C27 You Won't be Able to Escape!

Shen Geyao wore a V-neck, off-the-shoulder dress today. Her fair neck was clearly visible when she tilted her head back to drink. Liang Chenyu stared at the pulse in her neck, feeling an intense urge to bite down. His throat felt dry, and he was overcome with a sense of thirst.

So, when Shen Geyao frowned and turned away, refusing the rest of her half-full glass, he lifted his hand and downed the remaining wine in one gulp. No one dared to speak, but everyone's heart skipped a beat. The Ninth Master drank the wine she left behind! The Ninth Master, who disliked anyone even touching his glass, actually drank someone else's leftovers!

Goodness, who is this girl to receive such special attention from him?

Shen Geyao was caught off guard by the wine's intensity and struggled to catch her breath. Just as she managed to steady herself, a second glass of red wine was brought to her lips.

"Ninth Master, I can't drink," she said with difficulty, her eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. It was obvious she couldn't handle her liquor; after barely half a glass, her cheeks were flushed, and she was already halfway to being tipsy. Any more, and she might truly be drunk.

Yet Liang Chenyu seemed oblivious to any notion of restraint, pressing the glass insistently to her lips.

Shen Geyao couldn't refuse, so she held the cup and swallowed the drink slowly. She felt a warm sensation near her ear—it was Chenyu's breath as he leaned in. Startled, she tried to move away, but his long arm wrapped tightly around her waist, leaving her no room to escape.

"When you're drunk, let's see how you plan to run away," his voice was so magnetic it was almost mesmerizing, yet his words were terrifying. Shen Geyao nearly choked on the drink, and by the time she realized it, the entire glass was already in her stomach.

She had actually finished it! As the alcohol hit her, she felt her head start to spin. But her mind was still clear, and she hadn't forgotten what he just said. He intended to get her drunk so she couldn't escape, and then do whatever he wanted! This man was truly up to no good!

"She's drunk," Chenyu said casually, draping his jacket over Shen Geyao's shoulders. Letting her lean softly against him, he glanced around at the others in the room. "Continue."

The Ninth Master's implication was clear: whatever they were about to discuss didn't require her to be conscious. Since she was drunk and wouldn't hear anything, it meant that if their conversation ever got out, it wouldn't be traced back to her.

Ninth Master said she was drunk—who would dare disagree?

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then launched into another round of discussion. Shen Geyao was indeed tipsy, but she wasn't completely out of it yet; she still had a sliver of awareness. However, she wasn't from the business world, so she couldn't quite follow their conversation. As her mind grew fuzzier, understanding became even more elusive. One thought dominated her mind: if she didn't find a way to escape now, it would soon be too late.

"Ninth Master, I... I need to use the restroom," Shen Geyao struggled to sit up straight, turning her head to look at him. Even though he knew she was up to something, the way she looked at him was undeniably captivating.

He smiled slightly and whispered so only the two of them could hear, "Don't bother trying; you won't get away."

Finally, he let her go. After all, you can't deny a woman a trip to the restroom. So, Liang Chenyu released his grip. Shen Geyao quickly stood up, swaying a bit, and opened the door to the private room. There was a restroom inside the room, but she wanted to go to the one outside.

This time, she was lucky—no one stopped her. What she didn't know was that Chen Xuan had already alerted the staff, and now the entire club's exits were guarded. If Shen Geyao tried to slip out, she'd be caught immediately.

This time, she's not getting away!

Shen Geyao couldn't believe she managed to get out so easily. But once outside, she realized the alcohol hadn't fully hit her yet. Now, the buzz was coming on strong, making it hard to even walk straight. She leaned against the wall, not heading to the restroom but searching for the exit instead.

With Liang Chenyu here, she couldn't stay a minute longer! He was like a predator, and if she stayed, she'd be devoured without a trace by morning.

The alcohol kept clouding her vision, making everything blurry. Shen Geyao didn't know where she was heading, just that the hallway seemed endless, with no way out.

Suddenly, she stumbled and bumped into someone's chest. "S-sorry," she mumbled instinctively, trying to move past.

But then, her wrist was caught. The person she'd bumped into pulled her back. "Hey there, little lady. It's dangerous to wander around drunk like this, you know?"

The man smiled, pinning Shen Geyao gently against the wall. "Where are you trying to go? Tell us, and we'll help you get there."

Even though she was drunk, Shen Geyao still had a bit of sense left.

Was she really dealing with the notorious troublemakers?

Even in such a high-end nightclub, there were still these kinds of guys!

“No, thank you!” She thought her voice was cold enough, but after a few drinks, it came out more like a soft murmur.

With her gentle tone, a beautiful face, and the increasingly tipsy look she had now, any man would find Shen Geyao hard to resist!

“I don't think you can even walk straight. How about I carry you?” The man bent down and actually lifted Shen Geyao into his arms.

“What are you doing? Let go!” Shen Geyao flailed her arms.

But her attempts were so weak, they wouldn’t even tickle.

“She’s really drunk,” another man chuckled, pushing open a private room door. “Bring her in for some fun.”

“Got it!” The man carrying Shen Geyao stepped inside immediately.

Behind him, four or five men in their thirties and forties followed, all with eager smiles.

As the door closed, Shen Geyao sobered up a bit from fear.

“What are you doing? Let go! Let me go!”

She struggled hard, but in her current state, she couldn’t break free from even one person, let alone five or six!

“Let me go! Help—” Someone grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

Someone grabbed her ankle, pulling her legs apart. Another person covered her mouth, preventing her from calling for help. With so many against her, pinned to the couch, she lost all ability to resist. All she could do was watch helplessly as that repulsive man reached out to tear at her short skirt.