Lin Qingyao looked at the door, really didn't want to force her way in. Now she didn't know what was going on inside. If she forced her way in and found out it wasn't something she could control, not only would she be unable to save Li Yu, but she might even put herself in danger.

  At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked over.

  When he saw Lin Qingyao, his eyes lit up and he quickened his pace by a few steps, climbing the not-so-high stairs to walk beside Lin Qingyao.

  "What's going on here? Why are you blocking this beauty from entering?" The middle-aged man with a big belly stood up straight, his tone unfriendly.

  The male waiter hastily nodded and bowed, saying: "So it's Director Qiao who has arrived, please come in...please come in."

  "Hey, didn't you hear me asking?!" This fat guy called Qiao Zong had his eyes glued to Lin Qingyao's body.

  Lin Qingyao furrowed her brow, suppressing the urge to dig out the big fat man's eyes, and said calmly: "Sir, don't be angry with him, it's my fault, I couldn't find the membership card..."

  Qiao's eyes widened, of course, this was a glare at his servant: "Is that so?"

  This man named Old Zhou is the big boss of the Sunny Night Club, and the waiters don't dare to offend him. If they do, they might lose their jobs. He hangs his head and doesn't dare to speak, afraid that one sentence from him will anger Old Zhou.

  Qiao turned his head towards Lin Qingyao and smiled kindly: "Miss, don't mind him. If you don't mind, would you like to go in with me?"

  Finally, he stiffly added: "I'll see who dares to stop me!"

  Lin Qingyao nodded calmly: "Thank you for your trouble."

  He followed Qiao to the inside, this is a free ride sent to the door, not taking it would be weird! Li Yu is now inside, and he doesn't know what's going on. The earlier he figures it out, the earlier he can feel at ease, but there's no time to bother with that servant.

  With Old Zhou around, the waiter didn't even ask for membership cards and with a humble attitude, escorted the two of them in.

  When passing through the revolving door, Qiao seemed to want to pull Lin Qingyao along with her, but Lin Qingyao was a step late, and the glass partition separated the two people.

  Qiao looked at Lin Qingyao with some regret, and as soon as he entered the door, he stretched out his own salty pig hand again, wanting to hold Lin Qingyao's waist, but Lin Qingyao dodged him imperceptibly.

  This nightclub called Yangtian is a very famous place in Chengdu, known for its decadence and debauchery.

  Which nightclub doesn't open its doors and make noise? But on this sunny day, it's standing at the door watching, no membership card, not allowed to enter.

  The purpose is obvious, and most of the things inside can't be exposed to light.

  The men and women who come here are basically not good people. Take this Director Qiao, for example. When he's outside, he looks like a decent human being, but as soon as he enters this nightclub, he loosens his tie and turns into a lecherous pig.

  In the nightclub hall, a group of men and women were dancing closely together, with colorful lights making people feel like they were in a dream.

  The air was filled with all sorts of perfume scents, men's and women's, which made Lin Qingyao feel a bit nauseous.

  "Little sister, what brings you here? If you want to have fun, then follow me and I'll take care of everything, food and drink included!" Qiao Zong boomed, pounding his chest, shouting over the loud music that made it hard to hear anything unless you spoke up.

  Lin Qingyao looked at Qiao with bright eyes and said in a clear voice: "I'm here to see a friend."

  Qiao Zong looked at Lin Qingyao with a strange gaze, the girl's voice in front of him was light and nimble, her voice wasn't loud, yet it accurately reached his ears.

  But soon, Qiao Zong threw away the doubts in his heart and stared blankly at Lin Qingyao's face. He could see that although the girl in front of him was not very old, she had a mature charm on her body. At first glance, it was clear... The heart inside the shell and the beautiful skin outside were inconsistent.

  Such a woman, Old Cao has seen many of them before, most likely she's been out and about for a while, that's why she gives people this kind of feeling.

  Little did they know, Lin Qingyao's appearance may look young, but her actual age was already twenty-two, and she wasn't that kind of simple girl either. She had gone through marriage and divorce, and then started cultivating again. With all these things happening one after another, it naturally added a sense of maturity to her.

  In Qiao's eyes, a woman like Lin Qingyao who comes to the nightclub is here to have fun and find rich people to play with. Now saying something about finding friends is just a tactic of pretending to be unwilling.

  Money, he has plenty of it. As for that feeling of wanting to welcome and reject at the same time... Usually, he is a straightforward person who likes to get straight to the point. However, today, this little girl in front of him is really too beautiful. He doesn't mind taking a detour with her.

  "Ah? Looking for a friend? Is this friend male or female? Can I help in any way?" If this beautiful flower already has an owner, then he'd better think twice. Whoever can possess such a lovely girl must be no ordinary person. He came here to have fun, not to offend anyone.

  Qiao's success in expanding his family's ceramics business is due to this accommodating and smooth approach, which can be described as either tactful or sycophantic.

  To those who are inferior to him, such as the servant, he is blunt and straightforward. To those who are superior to him, however, he is like a lapdog, fawning and flattering.

  Lin Qingyao, who had originally wanted to turn around and leave, smiled lightly after hearing what Qiao Zong said: "It's a girl. My friend is upstairs, let's go up and play together."

  Qiao heard that it was a girl? Then, this beauty still doesn't have an owner? And there's another friend? Also a girl? The beauty's friends are mostly also beauties. At the time, if one can play with a pair of sister flowers, wouldn't it be even better?

  Infatuated, Qiao Zong nodded enthusiastically at Lin Qingyao's words.

  The fragrance insect has flown upstairs, and there is patchouli on the jade symbol. It's absolutely right, Li Yu is upstairs!

  Lin Qingyao and Qiao Zong came to the stairs together, and as expected, going upstairs wasn't something you could do casually, it required an appointment!

  Qiao stood there, hands on hips, scolding loudly.

  "I've made a deal with your father and friends! If you don't let me go up, I'll tear down this store!" shouted Qiao Zong.

  Lin Qingyao would have definitely given Qiao a round of applause and encouragement if she wasn't too worried about Li Yu.

  Qiao's face was really distinctive, and as a regular at the nightclub, all the waiters knew him. With that said, no one dared to stop them, and they let Lin Qingyao and Qiao go up together.

  The staircase of this nightclub is made of red wood, giving it an extra luxurious feel. The second floor is entirely private rooms, and from the corridor on the second floor, you can still see the men and women dancing wildly below.

  Although such an environment is a bit noisy, it can indeed make people get excited quickly.

  "Where is your friend?" asked Old Chao. A friend who could come to the second floor VIP room must not be a simple character, right?

  Lin Qingyao walked a few steps and stopped in front of a door.

  On the door hung a small sign with a picture of peony on it.

  Peony, the king of flowers, but the people inside are the noble guests of the entire nightclub.

  Outside the door stood several young and beautiful maids, all wearing tight-fitting black hot pants.

  "It's this." Lin Qingyao said, looking at a nearly transparent, grain-of-rice-sized insect stuck to the door.

  Lin Qingyao didn't know what was going on inside and didn't dare to act rashly, so she looked at Qiao Zong instead.

  Qiao didn't bother with those few waitresses and directly knocked on the door.

  Those maids didn't dare ask more questions either. Since people could be let in downstairs, the rest of the matters were not something they should concern themselves with.

  "Come in!" A voice came from inside.

  Qiao pushed open the door and walked in with Lin Qingyao together.

  Inside, the light was very dim, with over a dozen men and women seated. Lin Qingyao didn't have time to pay attention to others, first sensing that the people inside were all ordinary humans, not a single cultivator among them, nor even any descendants of bloodlines. Long Song let out a breath.

  "It seems that the tool has arrived, and soon we will open this fierce girl's shell... Let's see how hard she can be!" Someone said this as soon as the door opened.

  The moment Old Qiao walked in, everyone inside was stunned. This big fat guy wasn't even a service staff here.

  "Who are you! What are you doing here?" Someone rushed over and blocked Joe's line of sight.

  Qiao Zong saw that he was just a young whippersnapper and didn't take it to heart, smiling as he said: "Didn't we agree to come together and have some fun?" As he spoke, he pointed at Lin Qingyao.

  Although the young man rushing forward blocked Lin Qingyao's line of sight, Lin Qingyao had already sensed the current situation with her divine sense. At this moment, both hands were clenched into fists, ready to rush up, who could still hear what Old Man Qiao was saying?

  "How can there be another beauty delivering herself to the door?......" The person who rushed up and blocked the line of sight of the two people, had not finished speaking when they were pushed away by Lin Qingyao.

  He staggered and took two steps before regaining his balance.

  To outsiders, it didn't seem like Lin Qingyao had pushed him. The soft and weak-looking woman couldn't have much strength, could she? It was probably just that he had gotten drunk and lost his balance himself.

  "Now that you're here, don't leave! Let's have some fun together!" said the person sitting in the main seat, slowly.

  This man was in his early twenties, with a scar on his face that made him look quite intimidating.

  On the large tea table in the private room, there was no fruit or anything else at this moment, but a big living person lying on it. The scar-faced man said something while wiping his hand upwards, and just as he was about to touch the plump side of the person lying beside him.