Chapter 236: Chapter 236: The Unfulfilled Freedom to Dress Oneself
Seeing Li Juezhou’s reaction after opening WeChat: ???
He had been waiting outside the hot pot restaurant where Sang Ning was for a while now, just waiting for her signal to come pick her up immediately.
But what was happening now? She’d abandoned him and gone to a bar!
The Blue Sea Bar is the largest nightclub in the city, and every guest was required to wear a mask upon entering.
Due to its high level of privacy, the place is popular among celebrities who love to hang out there.
Li Juezhou felt troubled when he found out Sang Ning had gone to a nightclub.
Other people’s reaction to Sang Ning going to a bar might be:
"Normal. Sang Ning’s skills are obvious to everyone. If anything, it’s others who should be worried about being harassed by her playful hands."
But Li Juezhou’s reaction was just like: "My girlfriend is soft, delicate, and easy to bully! What if someone takes advantage of her or hurts her?!"
Li Juezhou felt an urgent need to stay by Sang Ning’s side and protect her at all times, so he immediately made a call to ask her exactly where she was in the Blue Sea Bar.
On Sang Ning’s end.
Before Li Juezhou’s call could even connect, Wang Qiuhong had already snatched Sang Ning’s phone from her and directly turned it off in front of her.
Li Juezhou called Sang Ning countless times, only to find her phone was turned off every single time.
He started to panic, and in a matter of minutes, his mind had conjured up countless scenarios of Sang Ning being harmed.
Li Juezhou floored the gas pedal and sped toward the Blue Sea Bar.
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"Sangsang, coming to a place like this means fully immersing yourself in the fun! You can play on your phone anytime, anywhere!" Wang Qiuhong waved Sang Ning’s phone in the air with both hands, then handed it over to the nearby service staff for safekeeping.
Xi Meina and Wen Jiu eagerly cooperated, voluntarily turning off their phones and handing them over to the service team.
To ensure fairness, Wang Qiuhong turned off her own phone right in front of Sang Ning: "Sangsang, look, I’m not playing on my phone either. Tonight, our mission is — playing with men!"
What? Playing with men?!
Sang Ning was stunned. What’s so fun about men?
Xi Meina’s eyes practically sparkled when she heard the words "playing with men": "I heard a fresh batch of muscular hunks just arrived at Blue Sea recently! I haven’t had the time to appreciate them yet. Thank goodness I finally have the chance now!"
Sang Ning was shocked again. Weren’t they supposed to be here to drink and dance?
Why did Wang Qiuhong and Xi Meina seem like a pair of... patrons?
Sang Ning’s gaze slowly shifted to Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu was a proper, upright girl, so Sang Ning figured she’d team up with her.
But no, Wen Jiu was already alongside Xi Meina, fiddling with the LED screen outside the club entrance, tapping and pointing at it excitedly.
Sang Ning squeezed closer to see what was on it—photos of a bunch of muscle-bound men.
Some of those guys’ pecs were so big they made her bra size look small. It was absurd!
Wen Jiu clicked on a picture of one man and started commenting: "This guy’s muscles are pretty solid and sexy, but his face doesn’t do it for me."
She closed it, then clicked on a second man’s photo: "This guy’s dark circles are so heavy. He probably has kidney deficiency. His skills in bed might not be that great."
Wen Jiu became completely absorbed in her reviews.
Now, not just Sang Ning was stunned—Wang Qiuhong and Xi Meina were also floored, staring at Wen Jiu in disbelief.
This was what people called "hidden contrast charm," wasn’t it? They’d thought Wen Jiu was the good-girl type.
Who knew she was even wilder than them!
"Xiao Jiu, how do you know so much? Have you slept with like, tons of guys already?" Sang Ning asked sincerely.
Wen Jiu’s cheeks went red, though the night’s darkness masked her blush.
She hadn’t even slept with Shen Fang, so who could she have possibly slept with?
She was just a champion of online smack talk—her actual bedroom experience was zero...
"It’s not that exaggerated! Can’t a person just have extensive theoretical knowledge?" Wen Jiu tried desperately to regain her image, flailing to explain.
The three others thought she had a point. Wen Jiu was, after all, a zero-scandal figure. What she said earlier was likely just idle banter.
But the three still concluded objectively: this girl’s inner self was absolutely a wild card.
Blue Sea Bar provided masks for free. After storing their phones, the four girls followed a server’s guidance into the club and began selecting masks.
The servers inside were all professionally trained and accustomed to encountering all sorts of VIPs.
Even if A-list celebrities stood before them, they would remain emotionless, treating them solely as clients to be served attentively.
So while picking out her mask, Sang Ning found the experience quite enjoyable. The server quietly stood by, offering necessary guidance without uttering a single unnecessary word. The whole experience was pleasantly smooth.
Sang Ning chose a bunny mask. It wasn’t anything special—in fact, it was rather goofy.
It looked like the kind of mask children wear while performing in kindergarten plays. Normally, it would be perfectly fine, but it seemed hilariously mismatched with the nightclub vibe.
When Wang Qiuhong saw Sang Ning put on the bunny mask, she bent over, clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe: "Sangsang, you really crack me up! We’re here to party at a nightclub, not to hop around in a kindergarten bunny dance!"
Sang Ning immediately yanked off the mask: "You see what I’m wearing—won’t other masks look even more out of place on me?"
Wen Jiu paused from what she was doing and tilted her head, scanning Sang Ning up and down: "True, the bunny motif on your T-shirt is dominating the outfit. Your clothing style actually matches the bunny mask perfectly!"
"See? Xiao Jiu gets me." Sang Ning lit up, as though she’d found a soulmate.
Wang Qiuhong clutched her head in despair: "My dear Sangsang, you’re wasting your amazing figure! You came to a nightclub dressed like this?"
Sang Ning, slightly puzzled, retorted: "We’ve been together almost the entire day, and you’re only now noticing I’m wearing a bunny T-shirt?"
After she said it, Sang Ning herself went silent.
The faces of the three girls opposite her were simply too misleading. They seemed so prim and proper.
She had completely overlooked the fact that Wang Qiuhong and Xi Meina were both wearing spicy, revealing outfits today.
Even Wen Jiu, known for her graceful elegance as a former national sweetheart, was decked out in a sizzling halter top and tight, short shorts!
Sang Ning finally picked up on it belatedly: "So basically tonight, I’m the lone unfashionable mutt?"
The three girls beside her burst out laughing at the same time.
Xi Meina snapped her fingers: "No problem! It’s just an outfit, right? Leave it to me."
Only to see Xi Meina shoot a knowing look at one of the servers. Within moments, two servers wheeled in a rack full of clothes into the room.
With a dramatic sweep of her hand toward the clothes, Xi Meina declared grandly: "Consort Ning, this is the kingdom I’ve built for you. Pick whichever you fancy!"
"That must’ve cost a fortune!" Sang Ning blurted out instinctively.
She was still broke, nowhere near achieving financial freedom when it came to clothing.