"Do you think they'll succeed this time?" Zhong Qing continued, nibbling on a snack platter.
Tang Ziyun shook her head. "I don't think it'll be easy, especially that girl in the bodycon skirt. She doesn't look like the type who's easily fooled."
"What if my brother uses his 'money magic'?" Meng Qianyu joked.
Tang Ziyun paused. "Uh... then pretend I never said anything."
Su Yang glanced at the opposite side, picked up the whiskey bottle on the table, and poured drinks for everyone. "Come on, let's have our drinks and not mind them."
"Sounds good, let's drink."
On the other side, Meng Wenzhou, Liu Bo, and the other two pretended to be new customers, making a detour from the other side of the bar and walking along the direction of the main entrance to sit at the table opposite the two girls.
Only three or four meters separated the two tables.
The four of them were in no hurry. They first sat down, ordered a few drinks, then took out cigarettes, lit them, and started chatting in low voices.
Meng Wenzhou's position had his left side facing the two girls sitting together.
Why not sit facing them directly? Because he was very aware that his profile was more handsome than his full face.
Indeed, Meng Wenzhou was originally the best-looking among the group besides Su Yang. His facial features were well-defined—a high nose bridge, large eyes, with slightly deep-set eye sockets. This kind of appearance did look more attractive from the side.
Meng Wenzhou leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, doing his best to display his handsome profile. He deliberately held his cigarette with his left hand, which was wearing a Richard Mille watch.
A strand of hair fell across his forehead, and coupled with his slightly older age, he exuded a mature, masculine charm.
Liu Bo and Ji Bo sat directly opposite the two girls, while Zhang Ziming sat on the other side.
Zhang Ziming took a drag of his cigarette and whispered to Meng Wenzhou, "So? You're sure you don't need me to give you some tips?"
Meng Wenzhou shook his head slightly. "I was hitting on girls while you guys were still playing in the mud. Do I need your tips?"
Zhang Ziming laughed. "Then how are you planning to make your move?"
"I'm not. I'll wait for them to make a move on me."
Zhang Ziming: "..."
He smiled helplessly and turned to look at Liu Bo and Ji Bo, who were staring straight at the two girls opposite.
"Hey! Can you two stop staring so blatantly? You'll easily come off as creeps."
Ji Bo scratched his head. "Oh, right, couldn't help it. Won't look anymore, won't look."
Liu Bo chuckled. "I just took a quick glance."
"Old Meng doesn't need my help, but do you two need it?"
Liu Bo shook his head. "I don't need it either. My motto is: if it works, it works; if it doesn't, forget it."
Zhang Ziming gave Liu Bo a thumbs-up. "You're something. How about you?" He looked at Ji Bo and asked.
Ji Bo smiled faintly. "I need help~"
While they were discussing strategies, the two girls opposite had naturally noticed the four guys at the table in front of them.
The two drank and whispered to each other.
The girl in the bodycon skirt asked quietly, "Taozi, see them? Two of them are quite good-looking."
The girl named Taozi nodded with a smile. "Feifei, you're not thinking of asking for their WeChat again, are you?"
"What do you mean 'again'? I haven't asked that many guys for their WeChat."
"Then what's your idea?"
The girl named Feifei rolled her eyes and whispered, "Let's observe a bit more. I think the guy in the black T-shirt is pretty good, very much my type."
"And look at the watch on his left hand."
Taozi looked up and frowned. "What watch? I don't really know about these things."
"Do you know Richard Mille?"
Taozi stuck out her tongue and shook her head. "No idea~"
Feifei sighed helplessly. "If that watch of his is real, it costs at least three or four million."
"How much??!"
...
Over on Meng Wenzhou's side, Zhang Ziming anxiously glanced at the other three. "I say, are you three really just here to drink? Make a move! What are you just sitting here for?"
"Especially you! Weren't you just saying how regrettable it was? Now the target is right in front of you, so take action!"
Zhang Ziming looked at Ji Bo, his tone full of exasperation.
"Let me psych myself up a bit more."
Zhang Ziming shook his head. "I've been explaining the plan to you for ages, and you're still psyching yourself up? I really can't with you. You chicken out at the crucial moment."
Meng Wenzhou chimed in, "Don't be so impatient. They just got here too; they won't leave right away."
Liu Bo shook his head, took a deep breath. "Then I'll go first. I've already figured out how to start."
Meng Wenzhou looked at Liu Bo. "You hold on too. Wait for them to come over."
"Huh? Wait, Brother Meng, are you sure they'll come over?"
"Trust me. This time, I have a strong feeling. Three minutes at most, they'll definitely come over."
Liu Bo, who was ready to make his move, was persuaded by Meng Wenzhou's words and continued observing.
Zhang Ziming shook his head helplessly. "Fine, fine, sit. I'm timing it now. If they don't come over in three minutes, I'm going back. You guys can sit here slowly."
"Don't be like that, I'll need you later~"
Zhang Ziming gave Ji Bo a sidelong glance and didn't bother replying.
Just as the four were talking, the two girls opposite actually did make a move.
However, the girl named Taozi only stood up to make room. After Feifei, who was sitting on the inside, walked out, she sat back down.
"Whoa, are they really coming?" Liu Bo whispered upon seeing this.
Meng Wenzhou looked up and blinked, signaling Liu Bo not to be hasty. They continued chatting normally.
At that moment, Feifei walked over with a smile, swaying her slender waist.
She went straight to Meng Wenzhou's side. Before he could react, she covered her chest with one hand, bent down, and said, "Handsome, can I add your WeChat to get to know you?"
Meng Wenzhou pretended to be surprised, slightly turning and looking up. "What?"
"I said, can I add your WeChat, handsome?"
"Oh, WeChat? Of course you can. But miss, you are...?"
"Oh, I'm here for drinks too, with a friend. We're sitting at that table opposite." Feifei pointed at Taozi.
Meng Wenzhou turned to look and smiled. "That's your friend?"
"Yes~ Actually, I've been watching you guys for a while. I'm a pretty direct person. You don't mind, do you?"
Meng Wenzhou shook his head with a smile. "Of course not. I admire straightforward personalities like yours. We're young, right? Say what you mean, no beating around the bush. So, how about inviting your friend over to join us?"
"Sure! She's a bit shy, that's why I didn't call her earlier."
"It's fine. We're all easygoing."
"Okay." Feifei smiled and turned to wave at Taozi, who was still in her seat. "Taozi, come over~"
Taozi scratched her head awkwardly. "I better not~"
"Come on, what's wrong with getting to know some new friends? Hurry up."
"Oh, okay then."
"Bring our drinks over too."
"Okay~"
Soon, Taozi walked over carrying two cocktail glasses.
Liu Bo and Ji Bo immediately warmly invited the two girls to sit down.
...
Time passed quickly. Unknowingly, over an hour went by. At 12:20 AM, after Su Yang and Pan Ning easily finished the two bottles of whiskey, the group prepared to leave.
Su Qingci then turned to look in the direction of Meng Wenzhou and the others, but the group that had just been chatting was now nowhere to be seen.
Su Qingci was immediately taken aback. "Huh? Where did they go?"
Hearing this, the others also looked over at Meng Wenzhou's table.
"How come they're all gone?"
Just as they were saying this, the bar door opened, and Liu Bo, Ji Bo, and Zhang Ziming walked back in quickly.
As the three approached, Su Yang asked with a puzzled look, "What's going on with you guys? Where's Lao Meng?"
"He left with the girl in the bodycon skirt."
"He left?"
"Yeah, that girl was super forward. She said she was treating him to a late-night snack."
"What about the other one?"
"The other one took a cab back to the hotel by herself first."
Su Yang thought for a moment and looked at Liu Bo and Ji Bo. "So, you're saying the girl who went back to the hotel wasn't interested in you two?"
Liu Bo and Ji Bo exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly. "Ah, it's a long story. We suggested going for a late-night snack together, but she said she was tired and didn't want to go."
"Since she wasn't going, we couldn't very well tag along with Brother Meng, so we had no choice but to come back."
After listening, Meng Qianyu gave the two a sympathetic look. "Well, let's head back then. Keep trying, I believe you two will definitely find someone."
"Alright, let's retreat."
As they spoke, the group picked up their belongings and headed towards the bar.
After Zhong Qing settled the bill, everyone went to the roadside to hail cabs.
Over ten minutes later, everyone had returned to their respective rooms.
...
1:00 AM.
Inside room 1108, Pan Ning finished showering and walked out of the bathroom wearing a beige, sheer silk nightgown.
She rubbed her damp hair with a towel and looked at Su Yang, who was leaning on the sofa playing with his phone.
"Go take a shower, then we'll sleep."
"Sure thing," Su Yang agreed, standing up.
He looked at Pan Ning and suddenly remembered something. "Hey? Didn't you say this afternoon that you'd give me another massage tonight?"
Pan Ning rolled her eyes and said flatly, "Take your shower first, then we'll talk."
Su Yang grinned and quickly dashed into the bathroom. "Alright, five minutes."
...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"