Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Ingrate

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Fu Tingyuan stared at Luo Nanchu before asking, “You can striptease?”

Luo Nanchu tilted her head and asked, “Would Mr. Fu like to watch?”

Fu Tingyuan smiled unenthusiastically and suggested, “Since President Yin wants to see it, why don’t you strip a little?”

Luo Nanchu stared keenly at the uninterested smile playing on his lips.

She could not control her expression, so she turned her head, let out a low chuckle, and then said, “Sure.”

It used to be fun for her to striptease, but now, it was humiliating.

However, she had mourned the death of her own dignity a long time ago. Needless to say, she could only suffer through the humiliation now, regardless of whether it came from Yin Mobei or Fu Tingyuan.

She got up from the sofa and requested the song “Pour Some Sugar on Me.”

Hot, seductive music flowed from the speakers. Luo Nanchu walked onto the stage, brushing a strand of hair aside.

The light seemed to blur in comparison as all eyes were caught by her movement.

With an air of seduction, her smile was infectious while her countenance was provocative.

She was wearing a white, open-back dress that reached down to her knees with a crossover halter-style neckline made of red straps—sexy, yet fresh and pure. Through the back lace emerged her thin and delicate shoulder blades. One could consider her as having the perfect back for a female, so any open-back dress would highlight her attractiveness.

Her long hair was flung to her back, but there was a strand of hair that was alluringly stuck on her voluptuous, dark-red lips. She did not actually move much, but still ended up looking very… sexy.

With the vague semblance of a smile on her lips, the air turned heavy.

Xiao Fengting watched Luo Nanchu’s performance while reclining on the sofa.

He snickered.

It was no wonder Fu Tingyuan was thinking about her all the time during the past six months. No man could ever forget such a siren.

Luo Nanchu stepped down to the rhythm of the music and sashayed step by step toward Yin Mobei.

She then straddled herself on his thigh, her body as flexible as a cat.

Yin Mobei’s expression turned gloomy.

“Brother Yin, this skirt of mine feels uncomfortable. Would you mind untying the straps for me?”

She leaned close to his face with her red lips by his ear.

“Ingrate,” she whispered. There was a charming smile on her face, yet her tone was extremely chilling.

This last word was only audible to Yin Mobei and herself.

Yin Mobei’s expression changed in a flash. For a moment, his hands quivered a little by his sides, but before he could even make a move, a glass splashed its contents onto Luo Nanchu’s head.

It was Qin Su who did this.

Qin Su’s expression was extremely unpleasant. She broke away from Yin Mobei’s grasp and was on her way out before Yin Mobei held her back.

“Susu.” His voice was deep and low.

Qin Su turned her head with a chilling gaze on her gorgeous face.

The dreadful aura around Yin Mobei slowly eased away. A smile broke forth on his gentle face, and he reached out to lightly caress her back in consolation.

“It was my fault. I’m sorry, Susu.”

Qin Su lifted her eyes to stare at the now-drenched Luo Nanchu, then looked away, pursed her lips, and said, “I want to go home.”

Yin Mobei nodded and then pushed Luo Nanchu off, stood up from the sofa, and led Qin Su out of the booth.

Luo Nanchu stood there by herself and watched the back silhouette of Qin Su being led out in Yin Mobei’s embrace. As if tears were about to fall, her eyes felt burning hot. She inhaled violently.

Suddenly, a black blazer with the scent of male cologne flew over and covered the top of her head.

Fu Tingyuan walked over, squeezed her wrist tightly, and pulled her outside.