Suihe leaned closer, tilting her head, all with sharp confidence and playful intent. "Then it's perfect. Tonight, it's just you and me, Yunyun. Let's dance our a— ahem. Let's dance our backs off..." Suihe corrected herself, she had forgotten there was a little kid amidst them.
Yunying's eyes sparkled, dangerous and gleeful. "Oh, it's going to be fun, Suisui. We'll make sure everyone knows the eldest Miss Xu is back… and untouchable."
Louli rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Fine, I'll live vicariously through you two tonight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Yunying smirked, leaning back as if plotting the night ahead. "Don't worry, I'll save a little chaos for you too."
Suihe's apartment smelled faintly of sandalwood and expensive perfume, the kind of space that screamed independent and dangerous woman.
Clothes and makeup were scattered across the sofa, like war paint before battle.
Suihe emerged from her bedroom holding two hangers..
"One for you, one for me." she announced, her eyes glittering.
She handed Yunying a white dress. Off the hanger, it looked deceptively simple, a bandeau-style top with sheer, off-the-shoulder sleeves dusted in tiny sparkles, and a ruched mini skirt that promised danger the second it touched skin.
For herself, she held a red satin, with a heart-shaped neckline and crisscross straps that gleamed under the light.
It was lighter and flimsier, but no less lethal than Yunying's.
Yunying ran her fingers over the delicate fabric of her own dress, a slow smile tugging at her lips. "You really want me to cause trouble tonight, huh?"
"That's the point.." Suihe shot back, already tossing her black hair over one shoulder. "The new Yunying doesn't hide anymore."
Minutes later, both women stood in front of the full-length mirror. Yunying slipped into her white outfit, the ruched skirt hugging her hips, the shimmer of the sleeves catching every flicker of light. She looked bold and dangerous.
Suihe, in her red satin, looked like fire given form, with her smokey eyes smoldering, lips painted deep crimson. She towered when she stepped into her glossy red platform heels, their straps winding around her ankles.
Not to be outdone, Yunying buckled the white platform heels Suihe had picked for her. The second she stood, her legs looked endless, her reflection a goddess staring back.
"Well?" Suihe asked, cocking a brow, striking a pose beside her.
Yunying did a slow turn in the mirror, her lips curving into a dangerous smirk. "We're not just going to the club. We're about to ruin lives."
The two of them burst into laughter, their heels clicking against the polished floor like the countdown to chaos.
The bass from inside the club thumped faintly through the velvet ropes, but the two women were stuck at the entrance.
Suihe crossed her arms, her tattoos peeking from her red satin two piece, her tone sharp. "Are you seriously stopping me? Do you even know who I am?"
The security guard looked nervous but unmoving. "Miss Suihe, of course you may enter. But your… guest doesn't have a VIP record." His eyes slid dismissively over Yunying. Same story as always...the trashy eldest miss.
Yunying's lips curved, though her eyes went cold. Before she could retort, a stir rippled through the crowd.
A tall man strode past the line, flanked by two others. Broad shoulders, refined suit, a cool aura that drew every gaze without effort. The security guard straightened instantly, bowing his head.
"Mr. Qian.." the guard greeted quickly, almost tripping over himself.
Yunying's eyes flicked up. So that's his name… Qian. Recognition jolted through her, this was the same man she'd seen in Golden's private lot.
Her smile sharpened.
She glided forward, ignoring the velvet rope, and stopped right in front of him. Her hand slipped easily into his, like she'd known him forever.
"Mr. Qian.." she said smoothly, lifting her gaze. "I need your help. Can you lend me a little of your status… and get me inside?"
His stride slowed. A faint crease formed between his brows.
This was unexpected..
"You don't have an ID, Miss Xu?" His tone was calm, but his eyes lingered on her face.
Yunying froze for a split second. He knew who she was? Even the guard didn't recognize her, but he did.
Recovering, she smiled, lips curling. "Apparently, I'm not VIP enough."
Something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then, with a small nod, he agreed.
The man beside him looked utterly shocked, he actually went along with this?!
Crazy!
Yunying tugged him lightly toward the guard, who practically snapped to attention. "Of course, of course! Please, come in right away!" The velvet rope was yanked aside without hesitation.
Inside, the club hummed with low lights, expensive liquor, and murmurs from booths filled with power. Yunying turned back to Qian Jinxing, flashing him her brightest smile. "Thank you, Mr. Qian."
Before she could linger, Suihe grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward a corner booth, whispering fiercely.
"Are you insane? Do you even know who that was?"
Yunying arched a brow. "Handsome, obviously."
"That was Qian Jinxing!" Suihe hissed. "As in the Qian Jinxing. The one Xiao Lian's been bragging about, the man she wants to marry. It's all anyone in society talks about."
Yunying's lips parted slightly in surprise. Then, slowly, her smile spread, wicked and unhurried.
"Oh, I didn't know." Her laugh was soft, velvety, and dangerous. "But now that I do… I'm definitely going to have some fun with him."
Yunying licked her lips nervously, glancing at Suihe.
"Suuhe… would you mind if I… went off on my own? I want to have some fun with Qian Jinxing."
Suihe grinned like the chaos queen she was, raising her glass in approval. "Go get him, babe. But remember..men like him? They don't sit in the crowd. They've got their private rooms upstairs. You'll know them, they're glass, so they can look down on everyone else like gods."
Yunying chuckled, tossing back a shot for courage. The burn lit her throat, making her bold. "Then it'll be easy to find him."
She stood, smoothing the hem of her white skirt, and started walking toward the staircase.
The security stationed at the stairs gave her a look, half suspicion, half lechery. But when she smiled, all pearly teeth and casual grace, they stepped aside. Still, their eyes clung to her curves in a way that made her skin crawl.