Chapter 67 - Beauty in the Night Club (1/2)

The capital is surely more luxurious than anywhere else in the country.

Palace walls are still there, but time has changed. Eight Hutong now can’t match the night club street.

For people who are not lack of money, they will spend the night in more exclusive and deluxe private clubs.

For example, Blue Bird, where luxury cars fill its parking lot.

In the parking lot filled with luxury cars that cost millions, you will feel ashamed even you own a plain BMW. This is that kind of place where ordinary people are afraid that they will be charged for pa.s.sing through.

It’s 11p.m. The capital is ablaze with light. Lights take up the sky of the city with several dynasties history like a winding dragon. Common salaried people have long since prepared to sleep so that they will be able to get up in the next morning in order to punch in on time. However, it is only the opening hour of night clubs.

Blue Bird is popular as usual. On 11:30 p.m., a black Lincoln arrives at the door.

Somehow, the atmosphere in the car is awkward, like a strange silence.

Minutes later, the driver who has stayed quiet says while frowning, “You sure you’re going to do this?”

Sitting in the back seat is an attractive beauty in long dress with silver eye shadow. Hearing the question, she answers with a faint smile, “You guys have too much to worry about, but I am different. Again, if something happens, please take care of my parents for me.”

The driver swallows back the words on the tip of his tongue and finally pa.s.ses a card to the beauty. This is a VIP card of Blue Bird, which people will fight each other to get one. Yet the driver just hands it over like it is nothing.

“Really, rich masters hang out in quite different places with ordinary people.” The beauty flips the card with her fingertips and says in a wild yet charming way.

The driver sees her expression in the rearview mirror. His heart aches without any reason. Before he gets the chance to say anything, the beauty puts the card away, opens the door and gets off the car like a light-footed crane.

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In an elegant long dress, Lin Luoran attracts the attention of everybody here as soon as she gets off the car. Whether it is the doorman, fat rich guys who just arrive, or young masters who consider themselves casual and charming are reluctant to take their eyes off of the beauty.

Lin Luoran is almost 1.7m in height. She curls her long hair tonight and she is wearing a pair of silver spike heels and a nude long dress designed by a famous designer. Her figure is tall and slim, and her skin is bright and smooth. Though her face is not so outstanding, she has a pair of smart and vibrant eyes. Her makeup adds a sense of sacred mystery to her charm— Lots of people fascinate her but they don’t have the courage to start a conversation.

Lin Luoran takes a blind eye to them and walks directly to the door.

Looking at the VIP card of Blue Bird between the beauty’s fingertips, the doorman’s peeping changes into respect— Beauty is inherently the capital of women. The beautiful woman in front of him is also rich, which makes her far beyond his reach.

The front hall of Blue Bird is quite low-pitched but exquisite. The club is entangled with shady affairs. No registration is ever made and n.o.body will check the authenticity of the VIP cards. A waiter comes to Lin Luoran affably and asks about her needs.