The beautiful woman exudes strong presence—already several guests besides Qin Feng have noticed her, yet none dare approach. He clearly heard the conversation between guests at the neighboring table, who encouraged each other, even one willing to wager money, but still no one stepped forward. The woman appeared relaxed, clearly having consumed a good amount of wine, hovering between alertness and drowsiness, radiating a mature woman’s grace in every subtle gesture. Though her wavy hair partially obscured her full view, Qin Feng could easily judge from her refined features and flawless facial structure that she was a truly outstanding beauty. Her full, well-proportioned bust, slender waist, and straight, elegant legs clad in black mesh stockings all bore witness to the masterful craftsmanship of nature. Qin Feng grew up on the Island of Death, receiving a Western-style education. Unmarred by Confucianism, he was less rigid and reserved compared to his fellow Chinese. He gave a short tap of his finger to the bartender and said, "A Hennessy for the lady across the table." The bartender paused, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded, turned around, retrieved a bottle of red wine from the back, uncorked it, poured it into a highball glass, and carried it toward the lady. Due to the distance, Qin didn't hear the several remarks the bartender made to the lady as he delivered the wine. If the lady accepted the wine, Qin could then confidently approach her and strike up a conversation; if she declined, it would signal that she wasn't receptive, and in that case, there would be no point in him making the effort to approach her with his warm enthusiasm. This was the established practice in high society—since this was a jazz bar, the guests would surely understand the unspoken meaning. The beautiful woman didn't even lift her head. The bartender turned to Qin Feng and shrugged, indicating that she wasn't interested. Qin, the young noble, smiled generously and didn't take it personally—was there any rule that required a beautiful woman to accept a handsome man's approach? As a genuine, well-off, and affluent man, Mo Xigān had long grown tired of these two types of women. Yet his desire to find a truly captivating one remained unchanged—finding someone who truly stirred his heart was no easy task, so he had to enlist a few companions and cast a wide net to search for her. "After all, these are real beauties—look at me!" Mo Xigān declared proudly, giving a nod to the bartender. "Hey, kid, what's the most expensive wine you serve? Royal Challenge or Hennessy? I'd guess your place doesn't have much in the way of fine wines, with so few guests." The bartender's reply left these men stunned. His exact words were: "Our best wine is a 1992 Lafite, priced at 88,000 yuan. Our guest count is low because our business model differs from typical bars—we only cater to high-end clientele." Mo Xigān blushed deeply. "I've got plenty of money. Serve me a bottle of the 1992 Lafite—I'd like to treat this beautiful woman to a drink." "Having said that, he took a step toward the woman, while his several companions stayed put and ordered a bottle of Chivas. Qin Feng watched the unfolding scene, thinking that the man who had brought the Mohi-gan certainly wouldn't make it—so humble he had been in inviting her to drink, yet she hadn't even accepted. And then there you are, a clear-cut spoiled youth like him, making it any wonder. With a mind set solely on watching the show, he slowly lifted his glass and took a sip, and suddenly the taste of the cocktail seemed to improve significantly. The Mohi-gan man, without asking permission, sat down right beside the woman, smiling and saying, "Madam, I'd like to treat you to a drink. This is the finest red wine I've got—1992 Château Lafite." The woman, overwhelmed by his fragrance, looked visibly displeased and replied, "Please step away from me—I don't even know you." Of course, the Mohi-gan man wasn't going to give up that easily. His teammates were watching closely—such a simple defeat would surely be a total loss of face. He deliberately extended the hand wearing his diamond-encrusted watch, placing the car keys on the bar counter, deliberately orienting the side with the bull emblem toward the woman's view, signaling that he had come in a luxury sports car—specifically, a million-dollar Lamborghini. "Hey, beauty," said Mosey, smiling warmly, "first time's the charm—don't let people slip through your fingers; make more friends, and you'll have more paths ahead." Unbeknownst to him, she barely glanced his way. If it were any ordinary materialistic woman, she'd have already been eyeing him with admiration. "I'll say it again," she replied, shifting slightly to the other side and widening the space between them, "please stay away from me—your scent is rather off-putting." Mosey continued to dazzle, pulling out a platinum card from a certain bank. "Girl, come with me—I'll make this card yours! As long as I'm satisfied, one card a month—how about that?" The minimum deposit required for the Platinum Card is 1 million. In his view, that's about all one could expect even to maintain a second-tier celebrity. Though the girl before him possessed a beauty on par with top-tier stars, she was no exception—just an ordinary person. A monthly maintenance fee of 1 million would surely make any woman go wild. He had expected this to be a walk in the park. Yet, the beauty, with a frosty expression, simply uttered one word: "Go!" "What?" Mo Xiguan, convinced he had misheard. The girl repeated firmly: "Go! Go as far as you like—go home and take care of your mother, support your sister. Don't embarrass yourself outside!" Mo Xiguan was left reeling, his pale face turning red as if he were a monkey's back. His hands clutched tightly together, and his body trembled continuously. He exploded: "Well, then, have it your way! Say it again, and see if I don't kill you right here!" Before the beautiful woman could speak, two bartenders approached, their faces dark with displeasure. One of them spoke in a threatening tone: "Sir, please don't cause trouble—don't disrupt the normal order of our establishment. Otherwise, we'll treat you accordingly!" Mossy, initially proud, quickly lost his composure. Six or seven strong security guards came forward, clearly prepared to intervene. He immediately wilted, realizing his guests were no match for the staff, and hurriedly made his retreat. Qin Feng thought: These people at the bar really know how to handle things—willing to offend others to protect their guests. Not easy! As for the businesswoman in a skirt, she seemed completely unaffected, simply gazing at her glass of wine as if nothing had happened.