Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The night had deepened, and the already noisy atmosphere of the bar had gradually become even more clamorous. The frenzied music incessantly pounded at his eardrums, and this, coupled with quite a bit of red wine, was making Chu Mo's head slightly foggy. Yang Duoer and the Zi sisters, Zi Xiang and Zi Yi, had already left. However, from now on, this world would no longer have the Zi sisters—replacing them would be the Qing sisters, Qing Guo and Qing Cheng. Chu Mo had not left with them. At the moment, his mind was filled with various thoughts—the suppression from the eight great families, Yang Duoer's plan, the cultivation of the Qing sisters, and all sorts of other messy issues that were jumbling his thoughts. Two bottles of Heidsieck, each worth millions of RMB, were lying opened on the table. One bottle had just been finished, while the other had barely one-fifth consumed, with the majority remaining. He shook his head with a tinge of regret. Originally, Chu Mo had intended to keep these two bottles of top-tier wine sealed until they were the last in the world, to then enjoy them. Now that both bottles were opened, particularly the one that was almost untouched, he couldn't help but feel it was somewhat wasteful. It wasn't the two or three million RMB that pained him but the simple fact that there was only so much of this top-tier wine in the world. Once it was gone, it was truly gone. The atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly hot and intense as the night wore on. The potent music, accompanied by colorful lights, easily captivated and misled those within. Chu Mo had gone to the restroom midway through the evening, with his bodyguard captain, Fang Lihu, standing guard by his side. On the way back to his booth, his roving eyes caught sight of a familiar and attractive figure at another booth across the bar. Chu Mo paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried hard to remember where he had seen her before. But the numbing effect of the alcohol and his somewhat jumbled brain prevented him from recalling the identity of that familiar figure momentarily. After a moment's hesitation, he strode toward the booth for two. It was a ravishing young woman in a blue evening gown, her fluffy, ear-length hair and face makeup exuding a seductive charm. The multicolored lights shined on her pale face, and as Chu Mo approached, he confirmed she was completely unknown to him. He exchanged a glance with the seductive woman and offered a slight smile, intending to turn away, but at that moment, a young man about thirty sitting opposite her suddenly cracked a mocking smile and said: "Miss Number Seven really is irresistibly charming; that must be the sixteenth man who has tried to strike up a conversation with you tonight! A toad is indeed just a toad, though this one seems to know its place!" Hearing that, Chu Mo, who was about to leave, paused. He turned to look at the young man seated opposite the woman. The man was casually dressed in a suit with a blue tie, looking clean and tidy, resembling a company executive. He curved his lips slightly and then said indifferently: "Sir, if you would please excuse me, I wish to have a heart-to-heart talk with Miss Number Seven about the romance of life!" Hearing this, the young man in the suit, who had been holding a glass of wine, looked up for the first time. When he saw the refined Chu Mo and the tall Fang Lihu by his side, his previously arrogant demeanor immediately mellowed. In this world, there are no fools. His previous comments had been purely out of mockery because a dozen others had tried and failed to strike up a conversation before, leaving dejectedly. Moreover, Chu Mo had just arrived and was about to leave, he hadn't even taken a second glance at Chu Mo, which led him to misjudge the situation. In this world, it is generally clear who can be offended and who cannot. Much like Chu Mo could tell at a glance the identity of the suit-wearing young man, the young man was likewise able to judge in an instant that the young man with the golden glasses was not one to be trifled with. Not wanting to escalate the misunderstanding, the young man in the suit immediately moderated his expression. He also looked toward Miss Number Seven opposite him, hoping she would say something to defuse the situation. However, Chu Mo wasn't about to give him that chance. He had drunk quite a bit and was a bit muddled, and he had no interest in entangling with the man at the moment. He patted the young man in the suit on the shoulder, the smile on Chu Mo's face gentle, as he softly said: "From Kangjian Pharmaceutical Company? If you don't want trouble, I suggest you leave now!" Upon hearing this, the young man's face tensed as he glanced down at his work badge. Gritting his teeth with a beauty before him and about to vehemently defend his honor, he caught sight from the corner of his eye that at least four or five brawny men in black were striding briskly toward them. Moreover, it was clear that these men in black were the bodyguards of the young man before him. As if doused with cold water, the young man in the suit left without uttering another word. At that moment, Fang Lihu, the vice-captain of the bodyguards, was leading four or five men in black, securing the perimeter around the booth for two. Chu Mo watched the sulking young man in the suit leave and finally turned his attention to the woman known as Miss Number Seven. He smiled faintly, and instead of sitting down, Chu Mo said softly: "I will take care of your expenses for tonight. Enjoy yourself!" With those words, the utterly uninterested Chu Mo turned and walked away. The only reason he had approached just now was that he thought Miss Number Seven looked somewhat like someone from his past, prompting him to check. Having confirmed she was not an acquaintance, Chu Mo lost interest in conversing with her. Had it not been for the provocation of the man in the suit, he would have already returned to his own booth.