Mrs. Shen Is A Little Sweet! - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Manager! Manager?!” The drunken girl smacked the wall loudly, yelling at the top of her lungs. “Someone get over here! I want a muscular hottie! I want to order some service!”

“Miss, what kind of service are you looking for?” Used to rowdy patrons, the manager rushed over smoothly.

“Bring me one… no, bring me a whole dozen of your handsomest male hosts!”

The manager appraised her round, youthful face. Looking at her plain, college-student attire, he mused silently that young girls these days were certainly bold. Turning around, he waved one of the hosts over. “Miss, take a look at this one. How about him?”

Clutching her bottle, Gu Shuangshuang let out a goofy little hiccup and waved her hand dismissively. “How am I supposed to choose from just one? Bring out a whole row! Money is no object!”

Drunk out of her mind, she had completely forgotten she was, in fact, dirt poor.

The manager waved again, and an entire lineup of men stepped forward—some burly and athletic, others fair and delicate. Shuangshuang inspected them one by one. They’re okay, but… why can’t a single one compare to even a tenth of the guy on that poster?!

“Miss, these are our venue’s top-tier hosts,” the manager said with a flattering grin. “What do you think?”

“No, no, no… I want this one!” Shuangshuang’s large eyes lit up as she pointed directly at the advertisement on the wall. “Is he your top guy? He’s gorgeous! I’ve set my sights on him. What’s his name?”

The manager glanced up, and his face instantly drained of color. The entire lineup of hosts stiffened, terrified into silence.

Frantically pulling Shuangshuang back, the manager hissed, “Miss! You can’t order him! Do you have any idea who he is? He isn’t a host at our bar, so watch what you say…”

“What do you mean, watch what I say?” Smashed as she was, Shuangshuang’s stubborn streak kicked in. She reached up to tear down the poster. The manager scrambled to stop her, silently cursing his boss for secretly using Mr. Shen’s photo as an ad to lure customers—now this naive little girl had taken the bait!

“Miss! Please don’t cause a scene—”

“Fine, I’ll go find this handsome mister myself…”

As Shuangshuang and the manager tussled, the door to an adjacent VVIP private suite clicked open. A pair of well-defined hands emerged, followed by a tall, striking man stepping into the corridor.

In an instant, the air turned dead quiet, smothered by an overwhelming aura of authority.

Shuangshuang’s blurred eyes drifted over, suddenly catching fire with drunken awe. She froze, utterly mesmerized.

How… how can a man be this handsome?! He’s an absolute masterpiece…

A crisp white shirt tucked into black trousers, a mature, chiseled profile, long, powerful legs, and an aura of supreme nobility.

He is gorgeous! He wasn’t even on the same playing field as the row of hosts in front of her—this was unequivocally the pinnacle, god-tier model of escorts!

Her throat bobbed with an involuntary swallow. Without missing a beat, Shuangshuang let out a cheeky, low whistle.

The dignified man paused. Clearly caught off guard by being catcalled, he knit his dark brows and turned his head.

Seeing him clearly, Shuangshuang’s eyes went wide. She gasped and snapped her head toward the wall poster, then back to the man before her. The gorgeous mister in the ad was the exact same stunner standing right in front of her!

“Hehe… found you! The handsomest top host mister!” Pattering over on unsteady feet with the brazen courage of liquid confidence, a sweet yet cheeky grin curved on her lips as she blocked his path.

Shen Mocheng halted his towering frame. Beside him, his close friend Wen Jinhuai stopped as well. Looking at Mocheng’s face, which had turned darker than the bottom of a wok, Jinhuai burst out laughing, staring at the little girl as if she were an alien. “Top host? Pfft—you’re hilarious, kid! You actually dare call Mocheng that?!”

Kid?

Shuangshuang’s face scrunched up in annoyance. She immediately puffed her chest out under her coat to prove she possessed far more than “kid-sized” assets.

Ignoring Jinhuai, her big eyes locked onto the icy, handsome man. She cleared her throat and asked, “Handsome mister, how much are you for a night? I want to hire you! Tell me your rate! If the price is right, I’m thinking of signing a long-term lease to make you my boyfriend…”

A collective gasp sucked the air from the hallway. The manager broke into a cold sweat, trembling like a cicada in winter before the formidable magnate.

Shen Mocheng stared coldly at the little drunkard. Do bars let minors in these days?

Running out of patience, his refined fingers casually adjusted a diamond cufflink as a clipped command dropped from his thin lips: “Move.”

His voice was deep, magnetic, laced with a slow drawl and an absolute chill that warned strangers to stay away.

Shuangshuang shrank back slightly, her little heart fluttering in fear. Feeling timid for a split second, she mentally pinched herself: He’s just an escort! What am I getting scared of?!

Clearing her throat again, she closed the distance, stepping right up to his towering frame. Standing on her tiptoes, her long lashes fluttered as she puffed a warm, alcohol-scented breath toward his face. “Don’t be so cold, mister. I know top hosts have attitudes, but business is business! At your age, handsome uncle, if you don’t secure your clientele now, you’ll be eating dirt later… After all, looking at how old you are, you’ve probably reached the age where your pee splits into two streams!”

“Pfft…!” Wen Jinhuai instantly spat out his drink, clutching his stomach in hysterical laughter.

Shen Mocheng shot him a murderous, razor-sharp glare.

The sudden press of the girl’s soft, warm body against him caught him off guard. His dark brows furrowed, and just as he moved to shove her away, her warm little lips brushed lightly past his own. Her breath puffed hot against his skin, carrying a uniquely sweet, pure fragrance that struck an unexpected chord through him.

His body—dormant and entirely unresponsive to women for years—mysteriously stirred with a flicker of sudden heat.

Shen Mocheng’s narrow, dark eyes deepened, his lower abdomen tightening in startling reaction.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Yet, with cold, aristocratic composure, he pushed the little drunkard away, replying with disdain, “I have zero interest in tiny kittens.” He paused, then added icily, “And you’re the one whose pee splits.”

Gu Shuangshuang: “…” Mine does not split!!

She stood dazed in the corridor, utterly bewildered as the man strode off on his long legs.

Her face remained flushed red when a warm, amused voice chimed in beside her: “Little girl, do you really like that mister?”

Shuangshuang nodded vigorously. “Fell for him at first sight! He’s the ultimate top host!”

“Then… do you want to bag him?”