Tianyu Bar.
The main hall pulsed with loud music and a wild crowd dancing madly.
But the private room on the second floor was furnished with elegant taste.
“Look who’s here?”
The door swung open from the outside, and in walked a middle-aged man wearing a long coat and gloves. His leather shoes gleamed with polish, and his hair was immaculately styled.
“Aiya! Mr. Meng! What a rare guest—truly an honor!”
As soon as Meng Zhiru appeared, everyone present stood up.
The host of the gathering hurried forward with bows and flattering smiles, ushering him to the seat of honor. Only once he was seated did the others return to their toasts and revelry.
“What have you been busy with lately, Mr. Meng? It’s been a while.”
Meng Zhiru accepted the glass of red wine offered to him, gently swirling it: “Business trip.”
“Sounds like your overseas ventures are expanding again.”
Meng Zhiru gave a faint smile but said nothing—an answer in itself.
The host’s eyes flicked as he quickly flattered him: “We’ll be counting on you for guidance in the future, Mr. Meng.”
“You’re too kind, President Zhang.”
“Hey—” President Zhang signaled a nearby waiter, “Bring in a few good drinkers—pick the pretty ones!”
Soon, the waiter returned with a flock of young women, chattering and fluttering like birds.
At a glance, there were over a dozen of them.
Someone unfamiliar might’ve thought it was a beauty pageant.
“Old Zhang, not fair! Mr. Meng shows up and suddenly all the good-looking girls are here—meanwhile we’ve been stuck with nothing but duds!”
President Zhang raised both hands in protest: “Now, now, I didn’t favor anyone! Maybe the owner of Tianyu sent over the best in honor of Mr. Meng—I’m not taking the blame for this!”
“In the end, it’s because of Mr. Meng’s influence!” That line might’ve sounded like praise, but beneath the surface, it carried a sour undertone.
President Zhang turned and smiled: “Mr. Meng, which one catches your eye?”
“Oh? I only get to choose one?”
President Zhang feigned alarm: “Please don’t say that! If you wanted to take all of them, I wouldn’t say a word.”
Meng Zhiru waved it off: “Just joking.”
His gaze swept lightly across the group, and he pointed casually at the second-to-last girl. “Her. Pleasant to look at.”
A flicker of understanding crossed President Zhang’s eyes.
He’d known Meng Zhiru a long time—most often meeting him in bars and nightclubs.
Though Meng Zhiru appeared refined, clean-cut, and polite on the surface, behind closed doors he was wilder than most.
His taste in women never changed: always that gentle, scholarly type. Actual beauty was secondary—what mattered was a refined, cultured aura.
Many had mocked him behind his back: coming to a nightclub in search of a “bookish” girl was like digging for gold in a latrine.
Still, he wasn’t exactly picky.
No real gold? Then gold-foil-wrapped dung would do in a pinch.
Sure enough, the one he picked tonight was another demure, delicate girl-next-door.
President Zhang clapped: “Why are you just standing there? Go pour Mr. Meng a drink!”
“…Y-yes.” The girl responded timidly and sat beside Meng Zhiru, so nervous she didn’t know where to place her hands or feet.
Meng Zhiru calmly watched her fluster, his gaze gradually filling with satisfaction.
“What’s your name?” he asked after taking a sip of the wine she poured, then casually lifted her chin.
Fair skin. Delicate nose. Not stunningly beautiful, but her features were soft, her gaze like water.
“My name is Sisi.”
“Oh? ‘Si’ as in ‘thinking’? Or as in ‘refined’?”
“Neither. It’s ‘silk.’”
“No wonder you look so elegant and sweet—must be thanks to the name.”
The girl lowered her head bashfully.
Seeing Meng satisfied, Zhang joined in with a laugh: “Sisi, take good care of Mr. Meng tonight and you’ll get a hefty red envelope tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Boss Zhang.”
“Oh, what a sweet little mouth…”
After several rounds of drinking, Meng Zhiru checked his watch, put his arm around the girl, and stood. “It’s getting late. You all enjoy—I’ll take my leave first.”
After a few polite attempts to stop him, everyone watched him leave with the girl.
“Pfft… what’s with the act? ‘Getting late,’ my *ss. Just admit you’re eager!”
“Looks like a well-mannered scholar, but he’s the sleaziest of us all!”
“He wouldn’t win over his rich wife without that fake ‘gentle professor’ look.”
“Exactly. President Lou totally fell for that fake act. Otherwise, how could she fall for a broke-*ss social climber?”
“A real-life ‘phoenix rising to the branch.’ Young guy latches onto a sugar mommy, gets cars, houses, career—and still fools around outside.”
“Tch, modern live-in husbands have no shame. Cheating openly, no guilt at all.”
“Haha! Can we call that violating male virtue?”
“Brilliant!”
“I wonder if President Lou knows her husband is basically a shared cucumber.”
“Rumor is, they each do their own thing. She has a bunch of lovers herself…”
Outside the private room, Meng Zhiru stood just beyond the slightly open door, hearing every filthy word loud and clear.
Phoenix man… climbing the branch… no male virtue…
His face turned livid.
But soon, he put on a smile and looked down at the frightened girl in his arms. “Be good. Tell me—what did you hear?”
The girl shook her head: “I… I didn’t hear anything…”
“So obedient. Let’s go. Daddy’s gonna show you a good time.”
….
Hotel Suite.
Click—
The door unlocked. The man half-dragged the woman inside as they stumbled toward the bed, entangled.
Suddenly, Meng Zhiru stood, loosening his tie with a grin.
His once gentle face was now twisted with manic excitement. He was clearly in a state of extreme arousal.
Leaning on the bed, Liu Sisi looked flustered on the surface, but her eyes were cold as she watched him pull a case from under the bed, open it, and take out a custom-made leather whip.
Tsk…
Meng Zhiru said softly, “Don’t cry. Don’t scream. Or it’ll be very unpleasant for you.”
“Oh?” Liu Sisi’s lips curled.
He froze.
In the next instant, the girl—who moments ago seemed docile and meek—suddenly pounced and locked his throat in a chokehold.
“But I think you’ll be the one suffering,” she said.
The delicate features on her face were now devoid of warmth—only icy disdain remained.
“Grkk—!” The man couldn’t speak, only wheezed hoarsely.
“You’re wondering who I am?” Liu Sisi chuckled. “Why, I’m the one spending the night with you!”
“Grkk—!” Do you know who I am?!
“Aren’t you just a phoenix man?”
His already ugly expression twisted further.
Meng Zhiru tried to struggle, but the woman’s hands were like iron clamps, choking his throat so tightly he couldn’t fight back—only pain and helplessness remained.
As air thinned and breathing became labored, he began clawing at her arms.
But just as he reached out a second time, she twisted both arms sharply.
Crack crack— came the sound of snapping bones.
His arms went limp, useless, hanging at his sides.
“GRKKK! GRK—!” This time his cries were louder than ever.
His face flushed purple, veins bulging.
Liu Sisi watched with amusement as his eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen: “So you like the soft, demure type?”
“Grkk—!”
“Were you going to use that whip on me?”
“Grkkk—!”
“Too bad. You won’t get the chance.” With that, she chopped the side of his neck with her hand.
His body went limp and collapsed like a puddle of mud.
Liu Sisi pulled out her phone and called Liu Jinzhong: “Come up—Room 819. He’s handled. Don’t worry, I went easy—no visible injuries…”
As she spoke, she even gave the man’s face a kick.
Tsk.
So-called refined scum.
Looks human, but so disgusting.
Before long, Liu Jinzhong arrived with his men.
Meng Zhiru was bagged up and dragged away.
Liu Sisi quickly cleaned up the scene. Before leaving, she picked up the leather whip from the floor, packed it into the case with the rest of the items, and took everything with her.
…
The clock struck midnight. Xiao Shan was still awake.
He sat in his wheelchair, gazing out the window at the city’s bright lights.
This was where his love story with Qingping began.
And it was also where Meng Zhiru brought ruin and nightmares.
He had agreed to meet Miss Jiang with the attitude of trying a dead horse as a live one—a desperate gamble with no real hope of success.
That man was a towering tree. Uprooting him entirely was impossible; even cutting a few branches was a monumental task.
Qingping had died for this.
He had lost his love, his career, and his dreams.
If a single girl could bring down Meng Zhiru just like that—it would almost be laughable.
Today we saw the bold and cool Sisi—
Looks like she’s learned a lot of tricks from Sister Yue.
