Half a month later—
In the past half month, Ruiland City has been buzzing about two things: the upcoming medicinal herb conference, and the shocking news that the shabbiest brothel in Rouge Lane, Tender Haven, is about to get a total makeover. The most bizarre part? It’s getting a new name: Disco Nightclub.
The name is so weird, nobody can even connect it to a brothel. And get this—every day, staff in matching red uniforms stand outside yelling, 'If you don’t visit Disco Nightclub, you’ve wasted your life! We open on the 28th, with shocking surprises for all! No gender limits—men and women can both come party!'
That slogan—especially the first and last lines—has everyone dying of curiosity. Like, how could missing out mean your life is wasted? And if it’s a brothel, why can women go in too? Are they running a duck house on the side?
No one can figure it out, and the more people ask, the tighter-lipped the Disco staff become. They just repeat, 'Come on the 28th and you’ll see.' Meanwhile, people spot all sorts of weird objects being carried inside. With all this secrecy and strange goings-on, Disco has become the talk of Ruiland City.
Ivy Shen is absolutely loving all this free publicity. Today’s the 28th—just three hours to go before opening. She’s determined to blow everyone’s minds tonight and, most importantly, make a killing—totally legit!
In the modern world, what makes the most money? Weapons, drugs, and women, obviously.
Looking over the crowd, Ivy Shen nods in satisfaction. 'Today’s the 28th, and the street outside is packed! In two hours, we open. Get ready—this is your big chance to get rich! If you want to make money, today’s your day. So give it everything you’ve got! If you work hard, I’ll give you bonuses—triple your usual pay!'
Adrian Night, standing off to the side, looks around skeptically. 'You sure this is a brothel?' He can’t imagine such a bizarre place being a brothel at all.
Ever since that night, he’s stuck to her like glue. No matter how she tries to explain she isn’t Ivy Shen, he just refuses to believe it. He even throws out, 'She said this bracelet matters more than anyone. If you’re not her, then you stole it. Since it’s my wife’s, you should give it back—or I’ll kill you.'
'Don’t worry, Young Master Jia! With pay this good, we’ll work ourselves to the bone for you!' someone shouts. The money here is more than they’d earn in a year anywhere else—who wouldn’t treasure a golden opportunity like this? No one dares slack off.
'Her eyes look the same.'
'Hey... maybe there are two bracelets?'
'Alright, twenty girls—pick one outfit each and put them on.'
'Is it because you’re into my looks? Is that why you keep getting close to me?'
'I told you, if you’re not her, I’ll kill you and take the bracelet back.' His voice is icy, making it clear all her excuses are pointless.
'If you won’t let me hold you when I sleep, it just proves you’ve got something to hide. Besides, it’s not like I’ll take advantage of you.'
'Since when did you get so obsessed with your wife?'
'None of your business!' he snaps coldly again.
God, when did this ice block get so stubborn?! Fine, she’ll just shut up. Let him think whatever he wants!
'I never said this was a brothel! Didn’t I tell you? It’s a nightclub. Well, okay, there are some girls for sale.' She grins. 'Want me to find you a few ladies to serve you?'
Nighty-boy just smiles coolly and raises a finger. 'Your period’s coming soon, isn’t it?'
That one line leaves Shen Bingxin speechless. Last time her cramps nearly killed her, he actually gave her a massage—and it worked so well she almost forgot the pain. Now her next period is almost here; if he isn’t around, who’s going to help her? Ugh, what a dilemma!
'Young Master Jia, the venue’s all set up!' Madam Yun rushes over to report.
Shen Bingxin nods and calls out, 'Alright, everyone, stop what you’re doing!' She stands on the second floor and raises her hand to get their attention.
'Stop, stop!' Madam Yun echoes, and everyone downstairs waits for orders.
Looking over the crowd, Shen Bingxin nods in satisfaction. 'Today’s the 28th, and the street outside is packed! In two hours, we open. Get ready—this is your big chance to get rich! If you want to make money, today’s your day. So give it everything you’ve got! If you work hard, I’ll give you bonuses—triple your usual pay!'
'Whoa, triple pay? That’s insane!' The staff go wild. There are a ton of them, all personally interviewed by Shen Bingxin, and the benefits she offers blow every other employer out of the water. Naturally, the job competition was fierce.
'Just remember: your pay and benefits here are way better than anywhere else. I’m giving you perks no one else can even dream of. Tons of people would kill to work at my nightclub, so don’t slack off! If you mess up, don’t blame me for kicking you out on the spot!'
'Don’t worry, Young Master Jia! With pay this good, we’ll work ourselves to the bone for you!' someone shouts. The money here is more than they’d earn in a year anywhere else—who wouldn’t treasure a golden opportunity like this? No one dares slack off.
'Good, good. Madam Yun, did the fabric shop finish the outfits I ordered?'
'Yes, Young Master!' Madam Yun dashes into the room and comes back with the clothes.
'Alright, twenty girls—pick one outfit each and put them on.'
The girls all grab an outfit. The designs are so weird that everyone’s a little confused, but no one complains—they’ve seen plenty of strange costumes since Ivy took over. They quickly head off to change.
A moment later, Shen Bingxin beams with satisfaction at the bunny girl costumes. Madam Yun really found a talented tailor—the shop managed to perfectly copy Ivy’s sketches. Nice work!
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In this world, brothel girls might be shallow, but they always wear long, conservative dresses—pretty modest, really. But Ivy’s different: this time she’s got them in super short skirts, short sleeves, and lacy lingerie. The effect? Jaw-dropping. Suddenly, everyone realizes—wow, these girls’ legs and arms look amazing!
'So, have you all mastered the training I drilled into you?'
'Yes, Young Master!' the twenty girls answer in perfect unison.
'Great. You five—remember your musical cues? Sing your hearts out when it’s time, got it?'
'Got it, boss!' reply five men with extra deep voices.
'Alright, get the music ready and go rehearse. Showtime’s soon.' Ivy yawns—she’s going to grab a nap and deal with everything else once the doors open.
Two hours later—
'Welcome!' The greeters outside flash perfect lady-like smiles at the crowd.
Curious guests hurry in to check it out.
'Yeah yeah yeah!' Five singing men grab Ivy’s custom microphones and chant nonstop: 'Yeah yeah yeah, dong dong dong, so annoying, oh yeah, love him, love cool, super cool, yeah yeah yeah, crazy cool, yeah yeah yeah...'
'Whoa, earthquake!' The crowd is so freaked out by the pounding music, some actually run back outside.
Of course, Ivy saw this coming. These antiques need time to get used to modern music! She’s already planned for everything—outside, the crowd is huge. People are scared but still super curious, craning their necks to peek inside.
Just then, the twenty girls in sexy outfits strut out—everyone freezes at the jaw-dropping sight.
'Come on in and party, everyone! It’s super lively inside, and there’s tons you’ve never seen before—c’mon, baby~~' The girls, each rocking a different but equally sexy look, walk a runway for the crowd, then beckon with a finger and head back in, grinning.
The men are instantly bewitched and follow them in like zombies.
Once everyone’s inside, the five singers grab their mics and start up again—yeah yeah yeah! Next to them, the 'band' pounds away on what Ivy calls a drum kit. Honestly, it’s just a painted toilet with a washbasin inside, but somehow it makes the weirdest sounds. Locally, they call it a drum kit.
Inside, Ivy’s lighting scheme is pure flirtation—red, green, blue, every color you can imagine. She’s even set up a color-changing lamp in the center of the stage. Serpent Realm lamps are usually just one boring color, but with Ivy around, anything’s possible—she just paints them to get whatever color she wants.
'Come on, let’s go!' The twenty girls split into two squads: one group twists their waists in modern dance moves on Ivy’s custom stage, while the other drapes themselves over guests, bending low to show off cleavage and politely ask, 'Would you like to order something? We have cocktails, White Magnolia, and grape wine!'
'Grape wine!' The men stare at the girls’ chests, gulping hard—the wild music is sending their hearts racing!
'Coming right up!' The girl hooks a finger under a guy’s chin and gives a flirty smile. 'Wait here!'
'Come on, let’s play together!' A dancer pulls a male guest onto the stage; the men look awkward and shy.
'Whoa, why does this thing move?' The men shout—the stage bounces and sways, so their bodies wobble along with it.
Sitting in a private box, Ivy Shen watches it all unfold, a smile tugging at her lips. The stage? She had it hollowed out and built with super-stretchy fabric strips—so of course it bounces when people dance.
The main hall is wild—everyone who’s not on stage is gawking at the spectacle. Plus, there are 'girl-next-door' maids in sweet outfits, hustling drinks to the crowd.
'Oh my, Young Master Liu—huh? What did you say, I can’t hear you! Tell you what, we’ve got private boxes upstairs. Want to go chat there?' One of the girls giggles, and Young Master Liu is already drooling over her revealing outfit. With the swirling lights and pounding music, his mind is totally on the ladies.
'Let’s party, everyone! This is the place to let loose—come on, shake it!' The girls shout, twisting their waists and tossing their hair in front of the guys. In this new-age brothel, nobody wears buns; it’s all ponytails or loose hair, perfect for dramatic hair flips.
Instantly, men—and even some curious women—start dancing to the wild music. Up top, the guy with the loudest voice swings his arms and shouts, 'Everybody, stand up and move with the music! Oh yeah, let’s get hyped!'
His booming voice, plus the lights and music, has everyone hypnotized—they all get up and start shaking their hips. The whole scene is exaggerated and hilarious.
Ivy Shen grins with satisfaction. Party hard, spend big—just empty those wallets!
'I never thought you’d have so many ideas. What’s actually in that head of yours?' Adrian Night asks, curious from the private box.
'Money, obviously.'
'Young Master Jia, there’s a guest in the Eternal Box who wants to see you,' Madam Yun says, poking her head in.
'See me? Do they think I’m at their beck and call?' She sips her tea with a dismissive smirk.
'Young Master, this person offered a thousand taels of gold.' Madam Yun hurries in, holding a fat stack of banknotes.
Ivy Shen blinks, then grins. 'Who is this big spender? Well, for that much cash, I’ll go meet him.' She gets up and heads for the Eternal Box, with Adrian Night right behind her.
'Young Master, our lord is here!' Madam Yun announces, bowing to Shen Bingxin before leaving.
Ivy Shen looks at the man standing with his back to her by the window. Softly, she says, 'Such generosity, sir! You really know how to spend.'
'For you, I’d give up my life—so what’s a little gold?' He turns around, revealing a perfect face, seductive eyes, and a dazzling smile.
'Lucian Vane?!' Ivy Shen and Adrian Night exclaim in shock.
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