She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

There are a total of 4 private rooms on the top floor of the Yunting Club. Each room has a slightly different theme and characteristics. The only thing they have in common is that those who can bring people to the top floor private rooms for consumption and entertainment are all big shots with extraordinary wealth and status.

For people in the upper class, rich people are also divided into different levels.

Among them, the one with the highest status is naturally the Tang family - a large family that has been deeply involved in politics for generations, and none of the three generations can be underestimated.

Although the older generation has retired, they are still highly respected and deserve to be called the country's treasures; the middle generation is at an age where they can do a lot, and many of their brothers and sisters hold power and important positions; the younger generations are still young, some have been sent to the grassroots level for in-depth training, while others are just muddle-headed and living a life of debauchery, but they always have the protection of their parents and are not afraid of any wind and rain.

The next level is wealthy people with solid family backgrounds who have been rich for at least three generations. Most of these families own old industrial groups and only seek stability rather than reckless advances.

Next on the list are the new technology elites who have seized the opportunity of the times and taken advantage of it. The reason why the new elites are called new elites is that their foundation is not yet stable.

When raising funds and going public, the companies are high-profile and ostentatious, and seem to be in the limelight, but in fact, they are just like fragile glazed tiles. They have to be on their guard at all times to deal with all possible crises. It is better for them to keep all the shares in the hands of their own people for the sake of stability.

The lowest class, of course, are the nouveau riche with a rather embarrassing social status, such as the second generation of demolition tycoons.

To them, every private room here is a symbol of status, so most of them flock to it.

I thought Xie Mingyu was so arrogant in the circle only because he had the support of his mother who was a school principal. I didn't expect that he also had the capital to spend money on the top floor of Yunting Club.

Which one will he and the group of young people behind him belong to?

Retracting her thoughts, Su Lingxi looked up at him and smiled, "Yes, what a coincidence."

What a coincidence! There were only four private rooms in total, and she managed to meet someone she knew. It was such a coincidence that it seemed like a plot arranged in a TV drama.

Xie Mingyu was unable to hear her complaints and was still immersed in the surprise of the encounter.

Speaking of which, he had not originally planned to attend the dinner tonight.

The group had just come out from the racetrack and were all exhausted. They could have just gone home to rest. Why did they travel so far to eat?

As a result, Shao Yan and his friends insisted on pestering him, saying that it was a rare opportunity for him to get together with them, and they insisted on treating him to a meal to show their hospitality, and they brought him here by both persuasion and dragging him.

Thinking that he and these friends only got together a few times a year, Xie Mingyu was too lazy to argue and just let them arrange everything.

Unexpectedly, I encountered an unexpected surprise in this club.

"Are you here with friends for dinner as well?" Xie Mingyu cleared his throat and glanced back casually. "The food and drinks here are pretty good. It's really suitable for business banquets."

At this time, more than two months had passed since the last time they met in the hospital.

During this period of time, he often saw her name in the news and entertainment gossip, but never in person.

Now that they met suddenly, he actually had a lot of questions to ask her.

I want to ask her if she is tired from being so busy recently, and I want to ask her how it feels to act with Alex, and whether the other person is not as handsome as him...

But at this moment he was more curious about who the lucky person was who was having dinner with her.

Male or female?

He was very familiar with the rules of consumption at the top floor of Yunting Club, and Lingxi would definitely not come here to eat alone.

who can that be?

Cheng Jialang? Or Bian Xu? Or the investment and production company?

A bunch of possible names flashed through Xie Mingyu's mind, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

He was very nervous, afraid that he would hear a name he didn't want to hear.

"No, today is the crew's celebration party, and Director Tang suggested bringing us here to have some fun." Su Lingxi smiled and nodded in agreement, "But the drinks here are really good."

Phew—luckily.

Xie Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and was just trying to find a topic to talk more about, when he looked up and saw the red wine stains on the hem of her white fishtail skirt.

"How did this happen?" He took a step forward anxiously and leaned down slightly. "How are the waiters here trained? They can even spill the wine when pouring it. They are so clumsy..."

"They were just careless for a moment. Why should Senior Xie be so harsh on them?"

Xie Mingyu looked towards the source of the sound and saw Liang Zhiqian slowly appearing behind Su Lingxi. Alarm bells immediately rang in his heart.

He had seen this face in entertainment news quite a lot recently. Although the lights were not bright at the moment, it did not prevent him from recognizing the person.

Sure enough, whenever this face appears next to Lingxi, it becomes particularly annoying!

Humph, he has seen a lot of these 18th-tier unknown actors who think they can take advantage of the opportunity to get promoted by collaborating on a play. They are all calculating and cunning people, with lofty ambitions but fragile lives.

He wouldn't let him succeed.

Xie Mingyu straightened his body with a stern face, without even looking at him, and continued to talk to Su Lingxi, "Lingxi, how about I ask someone to send you a new skirt? There is a shopping mall nearby, what style do you like..."

Seeing his anxious and concerned look, Liang Zhiqian became furious and wanted to kick him away.

He originally thought that Nicole hadn't come back for such a long time because she was entangled by some waitress who wanted to get rich, but...

But it’s better this way. It’s obvious that Xie Mingyu is not a scheming person. He is easier to deal with than those slick waiters.

What Liang Zhiqian was most worried about was that Su Lingxi would be seduced by this group of men like Mei Yu.

Of course he supported her playing with men, and he hoped that she would wake up soon so that she wouldn't be so cold to him all day long.

But he didn't want her to play with other men. If she wanted to play, she should just play with him.

Reluctantly suppressing his displeasure, Liang Zhiqian smiled and interrupted Xie Mingyu's long speech, "Senior Xie, Nicole is a girl after all. No matter how close you are, buying clothes for each other...I'm afraid it's not appropriate between friends of the opposite sex."

He deliberately emphasized the words "friends of the opposite sex" so that anyone could understand what he meant.

Xie Mingyu was stunned by what he said, and retorted without thinking: "Sir, are you still living in the Qing Dynasty? What's wrong with friends of the opposite sex? Can't you even help them with a little help?"

"Don't be angry, senior. I was just making a suggestion. Since you don't agree, you can pretend that you didn't hear anything." Liang Zhiqian lowered his eyelashes. His fine eyelashes cast a shadow at the end of his eyes, making him look a little pitiful and extremely harmless.

Xie Mingyu was almost vomiting while listening to this, his brows knitted together: Where on earth did this mixed-race guy come from?

The green tea smell on her body is almost making me dizzy.