C7 This Pair of Eyes Was so Familiar!

If a VIP client caught onto a problem and wouldn't let it go, not only would she, as a small-time manager at the Dark Night Royal Palace, be unable to handle it, but even Mo Qian, the actual owner, might be in trouble.

"Do you know who’s inside?"

Wen Mian turned her head to look at the young male server, whose face was pale with fear.

Stopping at the door of room 333, she heard the server whisper, "I'm sorry, Manager, I don't know."

Taking a deep breath, Wen Mian waved the server away.

She cleared her throat and knocked gently on the door with her knuckles slightly bent.

"Come in!" a gruff voice called out, sounding strong and not very friendly.

Wen Mian bit her lower lip and pushed the door open.

The lighting inside the room was dim, and the song on the screen was still playing but muted.

Wen Mian glanced around and saw four men lounging on the sofa, looking relaxed, and three hostesses huddled in a corner, clearly frightened.

One of the men, sitting in the middle, held a glass of red wine, his brow slightly furrowed. His suit was impeccably pressed, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

"Good evening, sir. I'm Wen Mian, the manager of the Dark Night Royal Palace. If there's anything you're dissatisfied with, I'll make sure to resolve it."

Wen Mian wore her signature smile, hands clasped politely in front of her, exuding an air of respectability that left no room for criticism.

One of the men, broad-shouldered and clad in a suit, sat up straight and eyed her, squinting slightly. In a deep voice, he asked, "Are you the manager? What's with the hostesses here? I paid good money, and I'm not here to watch them sulk!"

With that, he casually swept two glasses off the coffee table, shattering them on the floor. The broken pieces glistened under the dim lights.

Wen Mian suddenly felt a slight sting at her ankle but merely frowned, choosing to ignore it in the moment.

"I'm truly sorry, sir. These young ladies are new and aren't familiar with our establishment's customs yet. That's my oversight. Please don't take it to heart. How about this: I'll find you a few more hostesses who will ensure you have a great time. As for these, I'll take them out and make sure they're properly trained."

Wen Mian spoke with sincerity, ending with a deep bow. Although she wasn't known for her patience, she believed in fairness. Ultimately, it was the hostesses' mistake, and as the manager of the establishment, she was responsible for addressing it.

Mo Qian and her friend had grown up together, so she couldn't just let Mo Qian's reputation be tarnished like that.

The rugged man in front of her let out a cold snort. "Just find a few more? Is this how the biggest nightclub in the city operates? Seems like... you're not very sincere."

He poured himself half a glass of whiskey, swirled it, and downed it in one go.

Wen Mian narrowed her eyes slightly, then bent down with a smile to fill the glasses of the four men in front of her. She also grabbed a clean glass and filled it to the brim with whiskey.

Holding her glass with both hands, she put on a cheerful face. "Please, gentlemen, show some mercy. They're young and inexperienced, and it wouldn't be good for their reputation if word got out. Consider the drinks on me today, and here's a toast to all of you."

With that, she deliberately moved her glass forward to clink with theirs.

When Wen Mian's glass reached Yih Qianbo, he slowly lifted his head, and his obsidian-like eyes almost drew her in.

Those eyes... seemed so familiar.

Yih Qianbo's lips curled into a faint smile, tinged with a hint of amusement. He leaned in a bit closer, narrowing the distance between his face and Wen Mian's.

"How about Manager Wen stays and drinks with us?"

His voice was smooth, but the flippant tone made Wen Mian uncomfortable. Given her current position, she had no right to express her displeasure. So, she pretended not to hear, stood up straight, and forced a smile. "I'll drink this one first, as a gesture of respect."

With that, she tilted her head back and downed the full glass of alcohol. After finishing, she glanced at the three hostesses curled up nearby, giving them a sharp look and a nod toward the door. Relieved, they quickly made their exit.

"Manager Wen, you sure can hold your liquor. Why don't you keep us company tonight? With you here, we don't need those hostesses," the burly man said, grinning mischievously.

Wen Mian frowned. It was clear they had no intention of letting her go. Despite her growing dissatisfaction, she had to endure it. Inside the doors of this place, she was a manager. Beyond them, she was just Wen Mian.

With this in mind, she took a deep breath and smiled, refilling their glasses. "You're too kind, but my drinking skills aren't that great. I can manage a few drinks with you, but too much would be a problem. I'm just an employee, after all, and skipping work wouldn't be good."

Wen Mian forced a laugh, standing aside, just hoping to leave this troublesome place quickly. The room fell silent for a moment, and then the rugged man chuckled softly, picking up the glass Wen Mian had just used. He poured in some red wine, then some whiskey, and finally some beer.

Seeing this, Wen Mian couldn't help but gasp. Mixing three different types of alcohol? Was he expecting her to drink it?

Just as she was thinking this, the man slid the glass in front of her. "Since Manager Wen isn't interested in joining us, how about drinking this to show your sincerity?"

He raised his hand slightly, signaling her to drink it.

Wen Mian's face turned pale immediately. She had hoped they wouldn't make things difficult, but she hadn't expected them to come up with such a trick to embarrass her. It was too much.

She couldn't even imagine the consequences of downing that concoction.

Yih Qianbo sat silently nearby, casting a sidelong glance at the man, his gaze unusually cold.

Perhaps feeling Yih Qianbo's icy stare, the man awkwardly cleared his throat and said nothing more.

Just as Wen Mian was about to protest, there was a knock on the door, finally allowing her to breathe a little easier.

The door swung open, and Wen Mian turned her head to see Mo Qian, dressed in a sleek black suit, a smile playing on his lips. She exhaled deeply, finally able to relax. No matter what, Mo Qian was the owner of the Dark Night Royal Palace, and his presence carried far more weight than her words ever could.

Mo Qian's eyes scanned the room like lasers, briefly landing on the sofa before settling on Wen Mian. He gave her a reassuring smile, as if to say everything would be alright.