After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"Since everyone is so eager, let's have a drink together."

Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his mouth and pulled the earnest Yun'er into his arms. He intertwined his hands and downed the drink in his glass.

Women are pretentious creatures; whenever they possess anything that can be swapped, they tend to be pampered and proud. So-called feelings are only what they consider their trump card.

It's as if once they invest feelings, whatever they receive seems deserved, seems right.

There aren't few who hold such a view, it's just unfortunate they met Lu Liang, a man void of emotions.

If only there had been a girl back when he was in his poor twenties to accompany him till now... Sadly, he never encountered one.

"I want to toast as well."

Mei Ying acted coquettishly, dissatisfied that Lu Liang was favoring Yun'er alone, so Lu Liang chuckled: "Everyone will get their turn."

Yun'er was puzzled, feeling that Lu Liang's attitude was strange, but couldn't articulate it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, along with Wen Chao's voice: "Mr. Lu, I'm Wen Chao. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Zheng Xuanyi brought many local specialties from Korea, not only for Lu Liang but also for him and Ota Ling.

However, he has a fiancée at home, and after an eleven-year love marathon, they finally set a wedding date at the beginning of the year.

Wen Chao loves her deeply and needs to be responsible for her.

"I'll be going to the company tomorrow morning."

Lu Liang paused and then asked: "By the way, what are Mr. Ota and Mr. Zheng doing?"

"They're still drinking in the hall, letting you deal with your business first—those were their exact words," Wen Chao replied.

"Got it." Lu Liang cursed playfully, then said: "You can leave if you have to."

With Wen Chao's departure, Lu Liang also walked out of the private room with two women beside him, spotting two men and four women totaling six in the water club hall.

Two men seemed quite comfortable, leaving one pouring drinks while accompanying conversations, while the other two let themselves form groups, wearing clogs, dancing hotly on the tatami mats.

But Ota Ling was dissatisfied with their dance moves, personally stepping in to instruct: "No, the geisha dance should be like this."

He seemed like an old rascal, supposedly teaching dance moves but occasionally lifted the other's sleeves, sometimes reaching into their arms, carefully exploring.

Seeing Lu Liang come out, Ota Ling boasted triumphantly, like showing off puppets: "Mr. Lu, how's this dance I'm teaching?"

"Not bad."

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh. As far as he knew, the Neon people were supposed to be a singing and dancing ethnic group, but danced like ghosts.

Receiving Lu Liang's praise, Ota Ling taught with greater intensity.

This group should be idolized elsewhere and somewhat famous but seemed like toys under Ota Ling's manipulation.

"The arm's range should be bigger, legs should be spread..." He held a folding fan in hand, posing grandly as if guiding.

Yun'er and Mei Ying exchanged glances, witnessing mutual relief in each other's eyes, quietly aiding Lu Liang with pouring drinks and serving dishes.

"Mr. Lu, are you done with what you were doing?"

Zheng Xuanyi raised his glass with both hands, lowering his posture.

Lu Liang clinked glasses with him and laughed: "Just came out to see what you guys are up to."

"Any plans next, a visit to Korea?"

"Next time perhaps, I've been out for quite a while."

"Alright, whenever you grace us with your presence."

As Hyundai Group returned to the forefront of large enterprises, Zheng Xuanyi also became a prominent figure among the Korean elite.

But in front of Lu Liang, he seemed like a lackey, and Yun'er and Mei Ying's eyes towards Lu Liang became even more fervent.

As the night wore on, the three had drunk quite a bit and each left with tonight's bride.

Lu Liang did not stay at the club but had an assistant book a hotel in the city before heading there by car.

Yun'er and Mei Ying each held one of Lu Liang's arms, riding the elevator upstairs under the envious gazes of passing tourists.

Although they wore masks and hats to hide their identities, their figures, even in kimonos, were hard to cover up.

A dragon and two phoenixes—a rare sight not to envy.

As the elevator ascended and Lu Liang appeared asleep, Mei Ying gently stroked his back using a whispery Korean: "Sis, you see it now?"

"I see it." Yun'er silently agreed.

Although hotel visitors envied Lu Liang for having them by his side, back at the Shinbashi club, the truly envied ones were them.

Because they merely accompanied Lu Liang, whereas the girls who came along could only be toyed with by the two old men.

In the end, some were coerced into erotic dancing, some used their bodies as serving dishes, and some crawled belly-down like dogs, tongue hanging out.

Enthralled with alcohol, the two men would still stand on moral high ground criticizing why they prefer such depravity over being decent girls; wouldn't life as ordinary girls be better?

Reprimanded by the old men, the girls would wear faces full of repentance, admitting their degradation, wagging tails in hope of forgiveness.

If it weren't for Lu Liang's disapproval and suggestion to wrap things up, Yun'er couldn't imagine what might unfold further challenging her worldview.

She's only heard of such nobles' indulgences before but never experienced them, thinking at most it would just involve sleeping.

But she didn't expect such degrading loss of dignity, being devalued to insignificance in both body and soul.

"Sir likes you more than he likes me. This is your chance." Mei Ying's smile wasn't as bright as before; she had experienced much more.

Yun'er solemnly nodded, looking at Lu Liang with awe, mixed with added gratitude.

A ding echoed as the elevator doors opened.

Roused by the piercing sound, Lu Liang yawned: "What have you been mumbling about?"

"Yun'er didn't bring underwear and wants to borrow some from me," Mei Ying winked, showing a lewd yet playful expression.

Lu Liang was momentarily taken aback, teasing: "You wear underwear?"

Mei Ying looked at her collar, playfully complaining: "Don't be nasty; I am wearing. It's just not obvious."

"Is that so? Then I should take a good look later."

"Be careful, mind your step, sir."

Yun'er blushed, silently assisting Lu Liang.

Knowing is one thing, but doing is another; she wasn't as daring as Mei Ying wanted her to be.

The trio entered the room, where Lu Liang lay on the sofa sobering up, while the two women consecutively headed to the bathroom to wash and change.

Suddenly, Mei Ying emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, approached Lu Liang's ear, and whispered: "Sir, join us?"

Since Yun'er was holding back, it was mandatory for her elder sister to lend a hand.

Not only helping Yun'er, but helping herself as well, because as she said, Lu Liang likes Yun'er more than her.

If there's a chance, it must be treasured well; missing it would certainly lead to future regret.

If one of them could earn Lu Liang's favor, they would avoid all the past hardships she endured.

Tonight, Mei Ying positioned herself as the mood maker.

"Let's go have a look." Lu Liang's eyes twinkled, feeling a surge of emotion.

Mei Ying chuckled slyly, leading Lu Liang sneakily into the bathroom like a female rascal.

"Sister, why are you back?" Yun'er was washing her hair, oblivious to the extra person in the bathroom.

With mock seriousness, Mei Ying nonsense: "I forgot to apply lotion earlier."

Speaking, she adopted a back-entry hug, clutching Yun'er's perfectly sized dimensions.

"Stop messing around. Shampoo is getting in my eyes." Yun'er shivered, startled into using her hometown dialect.

Mei Ying wouldn't relent, giggling: "He's asleep anyway, we might as well enjoy ourselves a bit."

Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his mouth, quietly appreciating. Mei Ying's seasoned techniques made him doubt whether she was actually lesbian.

Gradually, Yun'er breathed softly in helplessness, eventually seating on the floor, catching a glimpse in the corner of an audience member watching.

Eyes wide, she suddenly got shampoo in her eyes again, rubbing them: "Sir, how did you get here?"

"Of course, sir came to join us for some fun." Mei Ying chuckled, her reasoning self-evident.

"Gosh!" Yun'er's temper rose, muttering curses, though gulping them down hesitantly.

"Stop pretending; isn't this what you wanted too?"

Mei Ying chuckled, knowing where Yun'er was ticklish, her fingers like serpents playing across her body.

She was like a red thread connecting Yun'er and Lu Liang, clapping to give them a boost.

When passion deepens, nature takes its course as the two join, while Mei Ying keeps playing her mood maker role, sometimes teasing Lu Liang, then prodding Yun'er.

For them to play happily and fully, she would exert her insignificant power, bit by bit.

The night deepened, and Yun'er, worn out, lay beside Lu Liang, dozing off sweetly and obediently.

Lu Liang, showing satisfaction, gently touched Mei Ying's cheek: "You've worked hard."

Mei Ying licked her palm, flashing a fawning smile: "As long as sir is happy, I am happy."

Lu Liang laughed lightly, looking down at Yun'er beside him: "I was really happy tonight."

"Then I'm happy too." Mei Ying grinned sweetly, subtly slipping her body even closer to Lu Liang.