In Terms of Public Morality

Evening.

Su Bai rarely uncovered the dust cover of his Koenigsegg Jesko.

He seldom drove this car out, only occasionally taking it for a spin in the early hours when the roads were empty, speeding around the outskirts for fun.

One could say he had a strong sense of public decency.

Back in his old neighborhood in his hometown, the houses were packed close together, and the sound of modified cars roaring down the streets at night was beyond annoying.

Thankfully, Su Bai had decent sleep quality, but even so, he’d occasionally be jolted awake.

The worst part? Most of those noisy street racers back home weren’t even that wealthy—just some wannabe cool kids with cheap aftermarket modifications.

Absolutely ridiculous.

Tonight, he was heading to the club, and naturally, he’d take this 30-million-yuan hypercar.

Whether in Jiangcheng or even Shanghai’s nightlife scene, this ride would turn heads and command respect.

Vroom!

The sports car roared to life as it left the underground parking lot of the Ascott, turning heads even in Jiangcheng’s most upscale neighborhood.

Following behind was a Mercedes GLE, driven by Wan Xinyue, with Wan Xinyan in the passenger seat. They were tagging along with Su Bai, though they had zero interest in the club scene. Instead, they’d find a spot to eat and drink outside, waiting to chauffeur him back later—since he’d likely be drinking.

Top-tier designated drivers, no doubt.

It wasn’t even 9 PM yet, which, for nightlife venues, meant the night was just getting started.

Around this time, the "early crowd" would begin trickling in.

Many of the women who frequented the nightlife scene would start heading out around now, hailing rides from their preferred residential complexes or apartments—places known for their transient but attractive tenants.

At this hour, these neighborhoods would see a steady stream of young, stylishly dressed women in revealing outfits, hopping into cabs bound for the city’s hottest clubs.

Tonight, the newly opened OUT12 was undoubtedly their top choice. With heavy discounts and plenty of high-rollers expected, it was prime hunting ground for gold diggers.

"Why does this club’s name feel so familiar? Like I’ve seen it somewhere before…"

One of the two girls waiting outside mused aloud.

The other rolled her eyes, took a leisurely drag of her flavored cigarette, and scoffed, "Of course it’s familiar. It’s totally ripping off that one in Hangzhou… But hey, Jiangcheng’s a bit behind the times. At least they’re trying. The other old-school clubs here can’t even compare to this new one."

"Wow, Sis Chen, you really know your stuff. Big-city experience really shows," the first girl fawned, laying on the flattery thick.

Women in the nightlife scene knew the importance of networking.

After all, getting into the right circles meant easier sales when pushing overpriced bottles.

Rich guys splashing cash? Just riding their coattails could mean a hefty payday. Compared to the cheap, demanding customers at regular tables, high-rollers were every club girl’s dream.

Technically, these "club girls" were just alcohol saleswomen, doubling as emotional support for clients. Whether they offered anything beyond that was murkier—sometimes yes, but not always.

The ones with fixed rates were "outside girls."

There was a clear distinction.

Take, for example, the pretty college students who started in clubs. Once their sales dried up and the allure of quick cash grew too strong, they’d often cross over into the "outside" scene…

The two girls waiting for their ride were, in simple terms, more focused on selling alcohol to meet their monthly sales targets. This lifestyle was closer to their ideal of getting something for nothing, though putting an explicit price on it felt... a bit too morally compromising.

"But then again," one of them mused, "our pond here in Jiangcheng is small, and the prey is simpler compared to the big cities. There are pros and cons, I guess. We’ll see tonight—that new guy who just entered the scene seems like someone worth trying to charm."

"Oh, Sister Chen, are you talking about that Su Bai? The handsome guy from Jiangcheng University who drives a Panamera and pops up in those short videos?"

For nightlife girls, content about lavish lifestyles on Douyin was naturally must-watch material.

It was just like gamers stumbling upon highlight reels of epic plays—completely expected.

Lately, she had come across Su Bai’s clips too and had even discussed him with Sister Chen, agreeing that guys this good-looking were a rare find in their circle.

The bar for male attractiveness was set much higher than for girls who could pass as "cute."

After all, women had their three dark arts: plastic surgery, makeup, and photo editing.

These three weren’t exactly mainstream among men...

Then there was the crucial factor: hairstyle.

A girl could invest in a meticulously styled long cut, and with a skilled Tony, flaws in her looks could be strategically hidden.

Don’t underestimate this—many self-assured "cute girls" would instantly drop a tier or two in attractiveness if forced back to their high-school short haircuts.

That’s why nightlife girls splurged on expensive hairstyles.

High-end salons counted them as a key clientele...

So when Sister Chen and her girlfriends saw Su Bai’s videos, they all agreed: this guy’s bone structure was legit.

He rocked an American crew cut—a style that demanded sharp facial features—and dressed in casual streetwear, yet none of it could dull the refinement of his looks.

Young and wealthy? He was practically the dream candidate for nightlife girls.

"Calling him 'that guy who posts short videos'? That’s just sloppy," Sister Chen said, wagging a finger with the air of a seasoned mentor. "If you want to catch a rich guy’s eye, the first rule is to pay attention to the details of his life. The moment you confidently spout wrong information, you instantly become a clown in their eyes—already lagging behind the competition!"

"...Oh, so?"

"Su Bai has never posted his own videos. He’s low-key. It’s always other people catching him doing this or that in random clips."

"Ah, got it..."

The younger girl patted her chest, relieved she hadn’t slipped up in front of Su Bai himself. That would’ve been an instant dealbreaker.

She was still hoping he’d drop a few extravagant bottle service orders and light up the club.

"Honestly, these rich guys are all hollow inside. The ones who get close to them are the girls who can touch their softest spots. So all those tricks that work on average men? Useless here..."

With nothing to do while waiting for their ride, Sister Chen held court, dispensing wisdom.

Her little protege was dazzled, eyes shining with admiration.

Back in the day when Sister Chen was working as a nightlife promoter in Shanghai, she once charmed a heartbroken rich heir. She dated him for six months, during which he bought her an apartment in her hometown of Jiangcheng.

Though it was just a small loft in a commercial district, worth a little over a million, in the gold-digging circles, this was considered a solid win. These days, wealthy men willing to splurge for a pretty face are getting rarer.

So, her girlfriends and other acquaintances all wanted to follow Sister Chen’s lead, hoping to reach similar heights—or even surpass her.

Tonight, Sister Chen had her sights set on Su Bai. Her friends figured, a freshman in college would still be pretty naive when it came to the ways of the world. Sister Chen, on the other hand, was a smooth operator who knew all the tricks. Surely… it’d be fine, right?

Victory was assured!