How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

The voice was not loud but in this quiet atmosphere, it seemed exceptionally clear...

About two or three seconds later, three girls wearing high-slit cheongsams emerged from a small door on the side, each carrying a small copper basin with a white towel draped over its edge...

Possibly due to careful selection, not only were the three girls of the same height, their figures were also quite similar: curvaceous, with their shapes wonderfully outlined by the cheongsams...

Their steps were light...

With every step, their long white legs would break free from the constraints of the cheongsam, presenting themselves in front of Gu Heng and the others, only to retract the next second...

They vividly exemplified what is meant by "partially revealing."

Gu Heng was fine; he had seen plenty of beautiful women lately and had no other thoughts, merely finding the sight of the three cheongsam-clad beauties quite pleasing to the eye...

But Haibin and Song Hua? How could they have experienced such a situation?

Both men's eyes were nearly popping out...

Any of these girls, if placed in their screw-making factory, would not just be considered the factory flower, but at least the belle of the workshop.

Especially dressed in such sexy cheongsams...

How is this any different from uniform seduction?

If it weren't for the inappropriate circumstances and the fact that they were restraining themselves, they might have already gotten up to find a secluded corner and opened their Quark browsers.

When the cheongsam girls came in front of them, they slightly bowed to Gu Heng and the others, gently placed the copper basins down, and then covered their skirts while slowly kneeling in front of them.

Gu Heng: "???"

Song Hua: "???"

Haibin: "???"

This scene caused question marks to appear above their heads.

What was going on?

Had they traveled to another era? Was the Qing Dynasty not yet over? Saying hello is fine, but why suddenly kneel?

But that wasn't all...

The next second, the cheongsam girls reached out and gently began untying Gu Heng's shoelaces, then pressed his ankles and slowly removed his shoes, placing them gently to one side. Their warm hands lightly held onto his heels, placing them on a small wooden slab by the tatami. They then repeated the process with the other foot...

At this moment...

Gu Heng finally understood what the tatami was for...

It was f****** for changing shoes...
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Spending ten million to build a so-called transitional hall, and its biggest use turned out to be for changing shoes, even though Gu Heng had experienced much, he still felt it was utterly preposterous...

Ten million, what couldn't be done with that? Giving an ordinary person ten million meant they wouldn't have to worry for their entire life...

Just as Gu Heng couldn't help but lament the extravagance, Haibin's loud voice rang out, and Gu Heng turned his head toward where he was sitting.

"No no no! I can change them myself!"

"I don't need it, I'll do it myself, my feet stink."

Seeing the awkward expressions on their faces, Gu Heng could barely suppress his laughter... If it weren't for the ridiculous services he had already accepted, he guessed he would've reacted just like them...

"It's okay, Sir."

The cheongsam girl kneeling in front of Song Hua gave a slight smile, her voice soft and clear, making Song Hua shiver as he looked at her exquisite face, guilt overwhelming him...

Seeing such a beautiful girl as his own wife, Song Hua felt it was unfair to her, let alone having her kneel on the floor to change his shoes and smell his stinky feet?

Having thought this, Song Hua quickly clasped his feet tightly: "Really, no need, I can do it myself."

Haifeng, although not as dramatic in his reaction, felt similarly.

Seeing this scene, Gu Heng could not contain himself any longer and laughed: "That's alright, they don't like others touching their feet, just let them change themselves."

The two girls, hearing this, could only clutch their skirts and step back to one side...

As for Gu Heng... he naturally leaned against the tatami, enjoying the delicate hands cradling his feet, gently wiping them with a warm towel...

The shoe changing process lasted over three minutes...

Besides wiping his feet with a warm towel, they also massaged his ankles, sprayed some unknown perfume, changed into new socks, and finally placed his feet into the prepared slippers...

Seeing Gu Heng's look of enjoyment, Haibin and Song Hua, who had already changed their own shoes, looked on enviously, then inwardly complained about their own lack of nerve, regretting missing out on such pleasurable service...

"Mr. Gu, are you planning to rest a bit, or go directly into the clubhouse?"

"Let's just go in."

Having stood up, Gu Heng stretched lazily and responded in a languid tone.

Having just entered and experienced such bizarre "kneeling service," Gu Heng became somewhat interested in this private club...

"This way please, gentlemen."

Passing through the transitional hall, they entered the formal clubhouse lobby.

For the first time, Gu Heng saw people other than the clubhouse staff—several middle-aged men dressed in pajama-like loose clothing, sitting on the lobby sofas, holding red wine, and conversing softly.

"Manager Li, does your clubhouse have very few members?"

"Certainly not, our clubhouse is ranked number one in the Southern China Region, with over ten thousand active members."

"Then why do I feel like apart from my friends and me, there are hardly any people here?"

Taken aback, Changrui laughed and explained, "The reason you see fewer members being received is because our clubhouse is quite large, totaling 35,000 square meters in usable area. The members we receive tend to be spread out in different areas."

"However, relative to our member base, we do indeed serve a relatively small number of guests each day, usually between 100 to 200."