Free Web NovelChapter 2479: Chapter 1563: Keep Playing, Keep Dancing (First Update)
"Are you recording this?"
Ji Ailin snapped back to reality, "Uh... yes."
"Send me a copy."
"Sure."
Ji Ailin still gazed at the stand mic area where two songs had been sung, "Rongrong, tell me, why do I feel like crying?"
Wen Rong hesitated.
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"When you were in the hospital, it wasn’t so easy to empathize."
Ji Ailin couldn’t help but laugh.
Saying this, Wen Rong shifted her gaze to the right.
She could see the side profile.
She really wanted to know what the other person was thinking at this very moment.
"What are you spacing out for? Applause, please."
Without a prior agreement, Fu Zili caught Tie Jun’s eye, broke the silence, suppressed his tumultuous emotions, and raised his hands.
"Clap clap clap..."
The applause rang out like a dream coming to life.
Fuzzy silhouettes emerged from the black mist, gradually becoming clearer.
Tong Dan wanted to say something teasing but her red lips moved slightly and ultimately she fell silent.
"That was great singing."
Fang Qing spoke, offering praise.
Such a sincere compliment.
"Honored to receive it."
Someone walking back picked up a bottle of wine to soothe his throat, showing no arrogance or panic.
Fang Qing suddenly bumped his arm.
Jiang Chen glanced sideways, "What’s up?"
"I can help you, you know."
Jiang Chen felt baffled, "Help with what?"
Fang Qing didn’t respond, her eyes like a tranquil pool with the world softening within.
Without an answer, Jiang Chen didn’t ask further, moved his gaze aside, "Let’s drink."
"Why the head shake?"
Tie Jun clinked glasses with Wu Yubin.
"You’re too straightforward. No need for discouragement, I’ve already decided to retreat."
Tie Jun chuckled.
"Old class leader, doesn’t suit your character for a song to knock you down."
The two drank together.
"Was it just a song? Clearly, it’s an undefeatable era."
"Long live understanding."
Tie Jun stood up, "Let’s all take a moment for tonight’s theme, the agreement!"
"Bang—!"
The private room door suddenly flew open, as if violently pushed.
The atmosphere halted for a moment.
Fu Zili frowned.
"President Fu, my apologies..."
The duty manager quickly tried to apologize.
But it wasn’t his fault.
A large group of people came charging in, all in solemn uniforms, with an imposing manner.
The duty manager didn’t want to block them, but simply couldn’t.
Ji Ailin, who was posting on her social media, froze—not frightened—but rather surprised because there’s no reason to fear the police.
"What are you doing?"
As a shareholder of Emperor and host for the night, Fu Zili stepped forward unhesitatingly, questioning.
"What’s going on?"
This unexpected incident also caught Tong Dan off guard.
Jiang Chen took a bite of fruit, "It’s not a crackdown on prostitution, just an anti-illicit affair."
"..."
Fang Qing remained calm, not batting an eye like Boss Jiang.
The emergency exits were locked, and access required a swipe to take the elevator upstairs. Seemingly strange measures actually have a hidden logic.
Indeed.
The reason revealed itself.
Today there were special circumstances, so unnecessary measures were canceled. But unexpectedly, it just happened to coincide.
"There’s been a complaint from a citizen about paid escort services here."
Well.
Seems like life doesn’t have as many coincidences.
Fu Zili chuckled.
Such a righteous reason.
But why is it called a high-end place?
If a random complaint could lead to such a raid, how could the business possibly succeed?
The sign would have already been smashed.
What do customers spend big money here for?
Simply to be happy, carefree, and safe.
"Which of your eyes saw paid escort services here?"
Even though he’d just stepped out, Fu Zili’s tone showed no restraint, considering today’s check was more serious than usual.
What’s so special today?
Celebrating his childhood friend’s last bachelor party before marriage.
A bunch of cops barging in, not smashing the Emperor’s reputation, but trampling his own face hard on the floor.
Indeed.
Looking around, no one here even remotely resembles a Princess.
Identifying Princesses is definitely their profession, regardless of how high-end the place is, the element of allure is always visible.
Yet none of the women present fit the description.
Moreover, there was no flirting, everyone sat in twos and threes, perfectly "well-behaved," with no inappropriate scenes.
However, not finding problems with the naked eye doesn’t matter, obviously well-prepared, they must have brought magnifiers.
"ID card."
The leader, in a serious demeanor, looked iron-faced and just.
Fu Zili realized he was definitely being set up, his eyes flashed sharply, ready to say something when Tie Jun jumped in first.
"Didn’t bring it, is reporting the number okay?"
He glanced at Tie Jun, exhaled deeply, held back.
As the groom-to-be spoke, no one else present would say much.
Plus.
Cooperating with the hats’ work is the duty of citizens.
Working overtime at night is also tough for them.
Starting with Fu Zili, they reported their ID numbers one by one.
The officer responsibly prevented nonsense, carefully comparing photos with the machine.
The results were delightful.
No escapees, nor any debt-laden individuals.
"Any other issues?"
Fu Zili was already considering who’s causing trouble behind the scenes.
By logic, it’s time to wrap up, but tonight, they seemed determined not to leave empty-handed.
After all, someone has to take something back.
If not, what about the gasoline burned?
Isn’t it a serious waste of taxpayers’ money?
"Stop the music and come with us."
Fu Zili couldn’t bear it, "Why?"
"You might be consuming contraband, so you must come with us for inspection, please cooperate."
Please.
Such overwhelming courtesy.
Tong Dan furrowed her brows.
Fang Qing showed displeasure.
Boss Jiang pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.
But someone was quicker.
Wu Yubin, Tie Jun’s old class leader, had already pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and reached out, calmly looking at the leading officer.
"Take the call."
The officer’s eyes wavered, then he adjusted his cap, walked over skeptically, and took the phone.
"Yes. Okay. Understood."
His posture straightened involuntarily, and within seconds, he shed his stern mask, returned the phone, apologetically smiling.
"Sorry for the disturbance."
Wu Yubin nodded slightly, "Travel safely."
The leader turned, waved his hand, "Pack up!"
A crowd came in full force, leaving anticlimactically.
"President Fu..."
The duty manager felt uneasy.
Fu Zili waved his hand.
The duty manager grinned at everyone, relieved, hurriedly left, helping to close the door again.
Wu Yubin put away his phone, as if nothing had happened, smiling slightly, humorously.
"Continue playing music, continue dancing—"
