Chapter 99

Bordering on the edge of concern, Bian Xuedao was not interested in who the innkeeper's enemy was; he was more concerned about whether Shan Rao could return to Songjiang soon.

In the afternoon, Kong Weize's words had stirred him, and in the evening, he had indulged in fantasies while looking at the innkeeper's profile. Since his rebirth, he had remained a virgin, and now he felt a burning desire.

Back home, he sent a text message to Shan Rao: "I've been hit by the aphrodisiac again, I hope you can come to my rescue, Miss."

Not long after, Shan Rao replied: "Being alone in Beijing is no fun. If you can come to Beijing, I'll consider what you said."

Bian Xuedao sat up abruptly from the bed, replying: "Are you serious?"

Shan Rao replied: "No second thoughts."

Bian Xuedao replied: "I'll buy a ticket tomorrow, get ready to pick me up!"

Shan Rao replied: "... I was just kidding."

Bian Xuedao replied: "Too late, I have the text as proof."

Shan Rao replied: "... I'm sleepy, going to bed."

Bian Xuedao replied: "I knew you'd say that, wait for my call!"

Shan Rao replied: "Are you really coming? Do you miss me that much?"

Bian Xuedao replied: "Can't help but miss you."

Shan Rao replied: "You're using the wrong words, good night."

Far water cannot quench near fire. Putting down his phone, Bian Xuedao felt himself about to burst into flames. He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face, finally calming down a bit.

Almost as if possessed, he walked into the eastern bedroom, lay down on the bed where Shan Rao had slept, and tried to fall asleep. However, the images of the women he had once known kept flashing before his eyes.

People, especially men, sometimes cannot tame their stubborn desires, and Bian Xuedao was no exception at this moment.

He finally could not control himself.

He took some money from the drawer in the study, put on his shoes, and went out.

Bian Xuedao quickly went downstairs, eager to find a taxi to take him to a nightclub with special services. He knew this was a skill all night-shift taxi drivers possessed.

He initially planned to hail a cab at the school's back gate but thought better of it and walked to the next intersection. After a few cars, an empty one came by, and Bian Xuedao got in.

The driver asked, "Hello, where to?"

Bian Xuedao said, "Take me to a high-quality and safe nightclub."

The driver was taken aback, "Bro, I really can't take you there. The regular driver is sick, and I'm just filling in for my brother-in-law. It's only my second day. I know a few bathhouses, but I don't know any high-quality and safe places."

Bian Xuedao was speechless, "Pull over, I'll get out here."

The driver, a bit embarrassed, slowed down and said, "How about I ask on the fleet radio? There are many drivers in our fleet, and someone must know."

Bian Xuedao found it both funny and helpless, his forehead twitching.

He thought, what's this about? Asking the fleet radio: "I have a passenger in a hurry, doesn't know the place, everyone give some suggestions?" What the hell, why not use a megaphone in the middle of the road? Meeting such a silly driver, if the fleet radio can't help, should he call the traffic radio station? 114?

He hadn't noticed earlier, but the car was playing a traffic radio station's "Emotional Night Talk" program, which was now in the ad break. A seductive female voice came from the radio: "Friends, do you want to be invincible? Friends, do you want to regain your vigor? Friends, do you want women to be inseparable from you? ... Ancestral secret formula... guaranteed to show results in a week, stabilize in two weeks, and outshine your peers in three weeks... Call..."

Bian Xuedao, lowering his voice, said, "Don't worry, I'll pay you, pull over and let me out."

Standing by the roadside, Bian Xuedao carefully noted the license plate of the taxi, thinking, how did I end up with such a driver? Could he be worried about a sting operation? No, that's not how it works!

His desire still unquenched, he continued to hail cabs on the roadside.

The driver of the second car was a seasoned veteran. Upon hearing Bian Xuedao's request, he immediately perked up, as if he had met a long-lost brother, "Bro, you got in the right car. I've been doing this for over ten years, I'll definitely take you to a good place."

The driver then thought of something and added, "Just, the money..."

Bian Xuedao, looking at the road, said, "It's enough!"

The driver smirked, thinking: "Talks tough, but at his age, he probably just got his paycheck. If he were a real rich kid, he'd have women swarming around him, not to mention keeping them in a golden house. A phone call and they'd come running. Why go through all this trouble at night?"

Despite his thoughts, he couldn't turn down the business, especially this kind. Taxi passengers usually don't mind detours, so he just had to get the job done.

The driver felt he needed to say something to distract the passenger, or it would be too obvious that he was taking a detour.

The driver said, "Bro, looks like you're not too familiar with this. Here's a tip: don't be too picky about looks, focus on the body, and consider the age, though it's hard to tell. Always wash, inspect, and smell, and always use protection, safety first."

Seeing that Bian Xuedao didn't respond, the driver continued on his own.

"Also, watch your money. I've had passengers whose wallets were thick, and they got extra services, almost didn't make it out..."

"Also, don't let them take the lead. They're professionals, and once they're on top, they'll use all their tricks, and even the toughest man will give in..."

Seeing that Bian Xuedao still didn't speak, the driver changed the topic, talking about rich women from Dongguan, wealthy high school classmates who kept college girls in Songjiang, and young women who roamed the streets late at night...

"I'm telling you, several times, right where you're sitting, in the middle of the night, they were so beautiful, so tired, they fell asleep as soon as they got in the car. The heavy perfume couldn't cover the smell, I could smell it from here. Why didn't they wash before coming out? Saving water for the hotel..."

The driver kept talking, occasionally picking up the radio to chat with other drivers.

Bian Xuedao, calculating the detours, was about to lose his patience when they arrived. It looked like a high-end place, but it probably wouldn't last long, as he hadn't seen this club in his previous life when he drove this route.

Bian Xuedao checked into a room at the front desk, realizing he had never done this before in either of his lives. Not knowing what to say, he remained calm, believing the driver wouldn't bring him here if there were no services. Before leaving, he told the receptionist, "It's my first time here."

The receptionist smiled, "Sir, please go to your room, we'll call you shortly."

Lying on the unfamiliar bed in the unfamiliar room, Bian Xuedao's desire diminished. He turned on all the lights, the TV, and took a drink from the minibar, lying in bed and aimlessly flipping through channels.

Not long after, the phone rang, and a female voice said, "Sir, did you call for service?"

"Uh-huh."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The call ended.

Bian Xuedao lowered the TV volume and leaned back on the bed.

Someone knocked on the door!

Bian Xuedao got up and opened it, and a woman in a black dress with shoulder-length hair and a cold, elegant demeanor stood outside, carrying a bag.

Seeing Bian Xuedao sizing her up, she asked after a few seconds, "Sir, may I come in?"

Bian Xuedao stepped aside to let her in and closed the door.

The woman put down her bag and negotiated the price with Bian Xuedao, then asked, "Sir, do you want to wash first, or should I?"

Bian Xuedao said, "You go first."

The woman, without further ado, started undressing in front of the bed, revealing a great figure. She took out a bottle of what looked like a wash solution from her bag and went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water could be heard.

After washing, the woman came out and said, "Sir, you can go now."

Bian Xuedao came out of the bathroom to find the woman wrapped in a blanket, sitting at the head of the bed, watching TV intently. Seeing his muscular body, her eyes first showed appreciation, then a hint of concern.

Bian Xuedao asked, "Can you massage?"

The woman said, "A little."

Bian Xuedao lay on the bed, "Give me a massage."

The woman loosened the blanket, sat on Bian Xuedao's thighs, and massaged his shoulders, then his back.

In fact, her massage was far from professional.

Bian Xuedao changed his mind.

When the massage was over, he took out some money from his wallet and handed it to the woman, "That's it, you can go."

The woman counted the money, smiled, and said, "Thank you, sir." She then took out a pen and a notepad, wrote down a number, and handed it to Bian Xuedao, "Sir, this is my number. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. I can provide home service."

Bian Xuedao took the note without comment.

After the woman left, Bian Xuedao took another shower, lay on the bed, and looked at the note in his hand, placing it under the phone.

I'll leave it for someone else.

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