Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 141; Night out (g)

Ting Fei stood at the driver’s side, posture military-straight, eyes scanning the darkening street as if calculating every possible risk in a three-block radius. Despite the casual chaos of the four women tumbling out of the villa, his expression remained calm, professional, always alert, always watching.

"Ladies ready?" he asked, his voice low but carrying natural authority.

He’d already notified his master about everything, where they were going, what they were doing, and when to expect them back. Lu Yuze had simply said "keep her safe" and hung up, which Ting Fei interpreted as tacit approval to let Shuyin do whatever she wanted as long as she survived the night.

Shuyin smirked at him. "Always. But don’t forget who’s really in charge of keeping us alive."

She gestured to Blade, Razor, and Tank, all of whom looked entirely capable of handling themselves in any situation that didn’t involve lawyers or stock markets.

Ting Fei’s lips twitched slightly, the closest he ever came to smiling on duty.

"Don’t worry," he said, opening the car doors. "My job is to make sure you cause trouble safely."

The women slid into the car with practiced ease, Blade claiming the seat next to Shuyin, Razor beside Tank in the back. Ting Fei closed the door with a soft click, settled behind the wheel, and started the engine with a purr that spoke of expensive German engineering.

The city lights glimmered off the polished black paint as the Mercedes eased into traffic, joining the flow of Friday night energy that was already building across the city.

The backseat erupted in chatter almost immediately, playful teasing, bursts of laughter, Blade doing an impression of Lu Zeyan’s face during the press conference that had Tank actually wheezing.

Ting Fei’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror frequently, scanning faces and body language and the street behind them with the kind of awareness that came from military training. But he never interrupted their enjoyment. Their freedom, their joy, that was part of the night too. And part of his job was knowing when to let them be.

"Destination?" he asked, his tone calm but ready for anything.

"The city," Shuyin said, her eyes sparkling in the passing streetlights. "Somewhere loud. Somewhere bright. Somewhere we can remind everyone we exist."

"The usual place?" Ting Fei suggested. "Or do you want to make a statement somewhere new?"

"The usual," Shuyin decided after a moment. "Let’s reclaim our territory."

The Mercedes glided through the streets, carrying four women who were free, fierce, and absolutely untouchable, and the quiet, vigilant guardian who ensured no one could stop them.

NIGHT OUT

EXCLUSIVE CLUBHOUSE – 8:00 PM

By the time they arrived, the entertainment district was already pulsing with life.

The clubhouse rose from the street like a temple to excess, sleek, neon-lit, its polished glass facade reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights from the surrounding nightlife. Music throbbed from inside, bass so deep you could feel it in your chest from the sidewalk.

A valet appeared immediately as the Mercedes pulled up to the entrance, his eyes widening when he saw who was stepping out.

Shuyin emerged first in a designer dress of deep emerald green that made her jade eyes absolutely luminous. Her heels clicked with authority on the marble steps, hair cascading down her back in perfect waves.

Blade followed, all leather and attitude, combat boots hitting the pavement with deliberate force. Her crop top showed off the snake tattoo winding up her ribcage, and the valet took an unconscious step back.

Razor came next, deceptively sweet in silk and tailored pants until you noticed how she moved, like a blade hidden in elegance, all coiled grace and lethal precision.

Finally, Tank unfolded from the car like a mountain deciding to move, her massive frame both intimidating and graceful. She didn’t need to do anything except exist to make people nervous.

The bouncers straightened immediately when they recognized who was approaching. How could they not? Shuyin’s face had been plastered across every social media platform for the past twelve hours. The wronged woman. The vindicated prisoner. The gracious ex-fiancée who’d walked away from disaster with a billion yuan and her dignity intact.

She was trending in at least five different hashtags, her image shared millions of times, her story dissected and celebrated across the entire country.

They didn’t even dare ask for IDs.

"Miss Lin," one bouncer managed, his voice respectful bordering on reverent. "Welcome. Please, go right in."

Shuyin flashed him a smile that was equal parts sweet and wicked, her hands settling on Tank and Razor’s shoulders.

"Ladies," she announced loud enough to be heard over the music, "tonight is the night! Wooohhh!"

She actually skipped into the clubhouse, pulling her friends with her, laughter bright and infectious, completely at odds with the composed woman from the press conference.

This was freedom incarnate.

The interior hit them like a wave of sensation. The space was massive with high ceilings disappearing into darkness, a main floor packed with bodies moving in rhythm, multiple bars glowing with internal light, elevated lounges overlooking the chaos, and a DJ booth commanding the room like a throne.

The dance floor was absolutely packed, bodies pressed together, dancers moving with the abandon that only came from alcohol, freedom, and the anonymity of darkness punctuated by strobe lights.

Everyone turned to look when Shuyin’s group entered. Not all at once, but in waves, heads turning, conversations pausing, eyes tracking their movement. When they recognized Shuyin, the energy shifted.

People didn’t stare openly, but they looked with admiration, curiosity, the fascinated attention reserved for celebrities who’d just survived public disasters with grace.

That’s her. The woman from the press conference. The one who got a billion yuan and walked away like a queen.

The whispers spread faster than the music.

"Hello, beautiful ladies!"

A waitress materialized from the crowd, young, early twenties, wearing black shorts and a fitted top. Her smile was bright, genuine, and clearly delighted to be serving someone famous.