Chapter 17 The Glittering Cash Cow

"Ha ha, little beauty, don't be mad. Come over to brother's side. Brother is better than that fat brother. Let's develop our feelings first!"

Another man came over. He was somewhat balding, pulling on Ye Weiwei's arm while leading her towards the sofa and taking the opportunity to grope her.

Ye Weiwei wanted to hit him, but she had drunk too much, her head was dizzy and she couldn't muster the strength, so she could only politely say: "I am in the wrong place, I want to leave!"

"Eh? You're not in the wrong place. Seeing your uniform, I know you are one of the princesses here. You entered the private room to serve us. Don't leave, let brother take good care of you!" The man tightened his grip on Ye Weiwei's hand, his mouth reeking of alcohol as he leaned in.

Ye Weiwei clenched her teeth and struggled with all her might to break free from the man's grip, pushing him aside.

The man hadn't expected Ye Weiwei to fight back like that, and became furious in an instant, "Bitch, you dare to refuse me even though you're out here selling yourself!"

"Who is out here selling themselves! Watch your mouth!" Ye Weiwei felt insulted, her mood instantly soured, and she raised her fist to hit the man.

But the man dodged her attack by turning around. As she didn't stand stably, her body tilted forward, and she ended up falling squarely onto the sofa.

She rubbed her head and was about to get up and rush out of the private room when she noticed something soft under her head.

The atmosphere in the room also changed, becoming chillingly cold, as if the air conditioning had broken.

She placed one hand on the back of the sofa, trying to push herself up.

But the texture was different—it was hard, warm, very solid, almost like...

Ye Weiwei opened her bleary eyes wide, turning her head towards her hand.

At this position, the effects of the alcohol seemed to intensify. She felt even more dizzy, and even began to hallucinate.

The hard, warm thing she had felt earlier had now turned into a tree trunk, with glittering gold all over it—loads and loads of money.

A cash cow?

The drunken Ye Weiwei grinned, as she rubbed her eyes, she still saw the dazzling cash cow. She was now lying on the cash cow, touching its trunk...

"Cash cow!" Ye Weiwei gazed longingly at the most beautiful hundred dollar bill on the cash cow.

The face on the hundred dollar bill was incredibly handsome, utterly drool-worthy.

In fact, the drunk Ye Weiwei was already drooling.

"Mr. Xiao... Mr. Xiao..." The man who had dodged Ye Weiwei's attack was pale-faced, wishing he could immediately grab Ye Weiwei and throw her into the trash outside.

Xiao Jinghan was famously cold and prideful, aloof from women. Now, at their gathering, to let a woman rest her head on his leg and even touch his chest—these people might as well have their arms chopped off by him.

Ignoring the man's reaction, Xiao Jinghan's gaze was heavy, focusing solely on the drunk young woman.

And this young woman seemed not to be content just lying there touching him.

She actually got up, changed her position, and sat straddling his thighs; her arms wrapped around his neck, her fair and delicate face rubbing against his chiseled handsome face, while murmuring, "Cash cow, I really like you. I've dreamed about you so many times! I finally get to see you again today."

This close distance filled Xiao Jinghan's nostrils with the scent of the young woman. Light and delicate, like an orchid blooming in a deep valley, emitting a unique fragrance, which felt familiar and stirred his heartstrings.