Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 148; Night out (n)

Blade stood up fast, already moving. "We’re leaving. Now."

The club had fallen into stunned chaos, half shock, half fear. People whispered frantically, phones out, already spreading the story across social media.

Behind them, Lu Wenqing stood utterly frozen, her phone slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the sudden hush that had fallen over their section of the club.

Shuyin, half-carried away by Ting Fei’s steady support, murmured lazily, her words slurring slightly:

"Lu family... or dragon clan... all secrets rot the same..."

Her eyes fluttered shut.

And somewhere in the city, Lu Zeyan’s past had just been dragged into the light.

SHUYIN, QUEEN OF CHAOS

People were now FOLLOWING Shuyin as she wandered away from the VIP section, clubgoers, staff, even random women who’d arrived for a quiet night but were now witnessing something they’d tell their grandchildren about.

It looked like a religious procession, with Shuyin as the slightly unsteady deity leading the faithful, Ting Fei as her reluctant shepherd trying to guide her toward the exit.

She raised a hand, pulling away from Ting Fei’s support.

"Next cheater, step forward!"

A dozen men flinched visibly, some actually ducking behind their companions.

"Not you!" she snapped at one, pointing. "You’re safe. Good boy." She patted his head as she passed, and the relief on his face was so dramatic that the whole club laughed.

Shuyin pointed at a man trying to sneak away toward the back exit, hunched over like that would make him invisible.

"You cheated in 2021. On vacation. In Bali. You think it doesn’t count because it was ’before the relationship was official.’"

The man screamed, actually screamed. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!"

Shuyin cackled, the sound bright and unhinged. "I just do!"

His girlfriend, who apparently hadn’t known about Bali, grabbed him by the ear and physically dragged him away, her voice rising in a torrent of fury that needed no translation.

THE CROWD CHANTS

"QUEEN SHUYIN!"

"Queen of Justice!"

"Expose them all!"

"Call the next one!"

Men hid behind furniture or sat frozen like prey animals trying not to be noticed, barely breathing. Some had actually crawled under tables. One man was hiding behind a potted plant that couldn’t possibly conceal him.

Shuyin basked in the chaos, lifting her arms proudly like a conductor before an orchestra.

"I AM PRINCESS OF JUSTICE!"

The crowd roared its approval.

Blade was trying very hard not to die laughing. Razor had given up all pretense of composure. Tank was recording everything on his phone with the dedication of a documentarian capturing historic footage.

"This is going in the vault," he muttered. "This is legacy material."

11:20 PM – THE MODELS

A commotion at the club entrance caught their attention.

A group of male models, professionally gorgeous, dressed like walking advertisements for expensive everything, were being escorted by stressed event coordinators toward the VIP section. Everything about them screamed carefully cultivated beauty, the kind that came from good genetics and better personal trainers.

Shuyin’s grin sharpened to something wicked.

"This," she whispered, eyes lighting up, "is a gift."

She intercepted them before they could pass, stepping into their path with a smile that could start wars.

"Gentlemen," she greeted, her voice warm but threaded with mischief. "Working tonight? Or looking pretty for fun?"

The lead model, tall, with the kind of bone structure that belonged in museums, smiled in that professionally detached way models deployed when paid to behave. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"We’re booked for a private...."

"Not anymore." Shuyin flicked open her banking app and turned her phone toward them.

Their eyes widened collectively at the number displayed.

Several zeros. More zeros than made sense for a night at a club.

"How much is your booking?" she asked sweetly, thumb hovering over the screen. "I’ll double it. Actually... triple it. I’m in a generous mood."

The coordinator stumbled forward, tablet clutched to her chest. "Miss, they’re under contract...."

"Then I’ll buy out the contract," Shuyin said lightly, opening another app with infuriating ease. "Give me your company name."

"You can’t just..."

"I can," Shuyin said, and something in her smile made the coordinator’s protests die in her throat.

The models exchanged looks, curiosity winning out over professionalism. This was clearly the most interesting thing that had happened to them all week.

The lead model exhaled, his professional demeanor cracking into a genuine grin. "Two hours?"

"Perfect." Shuyin clapped like an excited child being told she could keep the puppy. "Blade, drinks. Tank, clear the lounge. Razor, try not to interrogate them."

"No promises," Razor muttered, already eyeing them with the intensity of someone planning an interrogation or a kidnapping.

THE LOUNGE

The lounge was cleared in minutes, staff moving with the efficiency of people who’d learned not to question the woman with unlimited funds.

Soft leather couches arranged in a horseshoe, low golden lights casting everything in warm honey tones, a private bar stocked too generously, everything about the space now belonged to Shuyin simply because she’d decided it did.

The models were arranged loosely around the central sofa like decorative offerings, clearly unsure what they’d just been hired for but willing to find out.

Shuyin didn’t hesitate.

Without warning, she dropped straight onto the lap of the lead model, settling there with boneless ease, as she’d always belonged on expensive men.

He stiffened, his carefully maintained composure fracturing.

She didn’t look at him, instead reaching for a wine glass from the low table.

"Relax," she said lazily, swirling the wine. "If I wanted to eat you, you’d already be gone."

Tank nearly inhaled his drink wrong, choking.

Shuyin tipped the glass to her lips, took a slow sip, then tilted it toward the stunned model’s mouth.

"Drink."

He hesitated, his professional training warring with confusion.

Her gaze finally lifted, calm, dangerous, and amused.

He drank.

A drop of wine caught at the corner of his mouth. Shuyin reached up and wiped it with her thumb, her eyes following the movement like she was watching something delicious melt.