying today, let's get another dozen beers!"

His tablemate had already stood up and was waving towards the bar.

A woman in a sequined dress rushed from the dance floor up the stairs to the second floor. She was stopped at the bottom of the stairs by two security guards. She stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to look at the V1 booth, muttering to herself, "Let me see what Mr. Lin looks like."

She was followed by at least seven or eight other women who also wanted to rush up to the second floor. The security guards had to join hands to form a human wall to barely stop them.

A long queue instantly formed in front of the bar on the first floor, with everyone holding a glass or bottle and shouting the same words, "Another bottle!"

The bartender's hands were moving so fast they were almost blurry, but he looked happy. The tips tonight would probably be enough to pay his rent for three months.

At the next table, a few rich kids were sitting in a booth against the wall on the first floor. On the table were two bottles of Ace of Spades that were already more than half-empty. Two-thirds of the ice in the champagne bucket had melted, and the water had overflowed and soaked the tablecloth.

The speaker was a young man named Zhao Feng, wearing a light pink polo shirt. His family was in the building materials business, and he was a familiar face in this nightclub circle.

"Oh, Mr. Lin, which family are you from?"

He put down his glass and glanced around at the people at the table.

To his left sat a chubby man wearing a Givenchy T-shirt, Qian Kun, whose family ran a restaurant. He shook his head and said he'd never heard of him.

Across from him sat a tall, thin man wearing a Rolex Submariner, surnamed Sun Lei, whose family was in the import and export trade. He also shook his head.

"Never seen this before, is this your first time here?"

Zhao Feng took out his phone and scrolled through his WeChat Moments. He then opened a group chat frequented by wealthy second-generation individuals and checked the chat history to confirm that this person had not appeared in his network of contacts.

"Are they from some powerful family? Bringing so many girls out, and those two even look like sisters!"

Qian Kun craned his neck and glanced at the second floor. His gaze passed through the gap in the stairs and landed on the direction of booth V1. He saw Shen Qing and Shen Na sitting side by side in profile. His eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't even notice that the wine glass in his hand had tilted. The wine flowed down the side of the glass onto his hand, making him shiver before he came to his senses.

"Holy crap, those two are so good-looking! One's pure and innocent, the other's radiant and beautiful, and they're sisters! If only we could..."

Sun Lei interrupted him: "Give me a break. Didn't you see the kind of entourage that guy had? Your meager allowance isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap for him!"

Several people felt they should get to know each other.

Zhao Feng downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, stood up, straightened his polo shirt collar, brushed his hair back with his hand, and took out his phone from his pocket to open the QR code business card interface. This was his fixed procedure for making new friends: first scan the WeChat QR code, then add him to a group chat, then invite him to dinner. With this combination of moves, there was no relationship he couldn't handle.

Such a decisive person will definitely come in handy in the future.

"Come on, let's go up and offer a toast."

Zhao Feng picked up the half-full bottle of Ace of Spades on the table. Qian Jun and Sun Lei exchanged a glance, then each picked up their glasses and stood up.

The three of them walked through the crowd on the first floor and went up the stairs to the second floor. The two security guards at the top of the stairs recognized Zhao Feng as a regular customer who always played the Ace of Spades. They hesitated for a moment but did not stop him.

In the V1 booth, Lin Ye had already sat back down on the sofa.

He leaned back, his left hand resting on the sofa armrest, while Guo Erjia, with a cigarette between her right fingers, leaned against him.

The marble coffee table in front of him was piled high with liquor. The nightclub manager had brought all the most expensive liquors in the club: three bottles of Ace of Spades, two bottles of Louis XIII, one bottle of Macallan, and several other foreign liquors that Lin Ye couldn't name. The bottles were covered in English and French, and the labels looked handwritten. They were probably more expensive than his Ghost Fire liquor.

The blond-haired girl had already opened a bottle of Ace of Spades. Pink champagne gushed out of the bottle. She took a sip, and the foam dripped down her chin. She licked it off with her tongue and then tilted her head back to take a big gulp.

Huatui didn't drink alcohol. He leaned back on the sofa with a lollipop in his mouth, his sunglasses pushed up to his head, and he closed his eyes, swaying his head to the rhythm of the music.

Green Hair and Pink Hair each held a smoking cocktail, examining how the glowing ice cube inside was made.

Qi Liuhai hadn't drunk any alcohol. She placed the cat carrier on the coffee table, opened it a crack, and Wangcai woke up, stretched out its furry paw to probe the air, and then withdrew it.

Shen Qing sipped her orange juice slowly, while Shen Na had already downed half a glass of Long Island Iced Tea, her cheeks flushed, and she leaned on her sister's shoulder, smiling with her eyes half-closed.

Zhao Feng carried the Ace of Spades to the entrance of the booth and cleared his throat.

"Young Master Lin? Would you mind coming over for a toast?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his tone carried a perfect politeness honed over years of social interaction, neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Ye turned to look at him, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe. He was wearing a light pink polo shirt with the collar turned up, revealing a small section of bronze skin below his collarbone. On his wrist was a steel watch that looked expensive, with a buckle bearing the classic double G logo of a major brand.

A typical rich second-generation heir's setup: from his clothes to his posture to his tone of voice, everything screams "My family is rich."

But Lin Ye noticed the two people following behind him—one fat and one thin, one wearing Givenchy and the other wearing Rolex. The three of them held their wine glasses in the same way: left hand supporting the bottom of the glass and right hand holding the bowl, with their thumbs hooked above the rim. This was the standard gesture they had learned in wine tasting classes, as if they had been taught by the same teacher.

All three of them were cut from the same mold.

"Come and sit down."

Lin Ye patted the sofa next to him.

Zhao Feng was taken aback. He had only intended to offer a toast, scan a WeChat QR code, and leave, but the other party had directly offered him a seat, a reaction that was not in his script.

But he quickly composed himself, picked up the Ace of Spades, walked into the booth, and plopped down to the right of Lin Ye.

Qian Kun and Sun Lei also sat down, making the booth feel a bit cramped.