Chapter 480 - Older Brother, What’s Inside? (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Bingbing knelt beside Yin Muchen’s leg as she begged for help, and all of a sudden, the room exploded.

The young masters were all laughing. “Haha, Young Master Yin, see how charming you are, we are all in the room, but Bingbing can’t see us! There’s only room for you in her eyes.”

“Yes, Young Master Yin. We have not introduced who you are yet, but Bingbing recognized you. I don’t think there’s a woman in T City who doesn’t know your name.”

Yin Muchen was still smoking. His face was cold and pale amidst the smoke. Only when he heard the jokes of those people did he raise his lips and make a “ha” sound.

His big hand on the shoulder of the main lady loosened as he placed it lazily on the back of the sofa. After frowning and taking a puff of the cigarette, he then projected his gaze on the woman kneeling on the carpet with interest.

The woman’s face looked beautiful. Her skin was dewy. Her eyes were pure, and she was qualified to join the ranks of the four most beautiful actresses.

He exhaled a mouthful of smoke. His voice was low and magnetic, and he didn’t look at Bingbing. He directed his words to the young masters as he devilishly said, “Do I look like a philanthropist?”

“Hahaha…” The young masters all laughed and said, “Young Master Yin, you’re really bad. It’s alright if you don’t save her, but you still went back and stepped on her.”

Bingbing’s face was full of disappointment too. She looked up at the man in the high seat. He was wearing a baseball jacket, black trousers, and he had an exquisitely sculpted face. He was as clean and handsome as rumored.

He would also come to bars and other places for recreation. He would also hold women in his arms. How could those CEOs and tyrant presidents be described? A forbidden aura wrapped up in suits. But only he was different. He was wild and devilish. At the age of 25, he was young and vigorous. He was fas.h.i.+onable, handsome and playful. He was a walking hormones factory.

He was no different from the rich boys.

But he was so different.

The light in the room shone on his face, and the silhouette of his facial features was perfect. He looked so dazzling the others couldn’t peel their eyes off him.

The main lady was beautiful, but all those accompanying him were just decorations.

Most importantly, he looked at people differently.

The eyes of the wealthy boys projected on her were erotic, as dirty as if she were just a plaything in bed.

And he had a pair of clear and deep ink-black eyes. He had also looked at her just now. His eyes were so clear, but also with eagle-like sharpness, sweeping over her as if he was glancing at the goods on a shelf.

A man’s indifference and coldness could be seen with one look.

He was clearly holding a woman in his arms, clearly drunk in pools of fame and pretty girls, but he had not fallen for anyone.

Bingbing’s eyes were filled with some admiration and infatuation. “Young Master Yin, please save me. I don’t want to be trampled on by these people. I’m only 20 years old…” she cried out softly.

“20 years old?” Yin Muchen interrupted her with a faint sneer. He spoke slowly, with a bit of sharpness, “Can a 20-year-old not abide by the laws of survival in this world? Others have given you the opportunity to become popular, so you should pay with your body. It’s a fair trade; what rights do you have to beg now?”

The words were so indifferent that Bingbing’s face turned pale.

It turned out that the man had no sympathy. His heart was so cold.

He thought that she should go with the fat President Dong. Her begging for help now was seen as greediness.

The rich boys were happy. “Bingbing, Young Master Yin did say that he’s not a philanthropist. What’s the use of kneeling alone? If you want Young Master Yin to save you, it’s easy. Just give him something in return.”

Bingbing bit her red lips with her dainty white teeth as she spoke in a trembling tone. “Young Master Yin, compared with them, I would rather… be with you. ” As she spoke, her pale and beautiful little face flushed. “It…it’s still my…first time, tonight…”

“Tonight?” The rich boys whistled.

“Tonight, I’m yours.” Bingbing looked at the man on the high seat.

Yin Muchen only continued smoking, and when he heard Bingbing’s words, he raised his lips. A pair of narrow black eyes half-squinted at the main lady beside him. He spoke languidly, “See, there’s another competing with you. What should you do? There’s only one man. How should I choose between the two of you?”

“Oh,” the main lady said, delicately lying into his broad arms. She said, “Young Master Yin, first come first serve.”

The main lady looked at Bingbing in disgust.

The rich boys were elated. “Bingbing, Don’t you know what Young Master Yin means? It’s choosing between you two now. What advantages do you have? Spill it, quickly.”

“That’s right. Take off your s.h.i.+rt first. Let us check for Young Master Yin.”

When Bingbing heard such insulting words. She looked at Yin Muchen for help, but the man ignored her. He was hugging the main lady and whispering to her. The main lady was laughing.

Bingbing’s heart was both hot and cold. There was a possibility that he might choose her, but he doesn’t mind her being looked at by so many men at all.

With shaking hands, Bingbing pulled down the V-neck on her, and then brushed away the strap of her bra on her pet.i.te shoulder.

“Haha, look quickly, Young Master Yin. It’s the first time I’ve seen a 20-year-old girl as flat as her. What’s the difference from a 15-year-old girl?”

Yin Muchen slowly raised his head from the main lady’s hair. He glanced over without any expression.

But his hand on the shoulder of the main lady loosened and the cigarette b.u.t.t was pinched out in the ashtray. He picked up the wine at the table and took a sip.

Seeing Yin Muchen’s att.i.tude, Liu Caizhe understood it. He shook his head continuously in his heart and gave a look to the bodyguard at the door.

The bodyguard understood and took Bingbing away.

When the door of the room was closed, the rich boys joked, “Young Master Yin, I think you’ve tasted too much abalone and ginseng, so you’re switching to a wild little vegetable today.”

Yin Muchen held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled. A wealthy young master came forward to light the cigarette.