9:00 PM.
As the daytime clamor faded, Modu—the city so many young people dreamed of—began to reveal a side few ever see.
A world of neon lights and drunken extravagance.
They say Modu belongs to everyone during the day.
But once night fell, it belonged only to those at the very top of the pyramid.
The 24th floor of Pu Hui Mansion. M1NT.
As one of Modu’s most exclusive clubs, the bar operated on a members-only basis with a shareholder buy-in.
The buy-in started at 100,000 Hong Kong Dollars, with no upper limit.
Furthermore, prospective members had to pass a rigorous screening. Social status, profession, and even lifestyle were all heavily scrutinized by the board.
Of course, the perks were well worth the price of admission.
Concierge services, yacht parties, luxurious banquets...
These were just the basics. Many more exclusive events were too discreet to be mentioned publicly.
However, ordinary people could still get in—as long as they could handle the prices.
CHIME—!
To the crisp chime of a bell above the door, Qin Yuenan entered.
Tonight, she had shed her usual business attire for a look brimming with personality.
A matte black blazer over a silk top, paired with high-waisted, slightly flared trousers.
Her aloof aura, combined with her exquisite features and graceful figure, instantly drew the eye of nearly everyone in the room.
Everyone here was an elite in their respective field, worldly and experienced.
For that very reason, their gazes—a mixture of admiration and desire—followed her, each man itching to make a move.
A woman who seemed unattainable was often the one who most stirred a man’s desire for conquest.
"Over here!"
Just as Qin Yuenan was scanning her surroundings, someone stood up and waved from a corner of the outdoor terrace.
The woman wore a purple, form-fitting dress that clung to her graceful figure. Her aura was exceptional.
Qin Yuenan walked straight over, dropped her bag on the table, and sank wearily into an armchair.
"What’s up?"
"Do I need a reason to see you?"
The woman smiled faintly and snapped her fingers. A waiter approached almost immediately.
"Ms. Zhao, what can I get for you?"
"A margarita for our President Qin. It’s her favorite."
"I drove, so I’m not drinking."
Qin Yuenan turned to the waiter.
"Can you make me a virgin version? And not too sweet, please."
"Of course, Ms. Qin."
After the waiter left, Zhao Jianing rested her chin on her hand, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Qin Yuenan.
"So, you know why I asked you here?"
"Spit it out."
"I have a new boyfriend."
Zhao Jianing pulled out her phone and showed Qin Yuenan a photo of a strikingly handsome man.
"Here. He’s an Ivy League grad with a master’s degree. Nine-figure net worth. His parents are in component manufacturing, and the family is debt-free. So? What do you think?"
"Not bad."
Qin Yuenan was long used to her best friend changing boyfriends, so her expression remained nonchalant.
This earned her a reproachful look from Zhao Jianing.
"Why aren’t you more concerned about me! Aren’t you worried I’ll get my heart broken by some scumbag?"
"You?"
The usually stoic Qin Yuenan was suddenly amused.
"He’d be lucky if you don’t play *him*."
"Is that really how you see me? I’m so hurt! Our friendship is over!"
Zhao Jianing downed a large mouthful of her drink and then suddenly lowered her voice.
"Have you thought about finding a boyfriend? I could set you up!"