China, Pinshang High-Class Private Club.
In a hidden private booth, a middle-aged man with a glistening forehead lay face-down on a soft bed, wrapped only in a towel.
A woman in a uniform straddled him, giving him a full-body massage.
On another bed, there was also a middle-aged man, who looked much more refined and scholarly by comparison.
But he was completely nude, with a woman dressed in a flight attendant uniform leaning over him, attending to his needs.
"Brother Yao, you've been keeping out of this kind of fun for quite a while now. Aren't you worried that your tigress at home will find out?" The speaker was none other than Mr. Hua Ping, the CEO of Huayu Group.
"Honestly, it's embarrassing to even talk about it. That useless spendthrift at home is intolerable! She nags nonstop every day, has no sense, and only knows how to waste money!" Yao Zhenglong, lying on the bed, spoke with obvious disdain.
