Romantic Medical Immortal

Upon entering the clubhouse, the sight was a dazzling display of gold and jade, and all the guests who came to the clubhouse were wearing various masks to conceal their identities.

Guided by the staff, Yang Cheng and Kong Lingwen arrived at a banquet hall.

The clubhouse’s decor was luxurious yet not vulgar, as if one had stepped into a palace, completely unlike the nouveau riche aesthetic of Cao Ruibin.

Yang Cheng felt that there must be a master guiding behind the scenes; perhaps this clubhouse wasn’t even owned by the Cao family, and Cao Ruibin was merely a front-facing boss.

"Sir, Madam, these are your seats."

The staff member spoke gently, pointing to the two luxurious seats before them.

Yang Cheng nodded, guiding Kong Lingwen to their seats, which were comfortable and supportive. Before them was a small round table laden with exquisite desserts and fruits, and even the utensils were pure silver or gold-plated, truly extravagant.

Though called a banquet hall, it was more like a football field, with a vast open space in the middle and layers of luxurious seats all around, providing a broad view even from the back seats.

"This place looks so strange, it doesn’t seem like a place for gambling,"

Kong Lingwen murmured, glancing around. The seats were almost full, and everyone was quiet, though their eyes sparkled with excitement.

Yang Cheng surveyed the faces in the seats and finally spotted Cao Zhihao in the front row opposite.

The front row seemed reserved for people with special status, with even more luxurious seats and a square table in front, topped with wine worth hundreds of thousands per bottle.

Cao Zhihao had a nearly bikini-clad, sexy woman in his arms while clinking glasses with the man beside him, chatting happily.

Yang Cheng focused on their lips, trying to decipher their conversation.

"Brother Hao, more people have been coming to the clubhouse lately. It seems Uncle Cao is going to make a significant profit."

"It’s alright. My father isn’t focused on money now; he’s after power. Only with power can he truly establish himself in Zhonghai."

"Brother Hao, you’re right. Uncle Cao truly sees things clearly in this area. We’re counting on you guys in the future."

The man smiled obsequiously, raising his glass in a toast to Cao Zhihao.

Cao Zhihao gently clinked glasses, his eyes full of arrogance.

"Xiao Peng, as long as your family stands with my father, you won’t miss out on benefits in the future. Frankly, my father could choose others to cooperate with. He chose your family because your father approached us first, and we saw his sincerity."

"Yes! It’s our family’s honor to work for Uncle Cao."

The man chuckled, standing up to pour wine for Cao Zhihao.

"What are you looking at?"

Kong Lingwen suddenly asked, pulling Yang Cheng’s gaze back.

"I saw Cao Zhihao, and sitting next to him is a man who, from their conversation, should be Gao Liang’s son, Gao Peng."

"You can understand their conversation? You read lips?"

Kong Lingwen asked in surprise, then felt the question was pointless. With so many miracles around Yang Cheng, lip reading wasn’t that impressive.

"Where are they? How come I didn’t see them?"

"Right across from us."

Yang Cheng’s words widened Kong Lingwen’s eyes, as the place was too large to clearly see faces across the way.

"Okay, you have sharp eyes. What did they say?"

Kong Lingwen asked curiously.

Yang Cheng repeated everything he had seen, and Kong Lingwen pursed her lips disdainfully.

"Flatterer! It must be Gao Liang’s son. Gao Liang used to curry favor with my father, but my father found him untrustworthy, so he ignored him. As a result, he turned around and started cozying up to Cao Ruibin."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but laugh, "Cozying up isn’t quite the right word; it sounds like Gao Liang is selling himself."

"He would love to, but Cao Ruibin is too picky and looks down on him!"

Kong Lingwen raised her eyes to meet Yang Cheng’s, and both simultaneously imagined some disgusting scenes, unable to suppress expressions of disdain.

At this moment, the venue resonated with melodious music, and then the side doors opened, through which a group of sexy women dressed in lingerie walked out.

The women were tall, long-legged, wearing only scanty fabric that revealed their attractive figures. A few women wore just a string for their lower garments, risking exposure with any significant movement.

Even more eye-catching was the fact that among these women were not only those from Hua Xia but also many foreign faces, ranging in all shapes and sizes, satisfying all guest preferences.

Instantly, exclamations erupted in the hall, and all eyes glued to these exquisite beauties, the men displaying greed and lechery, while the women showed envy.

Yang Cheng was engrossed in watching when a sharp pain jabbed his side, and he looked down to see Kong Lingwen pinching him with all her might.

"Stop that, I won’t look anymore."

He quickly spoke, his tone full of helplessness.

Just a few glances, yet this woman was really jealous.

Kong Lingwen huffed coldly, "Yang Cheng, you already have so many women around you, and still you’re flirting outside. If you bring one or two more back today, I have no idea how I’ll explain to my dad!"

She now realized that wherever Yang Cheng went, he attracted women. Having tasted the thrill of being with him, they were all hopelessly devoted.

"You’re overthinking it. I’m just observing; no matter how pretty they are, they’re not as pretty as you!"

Yang Cheng launched into sweet talk, and only then did Kong Lingwen let go, feeling a bit sweet inside.

Just then, a big screen descended from the ceiling, displaying information about each beauty, including measurements, weight, height, and race, even marking virginity status and some more intricate data.

The scene grew even more lively, and everyone stared intently at the screen, searching for their preferred type.

"This is too blatant, aren’t they planning to sell these women?"

Kong Lingwen frowned tightly, realizing in her hurry she hadn’t questioned Ling Chuan about the clubhouse, and now their phones were collectively kept, so she couldn’t message him.

Just as she finished speaking, a coquettish voice echoed from the screen, "Welcome everyone to the Jile Clubhouse. Tonight is the program you’ve all been eagerly anticipating, and it’s also my personal favorite feast. I hope everyone has fun!"

"As usual! Please select three alluring subjects. After the gambling session, the biggest winner will be able to take the chosen three ladies home, along with a mysterious gift prepared by Jile Clubhouse."

This pronouncement further ignited the crowd; any normal man could find a type he liked among these beauties.

Many felt that three alluring subjects were too few, as they couldn’t spot anyone they didn’t like at a glance.