Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 177 Jade Maiden’s Rainbow Robe

Fatty Qian’s chubby face emitted a brilliant and solemn radiance again, like a ray of Holy Light, leaving Xu Xiangbei in awe.

"Brother Xu, you’re mistaken. How can pursuing beautiful women be merely about satisfying desires? They’re an indispensable part of my career. Haven’t you heard the ancient poem, ’Fair maidens are what gentlemen pursue’? This is what a gentleman must do. If you don’t pursue beauties, you’re not a gentleman. We all love beautiful women, so we’re all gentlemen."

Xu Xiangbei had no rebuttal and could only down his drink in one go: "Absolutely brilliant, I thought you were just a rich playboy, vulgar, and boring. I never expected you to quote ancient poems; I feel like you’ve destroyed my worldview."

The two got along well, hugging Russian beauties, clinking glasses, and drinking merrily.

Suddenly, Fatty Qian’s eyes lit up as he got another idea: "Brother Xu, just drinking like this is boring. How about we make it a bit more exciting?"

With warm jade and gentle fragrance filling his arms, the taste of wine lingering, Xu Xiangbei, hearing Fatty Qian’s proposal for more excitement, blankly asked: "Isn’t this already the pinnacle? How can it be more stimulating?"

"We need to change venues; let’s go to the nearby Nishang Grand Hotel. I have a VIP suite there; we can drink there. There are newly arrived girls, all Russian-style beauties. They can sing and dance, play instruments, a joyous life, isn’t it exhilarating? Moreover, the beauties are trained from a young age—absolute stunners. An extra pound would seem too fat, a pound less too skinny. Just a glance and fire ignites within."

Xu Xiangbei almost suffocated, his little heart about to burst; he’s always irresistible to beauties. With laughter and music, vibrant dancing, it felt like returning to the banks of the Qinhuai River—this is practically non-human life.

Xu Xiangbei felt himself losing control: "Are the beauties really that beautiful? Is what you say actually true?"

Fatty Qian shook the wine in his glass, sweeping away the evil and shameless expression, becoming refined: "Of course it’s true, how could it be false? My taste for beautiful women, Fatty Qian’s, has always been high and few. Beauties who catch my eye are naturally breathtaking, and each possesses exceptional skills and exotic charm. By then, I’ll guarantee you’ll dream of the Qinhuai River and feel reluctant to leave. We, as artists, naturally have beauty and wine accompanying us."

Watching Fatty Qian’s spirited enthusiasm, Xu Xiangbei sighed. Having good food was already nice, but there was also vibrant music and dancing, like ancient entertainment houses. And they call themselves performance artists; the life of wealthy people is truly shameless.

Though feeling Fatty Qian’s idea was despicable, Xu Xiangbei was still greatly longing, swallowing saliva, not sure if it’s due to enticing beauty or genuine hunger, excitedly asking: "Your idea is brilliant, but I have one question. This kind of setup must be terrifyingly expensive, right?"

Fatty Qian replied with a wicked smile: "Hehe, money is nothing but an external possession. Asking about that is vulgar. Brother, would I let you pay?"

At that moment, Xu Xiangbei’s phone buzzed with a message; it was from Sun Jiajia reminding him: Remember to support me.

It was then that Xu Xiangbei remembered his promise to support Sun Jiajia: "Has the fashion show started? A friend of mine is presenting her clothing designs; I need to go cheer her on."

Fatty Qian’s eyes brightened, his face curious: "Is it the beauty we encountered at the department store last time?"

"Not that one, it’s her classmate named Sun Jiajia. We’re all good friends."

"Since she’s your good friend, I can help her connect with manufacturers to produce her designs, including brand packaging and promotion to establish her own brand."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but that depends on her own wishes."

The fashion show had already begun, accompanied by intense beats; models wearing brightly colored, trendy clothes made their dazzling entrance, mostly spring-summer attire, mainly featuring camisoles and jumpsuits with a hint of vintage style.

To highlight the vivid colors and mainstream styles, the models’ makeup was simple and pure, like plain black-and-white hangers.

Each had professional training, with graceful postures and elegant movements, fully interpreting the essence of each outfit.

Xu Xiangbei and Qian Duoduo sat at the very front of the runway, surrounded by fashion critics, model agents, and major company fashion advisors, all leisurely seated, enjoying the models’ splendid showcase on the runway.

Xu Xiangbei was enthusiastically watching the beauties on the runway; his interest lay not in the clothes but in the parts where they weren’t wearing any.

He heard the incessant nagging of a woman sitting right at his left.

"These few outfits have no new ideas; it’s like they were picked from a trash pile. Is this what the Italian Paul designed? I think he’s getting old, his ability to capture fashion trends inversely proportional to his balding head. My goodness, who designed these clothes, is that turtleneck design a kid’s bib, designed by Martha from France? Is Martha pregnant? They say women get silly during pregnancy—it must be true; she should stop designing clothes and focus on nursing."

The voice was sharply sarcastic; Xu Xiangbei couldn’t help turning his head for a glance, and the other person was also looking at him; their gazes collided like two bombers encountering each other in the sky.

She was a beauty with a touch of allure, exquisitely made up, wearing a yellow off-shoulder camisole dress, revealing slender collarbones, but the curves beneath were flat—a total runway.

Xu Xiangbei disliked the noise disrupting his appreciation of the beauties and seeing her figure resembling a runway, his lips curled in regret.

This expression obviously stirred the other party.

The yellow-garbed beauty rolled her eyes, gently nudging Xu Xiangbei: "Excuse me, are you also in fashion design or the clothing business?"

Xu Xiangbei twisted his body, not understanding her intent, and truthfully replied: "No, I’m not in fashion."

The beauty’s lips curved with a disdainful sneer: "Relieved to hear that. Just look at your clothes; they’re all stall goods. Honestly, who are you? With such low taste, dressed in trash, sitting in the first row below the runway, are you trying to cause trouble, or do you assume everyone here is brain-dead?"

A gentleman doesn’t argue with ladies; Xu Xiangbei, ridiculed without reason, couldn’t get angry, but pretended not to hear, choosing to ignore her.

The beauty smiled victoriously, disgusted by his comment on her flat chest while not considering his own attire.

Beside him, Qian Duoduo leaned in and whispered: "Don’t provoke her; she’s the editor-in-chief of the most popular magazine ’Jade Maiden’s Rainbow Robe,’ Ouyang Jiahui, a renowned fashion critic. If you offend her and she writes about you in her column, you’d be in trouble."

Xu Xiangbei discreetly glanced at Ouyang Jiahui, seeing her focused only on the runway, not noticing him, he relaxed.