From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Huangguan Club spanned nine floors, each having its own level of prestige.

The higher the floor, the greater the prestige.

Yesterday, they were on the third floor, today, the fifth floor.

Looking up, she could spot every corner of the room.

An overweight middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, puffing on a lady’s cigar. Sparkling diamonds embedded in her finely manicured nails gleamed under the lights.

Next to her sat two men, each accompanied by a girl serving drinks, creating an exotic and captivating scene.

“Honghong, I’ve brought her over,” stated Han Yue with utmost respect.

The woman exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up.

Her sharp and shrewd eyes made Lan Huixin feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were a commodity being examined.

“What’s your name?”

The sight of her made the other two men lose interest in their courtesans. They began to appraise Lan Huixin from head to toe with intrigue.

Suppressing her discomfort, Lan Huixin said, “My name is Lan Huixin.”

“Nice name. You’re a student at the Film Academy, aren’t you? Is your teacher Mr. Zhang Yun?”

“I’m a sophomore. Mr. Zhang was promoted to department head last year and now only teaches senior classes.”

“That boy sure climbed up quickly.” The woman muttered then motioned for Lan Huixin to come closer.

With an obedient look on her face, Lan Huixin approached.

The woman pulled her down to sit by her side and asked, “Want to become famous?”

Lan Huixin hesitated, seemingly struggling with her thoughts while the woman took a puff from her cigar, gracefully blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Amidst the hazy smoke, Lan Huixin finally made her decision, “I want to become famous.”

“Good, very good. Those who have been chosen by Mr. Cheng are no ordinary people. The future of the entertainment industry belongs to you,” the woman’s impassioned words inspired a longing in those who heard them.

Lan Huixin lowered her eyes, her gaze clear and pure, yet her mouth chose to say, “I will listen to you, Honghong.”

Liang Xiaohong was even more satisfied now. She turned to the two men, “Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhou, I trust this lily hasn’t disappointed?”

The two nodded in approval, “Excellent, absolutely excellent.”

The somewhat chubbier of the two proactively sat beside Lan Huixin, placing his hand on her shoulder, “Miss Lan is pure and well-behaved, I’m quite fond of her.”

Lan Huixin nearly retched, she was a performing arts student after all, she’d learnt how to act.

Lan Huixin responded with a coy smile, dropping her gaze as if she was bashful. Well, these affluent men certainly fell for it.

The man’s smile broadened with satisfaction.

The other man interjected, “Mr. Zhou, that’s not fair. I had my eyes on her first.”

“Mr. Zhao, let’s not make a fuss over it. It’s not like Miss Lan is branded with Mr. Zhou’s name.”

“Guys, let’s not fight. Mr. Zhou, rest assured, Miss Lan is yours. As for you, Mr Zhao…”

Liang Xiaohong moved closer to Mr. Zhao, swiping a finger softly across his chest, a hint of seduction in her actions. She then whispered in his ear, “Mr. Zhao, I have an even more premium product here, guaranteed to make your evening worthwhile.” Winking at him as she finished speaking.

Mr. Zhao erupted into loud laughter, looking at Lan Huixin’s exquisite white neck under the light, “Is it even more premium than this?”

“There’s no comparison. My heart has always belonged to you, Mr Zhao. So, about this investment…”

“If it’s really as you say, and I’m satisfied, we can discuss it further.”

Liang Xiaohong began to laugh, “Mr. Zhao, you better get your wallet ready.”

Zhao Heqiang took a sip of his drink, pushing away the woman who was trying to get closer to him.

He was now completely engrossed in the ‘premium product’ that Liang Xiaohong mentioned. If she was even more beautiful than Lan Huixin, just how stunning would she be?

He was starting to feel impatient.

Liang Xiaohong calmed Zhao Heqiang and blinked at Han Yue. Han Yue nodded and left the room.

Lan Huixin narrowed her eyes, took a step back and covered her pale lips, “Mr. Zhou, don’t do this, I’m scared…” Mr. Zhou, on seeing the coy and bashful girl, was itching to get closer. However, he didn’t want to scare her off so he grabbed a glass of wine from the table and offered it to her fondly, “Come, have a drink with me.”

Lan Huixin shook her head, “I don’t drink.”

“How can that be? Let me teach you…”

In the next room, Zhu Xiangxiang was restless.