As Shen Mocong approached Li Yun, a faint, refreshing scent wafted through the air. What brand of perfume was this? Shen Mocong had applied a touch of makeup, enhancing her already stunning looks.
But what captivated Li Yun the most were her moist, glistening lips. Coated with alluring lipstick, her smile, with its rosy lips and pearly teeth, was simply enchanting.
At that moment, Li Yun would have agreed to a decade off his life for a passionate kiss with her.
When Shen Mocong walked past Li Yun, he noticed her outfit, which seemed familiar from a fashion magazine. It was a new design from Paris Fashion Week—a black off-the-shoulder, backless evening gown.
Two black ribbons tied into a bow at the nape of her neck. With a gentle tug on the bow, the entire dress would slide off. It was an exceptionally sexy and provocative design.
Shen Mocong's delicate shoulders and smooth, snowy back were fully exposed. Most intriguingly, there was no visible bra strap across her chest.
Could it be that she wasn't wearing a bra at all?
Li Yun stealthily glanced at her low-cut neckline and saw nothing but two plump, snow-white mounds. The sexy lace bra that should have been covering them was nowhere to be seen.
So, those perky peaks were the real deal. Li Yun's heart raced with excitement as he inwardly exclaimed, "Wow! This is the goddess of my dreams!"
Shen Mocong was also pleased with Li Yun. The two entered the elevator, preparing to go downstairs to get their car.
When the elevator arrived, Li Yun walked in ahead of Shen Mocong. As expected, she stood in front of him.
The scent from her smooth, milky back was intoxicating, making Li Yun extremely aroused. He stealthily glanced at the bottom of her backless dress.
The design was outrageous—the hem dipped so low that it almost reached her hips. He could faintly see the elastic band of her panties.
This level of stimulation almost made Li Yun's nose bleed. It reminded him of the sexy lace panties he had accidentally seen in the bathroom, ones that his mother-in-law, Su Yuya, had taken off.
My goodness!
Why are women's panties so mysterious?
Li Yun's mind was in turmoil, and he still hadn't caught his breath by the time they got into the car.
In the southern part of Donglai City, in the Huijia District, this area was where the wealthy congregated.
The land was expensive, with every inch worth a fortune. High-end restaurants, upscale bars, top-tier clubs, five-star hotels, high-class business centers, premium office buildings, exclusive fashion boutiques, and top-notch fitness and entertainment centers were all clustered here.
You could bump into someone on the street who was worth hundreds of millions. The Huijia District was a symbol of status, the aspiration of millions in Zhonghai City, a paradise for the rich.
Here, luxurious mansions, high-end cars, and beautiful women were everywhere.
If you had enough money to splurge, this place would warmly embrace you and welcome you into the exclusive club of the wealthy, provided you had a net worth of at least a hundred million.
Li Yun never expected that the inspection site would be at the Mulan Club. This club was a social gathering place for successful individuals and the wealthy.
The membership fee was $16,000. Along with Tian Shang Tian, Tie Xue, Banker's Club, and Securities Association, it was known as one of the top five clubs in Zhonghai City.
At the entrance of the Mulan Club, luxury cars were lined up. Among them was a "Pagani," a supercar.
Each Zonda delivered to customers had unique charm, exceptional power performance, and the prestigious quality of Pagani's handcrafted excellence.
Most impressively, every Pagani model was a supercar, with the entry-level model boasting an astonishing 500 horsepower.
Each Pagani was limited in production, and if you ordered one, you would have to wait at least nine months for delivery. If you had special requests, a year-long wait was not uncommon.
Currently, there was one Zonda each in Mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. In Pagani's production plan, a total of six right-hand drive models were to be produced.
Hong Kong was allocated three of them. One of the owners was a Hong Kong tycoon, the "Toy King" Tsai Chi-Ming, who made his fortune from manufacturing "Cabbage Babies." He was also the first Pagani owner in Asia.
The owner of this car was said to be the founder of the Mulan Club. This mysterious founder was rumored to be a very beautiful woman with a rather enigmatic background.
One legend claimed that this beautiful woman was related to a Eurasian princess from a European royal family. Otherwise, how could she possess the incredibly prestigious Pagani?
The club was brightly lit, with a spacious and luxurious hall.
The decor was opulent yet tasteful. The floor was made of smooth marble, and a gigantic crystal chandelier emitted a dazzling light. Soft, pleasing music echoed through the hall.
A long purple satin table, adorned with fresh flowers, displayed a variety of delicacies for guests to help themselves. Waitresses in well-fitted cheongsams carried trays of drinks, circulating among the guests.
The men present were all in suits and ties, behaving politely and gentlemanly, while the women were dressed in various evening gowns, exuding elegance.
These men and women engaged in soft conversations or laughter, with the more outgoing ones mingling and showing off their social skills. However, everyone's smiles were a bit restrained and somewhat insincere.
This was the high-society party, the favorite social game of the successful and the wealthy.
Li Yun and Shen Mocong gracefully entered the club and blended into the hall.
"Mocong, is that you?" a slightly surprised voice rang out beside them.
Li Yun looked up and was struck by the sight of an enchanting beauty. She was dressed in a red silk cheongsam, which accentuated her delicate features and curvaceous figure. She was speaking to Shen Mocong, but her alluring gaze kept darting towards Li Yun.
"When did you come back to the country? And who is this?"
"This is my assistant, Li Yun. Yun, this is..." Shen Mocong began, but Li Yun, captivated by the beauty's appearance, interrupted with a smile, "Minister Shen, I know. This must be your sister. Your sister is so beautiful..."
Both the beauty and Shen Mocong were taken aback. Shen Mocong rolled her eyes, while the beauty couldn't help but let out a giggle, almost out of breath.
"Mocong, this young man is quite something. He calls me your sister? Hahaha..."
Shen Mocong, with a playful nudge, said to the beauty, "Don't mind him, Auntie Song. He..."
Li Yun, realizing his mistake, quickly tried to make amends. "Auntie Song, your cheongsam is exquisite. It makes you look like a celestial being."
Qin Keqing was genuinely delighted. She hadn't laughed like that in years. She had initially thought Li Yun was Shen Mocong's boyfriend, but judging by his attire and the way he addressed Shen Mocong, she realized she had been mistaken.
Women always had endless topics to discuss, leaving Li Yun with little chance to chime in. He absentmindedly looked around, his mind wandering.
From a distance, a chorus of admiration caught his attention. He turned to look and felt his breath catch. He was overwhelmed by their beauty, and his heart pounded in his chest.
Three stunning beauties were making their way through the crowd, who parted to let them pass.
The women were dressed in black, red, and white floor-length gowns, each exuding a different charm.
An Biyu, in a fiery red dress with a heart-shaped neckline that revealed a deep cleavage and most of her snowy white breasts, was captivating. Xu Qing, in a sexy black bustier dress that clung to her curves, showcased her ivory skin, soft shoulders, and voluptuous figure, leaving many men almost nosebleed-worthy.
Song Suxiang, in a white gown, not only flaunted her smooth, snowy back but also accentuated her elegant and graceful figure, embodying an extraordinary and refined aura. She was pure and untouchable, like a goddess.
If An Biyu represented the coquettish charm of a young wife, Xu Qing the flirtatious expressions of a mature woman, then Song Suxiang was a blend of gentle beauty and a hint of coldness, full-figured yet slender, the epitome of a virtuous and elegant wife and mother.
The three women were each more regal and sexy than the last. The men were all transfixed, while the women felt a mix of admiration, jealousy, and inadequacy.
The Mulan Club was truly one of the top clubs in Donglai City. The women here were all stunningly beautiful, and Li Yun found them somewhat familiar.
He had had an intimate encounter with An Biyu, although he had been so drunk at the time that he barely remembered anything, let alone who he was.
But he had left a mark on her, so there was a vague, hazy memory.
Li Yun didn't recognize An Biyu right away, but he immediately spotted Xu Qing. Her snow-white, firm, and voluptuous breasts were etched in his memory.
Even in his midnight dreams, he would recall Xu Qing's long, plump legs and her sexy lace panties.
As for Song Suxiang, she seemed familiar too. Where had he seen her before? Li Yun furrowed his brow, staring intently at the three women, lost in deep contemplation.
Upon seeing Li Yun, An Biyu's graceful steps faltered, and her pretty face turned bright red. Xu Qing glared at him, looking like she wanted to chew him out.
Song Suxiang felt a sense of familiarity with Li Yun, but she just couldn't place where she had seen him before.
What are you staring at? Hmph! Can't move when you see a beautiful woman! Shen Mocong thought to herself, feeling somewhat annoyed. It seemed Huang Ying had thought the same thing.
Only women truly understand other women.
At that moment, the hall filled with a melodious tune, and couples began to enter the dance floor hand in hand.
Qin Keqing playfully winked at Li Yun and said with a smile, "Yun, why don't you ask Mocong to dance?"
Li Yun's heart suddenly surged with excitement. He looked at Shen Mocong's low-cut evening gown, revealing her plump, perky breasts and her smooth, snowy back, and felt a pang of desire.
Hearing Qin Keqing's suggestion, Shen Mocong smiled generously and gave him an encouraging look.
Li Yun promptly walked up to Shen Mocong with grace and formally invited her to dance.
As he stood in front of Shen Mocong, Li Yun couldn't help but stare at her low-cut neckline, which showcased two snow-white, plump mounds and a tantalizing cleavage. His eyes were fixated.
With Shen Mocong's acceptance, she gently raised her arm, causing the two elastic, snow-white mounds to bounce more vigorously without the constraint of a bra. In that instant, Li Yun felt a rush of blood to his head, his face grew hot, his heart pounded faster, and a surge of heat rushed to his groin.
He barely managed to compose himself by taking a deep breath, or he would have embarrassed himself right there.
"Minister Shen, may I have this dance?" Li Yun extended his hand with a gentlemanly flourish, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"Hmm," Shen Mocong glanced at him with a subtle look, then smiled and, with a coquettish expression, slowly placed her delicate hand on Li Yun's burning one.
Li Yun was momentarily stunned by her soul-stirring gaze.
A soft giggle, "Pffft," from Qin Keqing snapped him out of his daze.
As Li Yun and Shen Mocong stepped onto the dance floor, all eyes in the room were on them.