After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Chapter 7: Be happy and have fun

After dinner, Lu Liang called Tan Tao over and learned that the hotel had a car rental service.

He chose a Bentley Mulsanne, costing 8,000 yuan per day, and rented it for two days. With insurance, deposit, and service fees, it came to 26,000 yuan.

“Liang, you’re feeling like a stranger to me,” Liu Mingxuan said from the passenger seat, overwhelmed by the unreal feeling.

Eighteen thousand yuan a night for a hotel, eight thousand to rent a car, and only after dinner did he find out the meal had cost over five thousand. That was half his monthly salary—just how much money did he have to burn to live like this?

“Stranger? Just wait; I’ll take you on an adventure and bring back the fun we had in the old days.”

A smirk crossed Lu Liang’s face as he floored the gas pedal, feeling the raw power of the V8 engine.

The surge of speed gave him a thrill, making him realize that a luxury car wasn’t just for show—it felt incredible to drive.

“Wasn’t it our sophomore year when we went to get a foot massage for the first time? Just the two of us, right?” Liu Mingxuan reminisced.

Two boys, barely 18 or 19, hyped up the entire night but ended up circling the foot massage parlor entrance for over two hours. In the end, the parlor’s manager, who must’ve noticed their nervousness, approached them and casually asked, “Here for a foot massage or the sauna?”

“Just thinking back, I was so innocent, but you still led me astray.”

“Oh, please. Who was the one who asked to extend the session?”

“And you’re saying you didn’t extend it, too?”

“I was just checking in on how her little brother was doing in school.”

“Well, I only wanted to ask if her mom’s illness was getting better and if she needed help.”

The two exchanged smiles, feeling like they’d been transported back to those carefree, youthful days.

Suddenly, Lu Liang’s phone rang. He answered, “We’ll be there soon.”

“Who was that?” Liu Mingxuan asked, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Lu Liang drove across the Wusong River and arrived at the Renaisa Club on Qufu Road, an eye-catching building with walls covered in screens flashing vibrant, colorful lights.

Luxury cars lined the street, and stylish young men and women filled the sidewalks. It felt as if the extravagant and glitzy old days of the Shanghai Bund had never left, maybe even outshining the past. ȓἈŊọʙÊ𝘚

Liu Mingxuan clicked his tongue. “Boss Lu, are you going all out tonight?”

He had heard of Renaisa, one of the top five nightclubs in Shanghai. Even a basic table started at 1,888 yuan, and with drinks, girls, and tips, a night there could easily cost over ten thousand yuan.

“Tonight, money isn’t an issue. The goal is fun. Let’s make this a celebration of my return to singlehood.”

At the entrance, Lu Liang spotted a stunning woman in a purple bodycon dress paired with sheer black stockings and sleek black peep-toe heels, giving off a graceful, curvaceous allure.

He waved. “Qian-jie, over here.”

Zhang Qian was one of his former clients. Not even thirty, she’d paid cash for a three-bedroom apartment worth 3.2 million yuan within Shanghai’s Third Ring. She hadn’t relied on any sugar daddies, either; she’d earned her wealth as a marketing manager at Renaisa.

A hardworking beauty, she was always advertising her services on social media, never bothered by anyone’s pestering. Whenever people asked, she was honest and direct but never proactively intrusive.

Lu Liang had a good impression of her, so when he and Liu Mingxuan decided to go out, he immediately thought of supporting her business.

“Brother Liang, long time no see. Please, just call me Qianqian; there’s no need to be so formal.” Zhang Qian’s smile grew even brighter at the sight of the blue Mulsanne. She also knew how to handle people—when she’d been a buyer and Lu Liang a realtor, calling her “jie” was a sign of respect. Now, with Lu Liang as her client, it would be impolite for her to respond that way.

She quickly called a valet over to help park the car, cheerfully leading the two of them inside.

They entered the club and walked down a narrow, neon-lit corridor as the music’s heavy bass pounded louder and louder.

“Brother Liang, would you like a lively atmosphere here on the main floor, or something quieter upstairs?” Zhang Qian rose onto her toes, her soft red lips brushing close to Lu Liang’s ear.

“Let’s go upstairs and get a private room. If we want to get rowdy later, we can come down.” The booming bass assaulted his ears, while her warm breath, tinged with a light perfume, stirred something within him—a heart that had quieted down through exercise and routine, now feeling a bit restless.

“Alright, follow me and be careful...” Zhang Qian held his hand, guiding it onto her waist.

A slight smile crept across Lu Liang’s lips as his hand moved lower, settling onto her firm, shapely hip.

“Brother Liang, how’s this room?” Zhang Qian, feigning shyness, cast him a playful look as she led them to a private room on the second floor.

It was enough to fit seven or eight people, the smallest of their private rooms, yet still requiring a minimum spend of 6,500 yuan for the night.

“This is too small. It doesn’t even have a bathroom. Let’s get a bigger one; no need to save money for me.”

Hearing this, Zhang Qian’s face lit up as she raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you need a bathroom for?”

“To wash my hands, of course,” Lu Liang said with a hearty laugh, choosing a larger room for up to fifteen people.

The room had excellent soundproofing, so once the door was closed, they no longer had to shout to be heard.

“Brother Liang, Brother Xuan, should I call a few girls over to keep you company?” Zhang Qian, clinging to Lu Liang’s arm, wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“Do you think they can outdo you?” Lu Liang teased, a smirk on his face as he looked at Liu Mingxuan, who wore an equally mischievous grin.

Neither of them were strangers to nightlife, and while they might act proper outside, pretending to be upright here would be just hypocritical.

Going out for fun meant loosening up and letting go.

“They may not be as skilled as I am, but they are younger,” Zhang Qian laughed, her shoulders shaking with mirth as she handed Lu Liang a tablet menu. “Brother Liang, have a look at what you’d like to order, and I’ll go bring them over?”

“Go ahead.” Lu Liang patted her on the backside, earning a playful eye roll in response.

He passed the menu to Liu Mingxuan, sensing he might feel awkward about ordering. “Get whatever you want. The minimum charge for this room is 12,000 yuan, so it won’t save us any money not to.”

“Since you rented a big Bentley for tonight, do you think I’d hold back?”

Despite his words, Liu Mingxuan kept it modest, ordering just a few rounds of beer and some light snacks.

The prices at Renaisa were staggering: a dozen beers cost over a thousand yuan, and each snack plate a few hundred. Outside, this would barely cost 300 yuan total.

“You do it.” Even with someone else footing the bill, Liu Mingxuan found it hard to spend recklessly, feeling guilty after tallying up to over five thousand yuan.

Flipping through the menu, Lu Liang muttered to himself, “I’ve never ordered one of these before. Let’s give it a shot.”

“What’s that?” Liu Mingxuan craned his neck, catching sight of the item name and price, then smirked. “As long as it makes you happy.”

As soon as Lu Liang submitted the order, a dry ice machine outside began to emit steam, accompanied by a burst of confetti as bright colors exploded in the air. The nightclub lights began to strobe intensely, despite the soundproofing allowing even the downstairs DJ’s shout to be heard: “A big thank you to our esteemed guests in Room 207 for supporting Renaisa...Please hold tight as our charming and lovely Miss Ace of Spades will soon arrive to offer her personal thanks.”

“Thank you once again...Everyone, let’s hear some noise~~!”

An 8,800-yuan bottle of Ace of Spades turned Room 207 into the spotlight of the whole club.

Seeing this, Liu Mingxuan’s excitement surged. “This is a golden opportunity to show off—are you going out there to take the spotlight?”

“Go ahead, this one’s yours,” Lu Liang said with a smile, only wanting to soak in the charged atmosphere.

“Oh, acting shy at our age,” Liu Mingxuan scoffed before heading out, basking in the cheers from the crowd.

Standing on a platform, he swayed to the pulsing music, while the spotlight followed his every move.