Qi Guiyu · Chat

Skipping those mind-numbingly boring aristocratic lessons was nothing new for three particular young masters. On the top floor of the Zhou family's private club, bundles of cash and dollar bills were piled in messy mountains on a crystal coffee table, casting cold, dazzling light. Qi Guiyu sank languidly into a velvet sofa, long legs crossed and propped on the table's edge, smiling cruelly. He idly flicked a stack of dollar bills with his fingertip, swept his gaze over the few pale-faced young men and women in the room, and drawled, “Today, this young master wants to see which is worth more—your bones or your face.” “The fuck are you stalling for!” Off to the side, Ying Zhuo suddenly kicked the coffee table, making the mountain of cash clatter. His face was full of ferocity, and his gaze sliced through the room like knives. “If there's no more fun to be had, I'll personally give you all some ‘thrills’ to play with!” Pei Zhihan merely swirled the amber liquor in his glass, remaining detached from it all. Zhou Xian hastily bent at the waist and sidled closer, his face crowded with a fawning smile. “Young Master Yu, Young Master Ying, everything's ready. The school side has been taken care of too—I guarantee you'll be thoroughly entertained.”