Chapter 042: The Boss Lady's Chest Is Off Limits

“What… what are you doing?” A woman’s voice suddenly sounded from behind. Li Huan tilted his head and saw Sun Feifei standing behind the sofa, staring at him in astonishment.

Li Huan instinctively pushed the strange woman pressing down on him aside and leapt to his feet. The woman let out a startled cry and fell to the floor, landing hard on her backside, pain knitting her brows together.

“Li Ruotong, are you alright?” Sun Feifei hurried over to help her up when she saw that Li Huan had knocked the woman to the ground. But the bath towel had only been loosely wrapped around her body, and now, having been sat beneath her, it slipped from her chest as she rose, exposing her nearly bare body.

Li Huan’s mouth hung open. At such close range, staring at a beautiful woman’s naked body—especially one fresh from the bath, the scent of her skin still lingering in the air—he couldn’t help feeling his body heat up. When the towel slipped away from her chest, those full, trembling curves bounced invitingly, and the two rosy buds seemed to blink mischievously, as if two playful little rabbits.

“No looking!” Li Ruotong was still a bit in shock, but Sun Feifei reacted quickly. She covered Li Huan’s eyes with her hand, then nudged Li Ruotong, saying, “Go change your clothes!”

Once Li Ruotong had left, Sun Feifei removed her hand, glanced at Li Huan, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “What happened between you two? How did you end up fighting like that?”

“How should I know? I thought it was you, but it wasn’t…” Li Huan trailed off, suddenly realizing how ambiguous his words sounded.

Sure enough, Sun Feifei’s lips curved in a sly smile as she squinted at him. “Oh, so you thought it was me, so you barged in for a peek and got caught by the big boss!”

“I didn’t! She told me to look!” Li Huan’s justification sounded reasonable enough, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty, especially since he had actually seen her naked.

“But you still looked!” Sun Feifei pouted, glancing toward the bathroom. She leaned in to whisper in Li Huan’s ear, “Between her and me, who’s better looking?”

“Of course you are… Wait, I haven’t seen you like that!” Li Huan nearly fell for the trap, inwardly alarmed—women truly are the most cunning creatures.

“You’ve definitely imagined what your big sister looks like naked, haven’t you?” Sun Feifei giggled, clearly satisfied with the flush on Li Huan’s face.

Li Huan was at a loss for words. Never get playful with sophisticated women, he thought, or you’ll meet a miserable end. “What did you just say? The big boss?”

“That’s right! Li Ruotong is the woman behind ‘Dancing with Wolves’! You’re in trouble now, getting caught peeking at her in the bath!” Sun Feifei gloated, sipping from her glass.

“I need to stress, I wasn’t peeking—she told me to look!” Li Huan was frustrated. Originally, Sun Feifei had asked the big boss to back him up and help with his trouble with Brother Dog. But now, after seeing the big boss naked, he couldn’t imagine a quicker way to die.

The bathroom door opened, and Li Ruotong emerged dressed in a professional suit: a white blouse paired with a fitted blazer, exuding an aura of sophisticated femininity. Her gaze swept over them with an imperious air. But below, she wore only a skirt that barely covered her thighs, the soft fabric hugging her legs and outlining a perfect silhouette. She had on semi-transparent black stockings, with a lace trim that left a sliver of fair skin between the hem and the edge, adding a touch of teasing allure.

Li Ruotong walked over and sat diagonally across from Li Huan, her legs pressed tightly together with not a hint of space between them. Clearly, she was now on guard, her eyes sharp and penetrating.

As she remained silent, Li Huan felt increasingly awkward. This was a monumental misunderstanding. He could never have imagined that a big boss would appear before her staff in such a state of undress—even if her staff were all women. But this boss was different.

“Um, I’m really sorry about before. I didn’t mean to look!” Even if it wasn’t entirely his fault, Li Huan felt obligated to apologize, especially since he was a man and had taken such advantage.

“Intentional or not, you’ve already seen it. I only care about the result—and the result is, not only did you look, but you took liberties as well!” Li Ruotong’s posture was unmistakable; she sat unmoving on the sofa, exuding authority without anger.

Li Huan really didn’t know what to do. Most men would probably be delighted by such a situation, but he wasn’t, since she was the big boss and the key figure in tonight’s negotiation. Most importantly, he really had grabbed her breast just now—even if by accident.

Sun Feifei sat aside, quietly sipping her wine, clearly not intending to get involved. Unable to do anything else, Li Huan sighed. “It really was a misunderstanding—I didn’t want it to happen either.”

“You think I wanted this?” Li Ruotong’s eyes flashed with fire. She’d been seen naked, yet the man before her pretended to be innocent. Was there ever a more shameless man?

“So what now?” Li Huan didn’t pay much attention to his words. If she insisted on pursuing it, there really was no good solution.

“That’s simple—you strip and give us a twirl right here!” Li Ruotong shot him a glance. The kid had a decent figure; naked, he probably wouldn’t be too much of an eyesore.

“…That’s not really appropriate, is it?” Li Huan’s mind blanked. How was that “simple”? He felt awkward even being naked at home alone, let alone before two beauties.

“It’d be best if you wore stockings—much more effective that way!” Sun Feifei had no intention of helping Li Huan, enthusiastically seconding Li Ruotong’s suggestion and adding her own twist.

“Feifei, you’re such a rogue!” Li Huan muttered. No wonder these two women got along so well—they clearly shared an appetite for the unusual.

“I agree!” Li Ruotong nodded, lifted her wine glass, and took a large gulp, as if it were water, showing no sign of savoring it.

Li Huan opened his mouth but didn’t dare say anything. The wine in that glass was the very one he’d sipped from earlier. His expression didn’t escape Li Ruotong’s notice. After a pause, she asked, word by word, “You drank from this glass?”

Li Huan nodded, then quickly shook his head. He couldn’t admit it, or she’d probably make him streak through the main hall to vent her anger.

“Damn it, you’ve taken advantage of me in every way!” Li Ruotong spat out crudely, slamming the glass down. She didn’t bother with the decorum of rinsing her mouth.

After a moment of silence, Li Ruotong seemed to let the matter go. She glanced at her watch and said, “You’re Li Huan, aren’t you? The one who beat up the mangy dog’s precious son and sent Baldy to the hospital?”

Li Huan had wanted to say, “That’s me,” but thought better of it—better to remain modest. He nodded, then looked at Sun Feifei, whose expression had become serious; clearly, these were troublesome matters.

“That old mangy dog is easier to deal with—a few benefits will settle him. But Baldy isn’t as easily handled on my end…” Li Ruotong seemed a bit troubled herself. The young man before her looked steady enough, but he certainly knew how to cause trouble.

Still, she’d heard the whole story from Sun Feifei, knew Li Huan had acted to protect her, so she couldn’t blame him too much. At worst, she could pull some family strings to resolve things.

“Let’s go. It’s about time. That old dog should have arrived.” Li Ruotong stood, took a step, then turned back to Li Huan. “But tonight’s matter isn’t over yet. Be prepared!”

By eight-thirty, the booths at Dancing with Wolves were nearly full, even the private rooms on the second floor had many guests. This was the most notorious money pit in Backstreet. In the industry, there was a saying: rich women know how to enjoy life even better than rich men, and are more willing to lavish fortunes on a “pet” they fancy.

Though this wasn’t entirely true, stories like these happened frequently at Dancing with Wolves. Li Huan had once witnessed two of Shanghai’s most prominent businesswomen nearly come to blows over the club’s top male escort. Of course, wealthy women knew how to wield their resources—they both spent money like water, offering hundreds of thousands and even promising ten thousand for a single night’s company.

Naturally, the more powerful woman won in the end, but that night alone, the two of them spent over three million, making it the most profitable night in the club’s history.

But tonight was different. Some special guests were expected. In Backstreet’s nightlife, the only one with absolute authority was the ruthless Dog Lord.

Strictly speaking, Dancing with Wolves shouldn’t have been open for business tonight, considering Dog Lord’s status. But clearly, Li Ruotong didn’t intend to give him that much face—business was business, and his so-called prestige meant little to her.

On the second floor, the largest private room was never open to the public. It belonged exclusively to the club’s owner, who only entertained guests there personally.

The door was sliding, in two layers—the outer one was handcrafted wood imported from Japan, offering excellent soundproofing; inside was a glass door, giving a clear view of the main hall.

Li Ruotong led Sun Feifei and Li Huan to the doorway. A burly man standing by the door glanced at Li Ruotong, nodded, and said, “Miss, they’ve arrived.”

She nodded, and the man turned and slid open the door. Once they’d entered, he signaled to his counterpart across the hall, closed the wooden door, and spoke quietly into a tiny microphone clipped to his collar.

Li Huan observed them closely. He could tell they weren’t club waiters—their fierce aura marked them as seasoned bodyguards, hardened by countless battles.