After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Chapter 9: Tempting Voice

“Hold on, pretty lady, let’s take a picture first.”

The two girls that Liu Mingxuan brought over excitedly ran to pose with the champagne tower.

“Like this isn’t the best angle; here’s a better one.” Liu Mingxuan stepped in to help them find the right pose.

Girls liked showing off; even if it was just a few likes and comments on social media, it gave them a great sense of satisfaction. He felt sure he wouldn’t be alone tonight.

When they finished taking pictures, Li Manli and her coworker poured champagne for everyone.

With a reluctant smile, she raised her glass to Lu Liang. “Brother Liang, I’d like to make a toast to you.”

“Alright, then you can leave.” Lu Liang took a sip and lifted his glass briefly.

“Thank you, Brother Liang. We’ll take our leave then.”

Gritting her teeth, she left, masking her frustration with a forced smile. As she passed by the window, she couldn’t help but glance back at him. He had helped her twice now, so why did he act so indifferent?

After she left, Zhang Qian, smiling warmly, brought a glass over and leaned toward him. “Brother Liang, do you like Lili?”

Having worked in the nightlife scene for seven or eight years, Zhang Qian could see right through men. She knew the game well; this was all about playing hard-to-get. That approach might work on younger girls but not on seasoned women like herself.

“Lili? I only like you, Qianqian.” Lu Liang wrapped an arm around her waist, enjoying the sensation of her soft, curvy figure.

Zhang Qian didn’t know that Li Manli lived across from him, so she didn’t feel the need to rush. A young, unripe apple needed time to ripen, but a ripe, juicy peach like Zhang Qian only needed the slightest temptation to be fully savored.

“I like you the most, Brother Liang.” Surprised, Zhang Qian’s expression shifted to a radiant smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling close.

If she’d have given in so easily over two bottles of Ace of Spades and a mid-tier private room’s worth of sales, she’d be selling herself too cheaply.

Now at thirty, her looks and figure weren’t what they’d been at twenty. She needed to plan for her future.

Zhang Qian wanted to know how Lu Liang, in just two months, had gone from being a real estate agent to driving a multimillion-yuan luxury car.

Each had their own motives, and as they drank, they clung to each other, sharing tales of “honest feelings.”

Liu Mingxuan smiled, knowing the main characters had paired off, so he formed his own group. With the two girls he’d met earlier and two more from the club, they formed a little train.

“Toot toot, let’s go~!”

The five of them danced their way downstairs to the dance floor.

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As the night wore on, couples or groups drifted from the club’s dance floor, each pairing off for the rest of the night.

With his arm around a young, beautiful girl, Liu Mingxuan came to the private room window, tapping the glass lightly.

Lu Liang looked over, and Liu Mingxuan gave him a signal that he was leaving early with company for the night.

“Qianqian, I’m heading out too.”

Having thrown out the bait, Lu Liang was waiting for Zhang Qian to bite.

With the liquor still buzzing in him, he’d casually opened his Guotai Securities account, displaying his eight-figure balance.

With a smart, mature woman, directness was key. Playing coy would just waste both of their time.

There were countless women working in Shanghai’s nightlife scene, but few ever managed to save enough to buy a home.

Because the money came easily, they didn’t treat it with much care, living a life of indulgence until the years passed them by, leaving them empty-handed. ŗἁ𝐍ȰBÈꞩ

Zhang Qian was clever, frequently dropping hints to learn how Lu Liang had struck it rich. Lu Liang would hint here and there, confident she’d make the right choice.

“Brother Liang, you’ve had a lot to drink. Let me take you home.”

Softly spoken, Zhang Qian knew that if she didn’t seem a little reluctant, she wouldn’t get the information she was after. Even if she was at risk of being played, she was prepared for it.

“I’ll call someone to drive us.”

Lu Liang settled the bill, which totaled 42,000 yuan for the night. The private room fee was the biggest expense; the drinks came second. He called Tan Tao to come pick them up.

Zhang Qian went to freshen up quickly, then returned to support Lu Liang as they waited by the entrance.

Couples like them were common: some men supporting women, some women supporting men, all heading to nearby hotels.

After a short wait, Tan Tao arrived, as professional as ever in a black suit and white gloves, looking every bit the experienced chauffeur.

Upon reaching the Peace Hotel, Zhang Qian’s eyes widened in surprise. “Brother Liang, you’re staying here?”

Lu Liang nodded, taking her to the exclusive elevator up to the British suite on the seventh floor.

Zhang Qian looked even more astonished. She’d heard about the Peace Hotel’s Nine Nations Suite but had never stayed there.

Her gaze grew warmer as she lightly traced her fingers over his neck, swaying slightly before coming around to stand behind him. On tiptoe, she kissed his cheek and whispered, “Brother Liang, let me freshen up first.”

“Go ahead.” As Zhang Qian entered the bathroom, Lu Liang lay down on the sofa, a small grin forming as he got up to follow her.

Zhang Qian was reapplying her makeup when she caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, smirking as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands slowly moving upward.

She let out a playful laugh, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Brother Liang, rushing won’t get you anywhere.”

“You do your thing; I just came to take a shower.” Lu Liang chuckled, giving her a light pinch on the chin as he started to undress.

“Nice physique. Do you work out?” Zhang Qian leaned against the sink, arms folded, watching him like a mischievous rogue.

“I just started recently.” Lu Liang showed no hesitation, undressing completely in front of her.

Then, without warning, he pulled her under the showerhead, turning on the rain shower mode and letting the warm water pour over them.

“Oh no! My clothes are soaked... I’ll have to redo my makeup…” Her voice turned into muffled murmurs as something silenced her unexpectedly.

After some time, which could be considered either short or long, Lu Liang emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, looking deeply satisfied. He reclined on the sofa, ordered some late-night snacks, and closed his eyes, still smiling.

The clock ticked on, and as midnight struck, ushering in a new day, Lu Liang’s eyes snapped open, a surge of joy filling him—he heard the voice again.

【June 2, Chinese Online, 39.82 yuan】

Quickly, he looked up the stock and found that the previous closing price was 17.85 yuan.

This meant that over the next 12 days, or 8 trading sessions, the stock would rise by 21.97 yuan.

Although it wasn’t as dramatic as Baofeng Technology’s leap from 7.14 yuan to 310 yuan—a staggering 43-fold increase—Chinese Online wasn’t a new stock. There was no need for subscriptions; as long as he had the money, he could buy as much as he wanted.

He noted the tip and continued to browse news on the stock, unaware that Zhang Qian had quietly approached him from behind.

“Chinese Online? Is there something special about this stock?”

She was dressed in a matching bathrobe, with expertly reapplied makeup, her short, dark red hair still slightly damp at the ends.

Zhang Qian knew how to captivate men’s attention. Beneath the robe, instead of bare skin, was a pair of fishnet stockings, and she was wearing peep-toe heels.

Dressed this way, she was somehow more alluring than if she wore nothing at all.

“It’s worth keeping an eye on,” Lu Liang replied, tucking away his phone. He patted his lap, inviting her to sit.

“Why did you put on makeup again?” Though time had barely marked her face, it seemed to have added a hint of allure.

She kissed his forehead with a playful smile. “I’m afraid you’d take one look at my bare face and make a run for it.”

“With such refined features, there’s no way you’d look bad without makeup.” Lu Liang smiled, gently stroking her leg, his fingers occasionally slipping through the holes in her fishnets.

After their time in the bathroom, their connection had quickly deepened, and at least for now, they felt like true lovers.

“Men and their silver tongues,” Zhang Qian teased, twisting her hips in a playful attempt to reignite his passion.

She hadn’t forgotten the reason she was here; she hadn’t come to fall in love but to uncover how Lu Liang had struck gold.

After a while, sensing an unmistakable spark of interest from him, Zhang Qian nibbled on his ear and murmured, “Come on, be a good brother and tell me—what’s the story with that stock?”

A sly grin on his face, Lu Liang toyed with something soft and very real. “The market’s looking good, worth a buy. But take it or leave it—it’s up to you.”

Zhang Qian might not be young, but she was still highly alluring, and he wanted to keep this arrangement going for a while. He didn’t mind dropping a little “inside” tip.

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