Return of the King, Dominating the City

The crew and lighting staff had left, and director Arnold organized the lead actors and a few other important people to go to the bar for drinks.

Chen Mengjie intended to decline, but the other lead actors enthusiastically invited her. Since she hadn’t been there for two months, she felt she couldn’t refuse, so she agreed.

Song Yun had no interest in the crew’s gathering and planned to leave, letting Spider Web’s Europe representative secretly protect Chen Mengjie. But unexpectedly, Arnold personally invited him: "Song, join us."

Song Yun noticed the cunning look in Arnold’s eyes and chuckled inwardly, agreeing to go along.

A group of ten arrived at Paris nightclub VIPROOM.

This nightclub is quite famous worldwide and particularly renowned in France.

Of course, the expenses here are not low.

However, the spending level here doesn’t seem too high for Song Yun and the others.

In the nightclub, amidst the neon lights and lively music, besides the local French people, many foreign tourists visiting France also enjoy playing here.

France is not only known for romance but is also quite open about sex. Many people come to nightclubs seeking excitement and encounters.

After they sat down, Arnold ordered a table full of beer.

Germans love beer. Although France produces lots of wine, they also love beer.

Especially in nightclubs, beer and cocktails seem to better match the ambiance.

But before anyone had a chance to drink their beer, a tall and handsome young French man walked over.

He went straight to Chen Mengjie and extended his hand: "Dear lady, may I invite you to dance?"

Song Yun was not surprised to see someone inviting Chen Mengjie to dance.

Though eastern and western aesthetics differ, a true beauty is recognized as beautiful by everyone.

Because their beauty emanates a unique aura from within.

Be it elegance, aloofness, innocence, or allure...

Chen Mengjie is considered innocent.

Ever since she entered the nightclub, the men seeking thrills noticed her.

Among the many fashionably dressed and seductive women, she was like a fresh lily, exuding fatal attraction to men.

Seeing someone taking the lead first, many sighed in regret.

However, Chen Mengjie wasn’t interested in strangers. She looked up at the handsome man and shook her head: "Sorry, I don’t know how to dance."

The man smiled: "No worries, if you don’t, I can teach you."

Chen Mengjie remained unmoved: "But I’m not interested in learning."

"Uh."

The man was taken aback and frowned: "Do you come to a nightclub to do nothing at all?"

"Yes, is that not allowed?"

Chen Mengjie smiled and asked in return, rendering him speechless.

"Alright, have a great evening."

The French man was quite gracious, not angry; he just shrugged helplessly and then walked away.

Seeing this, a female crew member close to Chen Mengjie laughed: "Mengjie, that handsome guy seemed somewhat disappointed."

Chen Mengjie looked innocent: "But I really can’t dance."

At this time, Song Yun stood up, made an inviting gesture to Chen Mengjie, and smiled: "Dear lady, may I invite you to dance?"

Chen Mengjie allowed a smile to appear and nodded: "Of course."

After saying that, she took Song Yun’s hand and stood up.

The woman smirked and teased: "Mengjie, you just said you couldn’t dance."

Chen Mengjie turned her head and playfully stuck her tongue out at her: "Yeah, I said I can’t dance, but I didn’t say I won’t dance."

The other replied with a laugh: "Looks like you judge by person."

Chen Mengjie replied matter-of-factly: "Of course."

"Aren’t you two going to have a drink?"

As Song Yun and Chen Mengjie were about to walk off, director Arnold shouted.

"We’ll drink after the dance."

Song Yun replied while turning back, pulling Chen Mengjie towards the dance floor.

Arnold watched Song Yun’s back with discontentment in his eyes.

He also saw that Song Yun was likely not Chen Mengjie’s bodyguard; perhaps they were in a romantic relationship.

The entire nightclub was filled with pulsing music, the lights flickered mesmerizingly, and on stage was a sexy woman in hot pants and a tank top, performing passionately, occasionally teasingly, causing the crowd to cheer.

In such an environment, even without the stimulation of alcohol, it can still make a person’s brain feel excited.

Of course, that’s just for ordinary people.

Chen Mengjie is not an ordinary person. At this moment, she is not excited; instead, she feels extremely nervous.

She stands in the middle of the dance floor, at a loss for what to do, and asks Song Yun: "What should I do now?"

"What did you say?"

Song Yun points to his ear, indicating that the music is too loud and he didn’t hear what Chen Mengjie said.

Chen Mengjie moves closer, puts her mouth near Song Yun’s ear, and shouts: "I said..."

Before Chen Mengjie can finish her sentence, Song Yun suddenly hugs her tightly, pulling her close to him.

"Ah!"

Chen Mengjie didn’t expect Song Yun to do that suddenly. She cries out in surprise, her whole body stiffening in Song Yun’s embrace, not daring to move.

Song Yun whispers mischievously into Chen Mengjie’s ear: "Wrap your arms around my waist."

"What... what kind of dance is this?"

Chen Mengjie’s body trembles slightly as she asks confusedly.

Song Yun laughs mischievously and says: "This is called the Hug Dance."

Hug Dance?

What kind of dance is this?

"You’re so annoying, you’re taking advantage of me."

Chen Mengjie snaps back to her senses, lightly pushes Song Yun, and steps back, pouting and glaring at him.

"Hahaha..."

But Song Yun doesn’t feel guilty at all; instead, he laughs.

Chen Mengjie grumbles: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yun looks into Chen Mengjie’s eyes and says seriously: "Mengjie, you’re especially cute when you’re angry."

Hearing this, Chen Mengjie’s face flushes slightly, the corners of her mouth curling into a faint smile.

"Come on, I’ll teach you to dance."

Song Yun puts away his mischievous smile and sincerely teaches Chen Mengjie to dance.

Although Chen Mengjie has never learned to dance, she has a very high level of comprehension. Song Yun soon teaches her some classic dance moves.

Before long, Chen Mengjie finds the rhythm, relaxes her body, and starts dancing with Song Yun on the dance floor.

She suddenly realizes that dancing feels pretty good.

As the two are having fun, not far away, at a booth, three people are watching them with interest.

One of them, a tall man with blonde hair and long, middle-parted hair, says to his companion: "Ben Shaming, no wonder your invitation failed just now. It turns out she already has a male partner. In front of her partner, she certainly wouldn’t agree to dance with you."

"These Huaxia women are too conservative. It’s just a dance, at most I’ll touch her a few times, it’s not like I’m taking her to a room; what’s the problem?"

Ben Shaming shrugs with an unhappy expression on his face.

He looks at the man with the middle-parted long hair and mocks: "Bertrand, if you have the skills, why don’t you give it a try and see if you can get that girl."

Bertrand shakes his head, smiling: "Huaxia women are not easy to handle. There was a Huaxia beauty in our school before. I spent over four thousand euros and drove a Ferrari to hang out with her for several days. When I asked her to sleep with me, do you know what she said?"

"What?" Ben Shaming asks.

Bertrand shows a disgusted expression: "She said, ’I thought you really loved me; I didn’t expect you to love my body.’"

Ben Shaming smiles playfully and asks, "And then?"

Bertrand shows a proud expression, lowers his voice, and tells Ben Shaming: "Then, I just forced her. You know it happened because the next day you came to see me and you had your go with that woman too, didn’t you?"

Ben Shaming shows a sudden realization, with a lewd smile: "Right, I remember now, that woman was so petite, it was quite fun to play around."

"You two, you’re really beasts."

At this moment, another man sitting beside them speaks up.

This man is tall and thin, wearing a black suit. His brown hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. His cheeks are hollow, his face pale, and his eyes carry a hint of gloom, making him look a bit eerie.

Ben Shaming and Berant look at him. He continues, "However, I like you beasts."

"Hahahaha..."

The three laugh together.

Berant brushes his middle-parted hair and points to the center of the dance floor, saying to the ponytail guy: "Luck, why don’t you give it a shot and see if you can get that Huaxia beauty."

Luck smiles confidently, stands up, and says: "It’s just a woman, haha, there’s nothing Desla can’t achieve."