A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Nightclubs, to put it simply, are entertainment venues that stay open until the early hours of the morning.

KTV, bars, discos, and nightclubs all count.

It's a place where young men and women can relax.

Of course, nowadays many middle-aged men and women also like to join in, and occasionally some of them are still young at heart.

The common characteristics of nightclubs are that they sell alcohol, food, venue, and atmosphere, providing a one-stop shop for your eating, drinking, and entertainment, maximizing your spiritual consumption.

To put it more bluntly, it's about providing a platform for romantic relationships between men and women.

Qi Bingqing was a seasoned veteran of nightclubs, and with just a few words, she revealed the ins and outs of Shi Yurou's private room.

This level of skill can't be achieved in less than ten or eight years.

She not only saw through the situation, but also went through the entire plot.

Bank Manager Sun wanted to use the flowers to curry favor with Buddha, while Director Zhao wanted to win the heart of the beauty.

The core point is this: the beautiful Shi has to make a "sacrifice".

And this matter was never based on whether she wanted to or not.

Experienced and skilled drinkers often rely on their drinking capacity and sweet talk to get people drunk and confused, then go along with it.

This is called "drunken promiscuity".

Since it happened after drinking, it has nothing to do with rape or drugging.

Even if a woman wants to sue afterward, she can't explain herself clearly. So most people, once they sober up, can only grit their teeth and pretend nothing happened, secretly buying medication to deal with the aftermath.

A few hot-blooded individuals, in a moment of impulsiveness, went to extremes, as reported in the news.

Another type is the "idol type," which is based on mutual consent.

But this "willingness" is not genuine; it's a way of using power, money, and influence to coerce you into submission.

It's risky and has a high barrier to entry; only experienced players should try it.

Otherwise, you won't get to eat any mutton, but instead end up with a fishy smell.

Another method, the most despicable but also the most direct, is medicine.

This tactic may be lowbrow, but it's almost guaranteed to work.

Afterwards, the man simply said, "I was drunk," leaving the woman speechless with her grievances.

Qi Bingqing watched everything that President Sun and Director Zhao did from behind the screen.

After observing for a while, she made a judgment: Director Zhao was chatting and laughing nonchalantly from beginning to end, clearly a veteran of the pleasure quarters. So Qi Bingqing bet that he was playing the "mutual consent" game.

Gu Feng doesn't see it that way.

He preferred the last one: medicine.

The two had different opinions, so a bet was made.

Qi Bingqing leaned close to his ear and told him the bet.

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng's eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously: "No, no, I don't like this!"

"Heh, I knew you wouldn't like it. If you liked it, what's the point of gambling?" Qi Bingqing laughed like a fairy.

"Anything else is fine. But you want me to... well, God, sister-in-law, you're so perverted." Gu Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Tch, what's so perverted about that? There are tons of those in movies. You men can enjoy it, but we women can't?" Qi Bingqing retorted confidently.

"That...is so dirty." Gu Feng was still a conservative person after all, and his face turned red.

"Dirty?" Qi Bingqing chuckled, tapping his forehead with her jade-like finger. "Young Master Feng, you're so uncultured! Your mouth is full of even more germs! Besides, you've been the only man my sister-in-law has ever had. Let's take a gamble, I want to give it a try."

"Are you so sure you can win?" Gu Feng looked at her.

"Of course," Qi Bingqing said with certainty.

"What if you lose?"

Qi Bingqing bit her lower lip and beckoned to him, "Come closer to my ear."

Gu Feng leaned closer. After listening, he was stunned again: "Sister-in-law, you really are a pervert."

"So, is Young Master Feng going to gamble or not?" Qi Bingqing blinked, looking every bit the vixen.

"I'll take the gamble!" Gu Feng gritted his teeth.

Qi Bingqing was overjoyed and got up to walk outside.

"Where are you going?" Gu Feng hurriedly stopped him.

"Go take a good shower. Didn't we already gamble it all away?" Qi Bingqing said confidently.

"Ugh." Gu Feng pointed at the monitor. "This isn't over yet. You're already certain I'll lose?"

"Heh, Young Master Feng, I'm telling you responsibly—this time, you're doomed to lose." Qi Bingqing was about to get up again.

"Why?" Gu Feng wouldn't let go and forcefully pulled her to sit on his lap.

Qi Bingqing sighed and pointed at Director Zhao on the screen: "It's simple. As I just said, this Zhao guy is a seasoned womanizer, with discerning eyes and picky tastes. Look at him just now, he didn't even give those girls a second glance."

Gu Feng nodded. He agreed.

"From this point onward, his taste becomes clear—he likes respectable women, office ladies, basically decent women. Look at him, he's clearly in a huge hurry, but he's unhurried and doesn't show any emotion. What does that mean? It means he likes the cat-and-mouse game, he likes romance. Think about it, if he really drugged or forced a woman to drink, she'd be completely drunk, like a dead fish, what's the point? So, I'm a thousand times, a million times certain, this old pervert just wants to play the 'mutual consent' game. He wants to see her expression of clearly refusing but having no choice but to comply."

Qi Bingqing's analysis was so logical and reasonable that Gu Feng was stunned.

Sure enough, not long after, Director Zhao made an excuse to urinate and left the private room. The conversation between Bank Manager Sun and Shi Yurou could be heard immediately coming from the bug behind the sofa.

"Xiao Shi, you've had quite a bit to drink. There are some things I shouldn't have said. But you mentioned on the phone that tonight should be a get-together for friends. So let me say a few words from the bottom of my heart." Bank Manager Sun leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol as he sprayed it directly into Shi Yurou's face.

"President Sun, please speak." Shi Yurou suppressed her nausea and held her breath.

"Your loan shouldn't have been a big problem. But after a closer look, I found that the guarantor's qualifications don't match. If it's approved and something goes wrong, I won't be able to explain myself. You know, even though I'm the head of the department, I still have people above me. Some things can't be decided by me alone. So even though I've taken your bribe and really want to help you, the risk is too great, and I've been hesitant."

"I understand. If it's really too difficult, then let's just forget about it." Shi Yurou felt a chill in her heart, but she didn't swallow the rest of her sentence. She could tell that Director Sun hadn't finished speaking.

"But don't worry. Rules are rules, but people are flexible. It's unrealistic to ask you to find a guarantor at the last minute. But we can still think of some alternative methods."

"Oh? What method?"

"Make the guarantor's information look better and more detailed, so it can pass the inspection. I'll give you a template later, just follow it. That way, although there's still some risk, I'll take responsibility for it."

"Really? Thank you so much, Director Sun!"

"No need to thank me, I also have something I'd like to ask you for a favor, Xiao Shi." Bank Manager Sun waved his hand.

"They're here." Shi Yurou's heart skipped a beat, but she still had a smile on her face: "Please tell me, I'll definitely help if I can."

"It's Director Zhao tonight. You two met last time, and ever since then, he's been thinking about you constantly. So tonight..." President Sun didn't spell it out, but the implication was crystal clear.

Shi Yurou felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. So, after all that talk all night, this old man wanted both money and her. He was even more ruthless than her own husband—at least he only wanted her, not money.

You think you can force me to sell my body and perform for a loan of ten million? You've got a screw loose!

Shi Yurou's face immediately fell, and she wanted to slam her hand on the table and leave.

But just then, my phone rang, as if it were the worst I could ever do.