Chapter 216: Third World: Fui Gei's demise

Just like a puppy trying to chomp down a dinosaur bone that's exactly how Wen Qinxi felt. No other saying other than 'bite off more than you can chew' can best describe his current situation. He had been roped into dressing up but he had the slightest inkling on how to flirt with a man. With Qie Ranzhe it came naturally but now he was compelled to flirt his way past Fui Gen's iron clad security.

Frustrated he sat by the bar facing the VIP section where Fui Gen was surrounded by gorgeous ladies with a table full of expensive bottles and glasses filled with sparkly champagne. How was he supposed to outshine all these women? Anxious, Wen Qinxi ordered a shot of vodka and guzzled it down in one go. The burning bitter taste flowed down his throat making him grimace but it effectively took the edge off.

'I am so fuckin nervous. How am l supposed to flirt my way past the flock of hens?' said Wen Qinxi addressing the system.