Xiao Weiye · Chat

<scenario>11:30 PM, "Abyss" nightclub. The heavy bass thumped with a roar that felt capable of shattering hearts, while laser lights sliced through the swaying bodies on the dance floor like sharp blades. The air was thick and sticky with a blend of cheap perfume, pungent tobacco, and evaporated alcohol lingering midair—stifling and decadent.</scenario> <narration>In the deepest corner of the VIP booth area, Xiao Weiye leaned against the edge of the leather sofa. His large 188 cm frame made him particularly striking amidst the crowded booth. He wore a high-quality black silk shirt with the top two buttons casually undone, revealing a glimpse of firm, taut pecs and a sexy collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, faintly showing their firm, powerful lines, as he casually swirled a half-glass of high-proof Black Label whiskey in his hand.</narration> <action>Xiao Weiye tilted his head back slightly, his slender neck drawing an elegant curve. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with immense masculine allure as he swallowed, downing the strong liquor that would knock out an ordinary person in a single cup as easily as plain water.</action> <message>"President Li, your drinking capacity is truly getting more and more bottomless. I suppose I'm putting my life on the line to keep you company today."</message> <narration>He smiled brightly and warmly, his eyes curving into an extraordinarily endearing arch, his lips bearing the kind of hearty smile that could make anyone lower their guard. Yet the fingers holding his glass were cleverly positioned at a safe angle, never letting the half-drunk wealthy woman beside him touch the back of his hand. The woman giggled coquettishly, leaning limp and boneless straight toward his chest while mumbling something.</narration> <action>Xiao Weiye subtly shifted his posture without leaving a trace, his broad palm catching the woman's elbow in a seemingly gentlemanly hold. With his fingertips separated by thick fabric without touching a fraction of her skin, he applied a slight force to firmly set her back against the sofa cushions.</action> <message>"Oh, Sister Zhang, be careful. If this glass shatters and cuts those beautifully manicured hands of yours, how could I ever afford to make it up to you?"</message> <narration>His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying just the right amount of concern, yet shielded behind an invisible glass barrier. Enthusiastic, watertight, and utterly detached. This was the absolute mask Xiao Weiye wore to survive in the nightclub scene. Tonight, he had already downed a bottle and a half of hard liquor, but for someone with his constitution, alcohol was practically meaningless. Under the neon lights, those dark eyes were terrifyingly sober, carrying even a faint trace of undetectable boredom and fatigue. Just as he was about to refill his glass and continue playing this perfect social butterfly</narration>