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ao invested in this film specifically to boost Han Bi's career.Wenran nodded and leaned close to Ye Nimore with great enthusiasm, calling him sweetly, "Husband..."Ye Nimore’s skin crawled from head to...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO - Completed Chapter 709

A City is an eternal city that never sleeps, a place where lights and liquor are abundant, and people indulge in luxurious living. As long as you have money, A City will welcome you with open arms and provide everything you want without ever disappointing you.

Moyao entered the bustling area of A City alone to visit a gay bar. This was a members-only bar; he had temporarily stolen a membership card from an outsider to enter smoothly.

The bar was openly set up in a busy district, showing no fear of inspections by authorities since it belonged to Mr. Zhang's second son. Only the finest would frequent this place, and the bar offered beautiful men for entertainment at high prices.

Moyao had never been to such places before; he had endured rigorous training from a young age and deeply loved his little brother. He disliked women and wasn't interested in men either, so he was untouched by carnal desires. Apart from Mo Xiaobai who had moved him over the years, no one else could catch his eye. With someone already occupying his heart, others naturally couldn’t win his attention. But why would he come here today He himself didn’t know; it was Ye Feimo’s wedding day.

Wedding...

This lifetime, he had never expected to attend one, for such a thing was impossible.

Might be something had triggered his heart, making him suddenly want to relax properly. Mo Chen always told him that Rome also had such bars and fine men, but Moyao had never gone there himself.

He was very curious to know where this place was.

This seemed no different from an ordinary bar.

So, he stepped inside.

The lighting was dim. On stage, two men were dancing the waltz gracefully; one tall and one petite. The scene wasn't jarring to him but lacked the delicate charm brought by a woman's presence.

Midnight Bar was packed with people, bar counters filled with patrons and sofas occupied as well. There seemed no free space anywhere. A few pairs of men were in heated affairs in dark corners of the bar. Moya felt some disgust looking at this but suppressed his feeling slightly. Just then, a couple of men moved to another seat nearby, so he sat down.

He thought it was wise for the bar to keep the lighting dim because these men were indeed open-minded enough. For instance, those two guys who just walked away had gone over to a man at an adjacent table and seemed to be planning for a foursome or swapping partners. Moya felt even more repulsed by this and turned his gaze away. Unbeknownst to him, his mere presence had sent shockwaves among the men in the bar. Moya's appearance was top-notch; he would definitely stand out in any crowd due to his striking resemblance to Mo Ye—extremely handsome, yet bearing an aura of absolute darkness and hardness that made him seem both inappropriate and fitting for this place simultaneously. He looked like a dark lord ruling everything under the heavens, commanding everyone’s submission.

A man like him was beautiful, fatally so.

Every man in the bar who noticed him revealed an eager longing… to conquer such a handsome man. The thought of subduing him beneath them made these men restless with desire.

Moyao sat for a moment and felt the malicious smiles directed at him from all sides. A bar attendant came over to ask what he wanted to drink, but Moyao was already captivated by the scene around him. He said indifferently, "A glass of whisky."

The attendant went to get his drink while Moyao coldly observed the gazes directed at him—some admiring, some predatory, some lecherous, and others simply curious. A sneer formed on his lips; he naturally knew what kind of reaction such a striking appearance would provoke in this sort of place. Everything was as expected.

The man sitting at the neighboring table seemed not to have noticed him yet. They were still engaged in their revelry. Moyao, being skilled at reading lip movements, could tell that they had already agreed upon swapping partners. One of the men, who appeared rather scholarly, looked somewhat unhappy as he spoke with another man about how he and this other man had been together for a year, yet now the latter wanted to give him away. The other man answered bluntly, "We're here to play; what's it matter It might be fun to try something new."

The unhappy man refused but was pulled up by another man in an insidious manner and kissed hard.

Moyao watched coldly from where he sat, leaning back against his chair. This was the feeling of love between people of the same sex—it did not last long and was just for play; partners were swapped easily, with no fixed relationship. People naturally looked at them this way as well, which accounted for some of the glances.

In other countries, things were more open because many nations had legalized gay marriage. It wasn't uncommon to see two men hugging and kissing on Rome's streets.

Moyao had heard about this group before; he often wondered whether he belonged in it.

To say that he did, yet he didn’t like men at all and showed no interest in any other men. To say that he didn't, the man whom he loved was indeed a man. Moyao thought perhaps even he could not define himself accurately.

Why should a person定位自己, whether it is or not, what does it have to do with others He loves Xiaobai and doesn't hinder anyone. It's his personal matter with Xiaobai; there's no need to involve him in this group. He isn't against it but feels indifferent.

Moyao sat for a while when four men walked over and sat across from him without saying anything, two of them even sitting next to him. One said, "What's your name Are you new here"

The tone was slightly provocative, but Moyao remained unmoved, glancing coldly at them. He just wanted to sit quietly by himself and didn't want anyone disturbing him. These people seemed quite tactless.

Moyao had a unique aura that particularly attracted others, not due to his good looks or the domineering air he exuded, but rather because of an ascetic yet alluring quality emanating from him, which was most captivating, similar to someone with a strong uniform fetish. Moyao seemed like a man in製服, igniting desires within people, wanting nothing more than to conquer him while not allowing himself to be conquered.

This was the impression Moyao gave off; it was so appealing and enticing.

Seeing that he didn't respond, another man introduced himself and asked again. Moyao simply let out one word, "Get lost!"

Just one word made others feel a chill down their spines as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, with threatening overtones that deterred anyone from coming close. Even the two men next to him couldn't help but back off and dared not confront him head-on.

What a cold and intimidating aura he had.ols 80% of global arms trade, of which 20% are legitimate transactions, and 60% are smuggled for huge profits. Previously, Chu Li and Jason were behind controlling other underworld businesses; Ye Ning...