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Chapter 440 May You Have Good Fortune

But to everyone's surprise, the luck of spinning the wheel was even worse than that of rock-paper-scissors. After several spins, Shen Li only managed to get drinks.

Naturally, it was the young man beside him who was drinking, one glass after another.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, and her eyes became glazed over, clearly indicating that she had drunk quite a bit.

Shen Li glanced at the time, then at the boy's swaying figure. Just as she was about to tell Lan Wei that it was almost time to leave, the boy beside her suddenly went limp and fell straight into her arms.

Shen Li quickly reached out to support him, and gently called out, "Hey... wake up, you've had too much to drink."

The boy nestled in her arms, his voice muffled and nasal: "Sister... I'm dizzy..."

Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a chilling aura swept in instantly.

Shen Li looked up and met Lu Cheng's deep, cold eyes.

Her heart tightened instantly, and she instinctively wanted to push the boy in her arms away.

Lu Cheng's gaze fell on her, then slowly moved downwards.

The image freezes on the boy, reeking of alcohol and nestled against her lap.

The chill in his eyes grew stronger, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was hard to breathe.

Ah!

The gentle second brother got angry.

The effects of the alcohol instantly sobered me up by three-tenths.

Shen Li frowned deeply, inwardly grumbling: Why did he have to bring this up at such a sensitive time!

She quickly raised her hands, her voice trembling with urgency as she protested, "I didn't touch him! He fell down by himself, really!"

Hearing the commotion, the manager of Platinum Club rushed over and saw Lu Cheng standing at the door.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he quickly stepped forward and bowed in respect.

His tone was respectful yet tinged with a hint of panic: "Mr. Lu? What brings you here? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lu Cheng didn't even spare her a glance, his coldness undiminished.

Upon seeing this, the person in charge immediately turned to look at the manager beside him, his eyes full of questioning, silently asking: What exactly happened?

The manager also looked bewildered and quickly shook his head slightly.

He gestured that he didn't know the situation either, but his heart was already in a panic—he never expected that this seemingly charming lady was actually one of President Lu's people!

Upon seeing this, Feng Ye and Feng Hua quickly stepped forward.

She carefully pulled the boy out of Shen Li's arms and helped him to the sofa.

Looking at the boy's pale face, Shen Li softly instructed, "Have someone fetch a doctor to take a look and see if he's simply drunk too much or if he's feeling unwell."

After he finished speaking, the private room fell silent. Everyone held their breath, not daring to provoke Lu Cheng at this moment.

Lu Cheng bent down and, without saying a word, scooped Shen Li up in his arms.

Her tone was cold, yet tinged with barely perceptible concern: "Worry about yourself first."

After saying that, he picked her up and strode towards the door, the coldness emanating from him almost freezing people.

Lan Wei watched Lu Cheng's departing figure, then glanced at Yao Fen and Xie Mei beside her, who were equally flustered.

With a bitter face, he whispered, "It's over, it's really over now."

Yao Fen and Xie Mei also looked worried and nodded repeatedly—it's all over, Lu Cheng's face clearly shows he's angry.

Shen Li looked up at Lu Cheng's cold, sharp jawline, her fingertips unconsciously curling up.

My head is spinning, like I'm wrapped in a thick layer of cotton wool, and I feel completely drained.

"I should take a nap," she thought drowsily, her consciousness instantly enveloped by a heavy drowsiness.

Lu Cheng carried the limp Shen Li steadily to the store entrance. He looked up at the general manager waiting beside him, his tone tense.

"I need to know immediately if my wife comes to visit in the future."

The general manager immediately understood, nodding and bowing respectfully and earnestly: "Mr. Lu, don't worry, I understand! If Madam comes again next time, even if there's no movement in the store, I will call you immediately to report."

Lu Cheng didn't say anything more, picked up Shen Li and turned to leave, his jawline tightening even more.

Feng Ye and Feng Hua followed silently beside them, their footsteps extremely light, not daring to disturb the sleeping person in their arms.

The three of them didn't dare to delay, so they quickly grabbed their bags and hurriedly ran towards the door.

But as soon as they reached the entrance of the club, the three of them froze instantly.

—Only Xie Mei's husband, Yao Fen's husband, and Lan Wei's younger brother were present.

They stood in a row at the door, their faces terribly gloomy, staring at them as if interrogating criminals, their aura exactly the same as Lu Cheng's.

The three best friends exchanged glances, seeing despair in each other's eyes. Their eyes silently conveyed: Good luck, everyone. Take care.

On the drive back, Lu Cheng carried Shen Li and boarded the helicopter that was waiting not far away—for him, he didn't want her to suffer even the slightest bit more while she was drunk.

The cabin was quiet. Lu Cheng looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms.

A hint of helpless yet indulgent smile flashed across his eyes: He had done something bad, yet he could still sleep so peacefully, without the slightest bit of guilt.

The helicopter landed smoothly, and Lu Cheng gently carried her into the villa's hall. As soon as they entered, they saw Lu Zhou, Lu Sheng, and Ming Xiangyang sitting on the sofa waiting, each with a different expression.

Ming Xiangyang was the first to stand up, his gaze falling on Shen Li's flushed cheeks.

His tone was teasing yet tinged with concern: "How much did you drink? Your face is all red."

Lu Cheng's tone instantly turned cold, a chill settling over his brows and eyes: "The issue now isn't how much she drank, but that she actually dared to go to a KTV and even ordered male models."

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly upon hearing this.

Lu Zhou stood up abruptly, his voice filled with disbelief.

In his eyes, his sister Li was gentle and obedient.

She would never go to such a place: "Who took her there? Even if they had ten lives, they wouldn't dare encourage Sister Li to go to a place like that!"

No one answered him, but at that moment, Lan Wei, the instigator, was already tasting the bitter fruit of her own actions in another place.

Lan shrank back slightly, looking at her younger brother whose eyes were like those of a wolf or a tiger.

Her voice trembled: "No, it's not what you think! Let me explain! I was just confused for a moment. I wanted to broaden my sisters' horizons, I really didn't mean anything by it!"

The man leaned down and gently pinched her chin with his fingertips.

His tone was ambiguous yet tinged with danger: "Oh? See the world? None of those people outside understand you as well as I do. How about I show you what real worldly experience is all about?"

Lan Wei: "......." She was now filled with deep regret.

She wanted to slap herself—how could she forget that her younger brother was never someone to be trifled with?

In the villa's lobby, the four men exchanged glances, their unspoken thoughts clear: with so many temptresses out there, if Shen Li dared to go to a brothel this time, there's no guarantee she won't do it again.

If one thing happens, another will follow; this trend must be nipped in the bud.