The Villainess Is Pretending to Be Sweet Again Today (Transmigration) - Chapter 30

Although Long Huaichang was giving her a strange look, Nuo Yang still told her to go home and do her homework first. Long Huaichang was extremely reluctant, but upon hearing they were heading to Punk Night and remembering her feud with Long Ying Jun, she didn’t say anything more.

Watching Long Huaichang turn and walk toward the parking lot, Nuo Yang slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Nuo Yang had dismissed her little follower, Chu Kexin and the others grinned happily. “Now it’s time for the adults,” Chu Kexin teased. “So, Xiao Nuo, what kind of girl are you into tonight?”

Since Cheng Bai had left early due to family matters, no one was around to rein in Chu Kexin. She grabbed Nuo Yang’s hand and pulled her into a taxi, soon arriving at the entrance of Punk Night.

Perhaps because it was a Friday, the club wasn’t as packed as last time. Instead, it seemed oddly empty.

Chu Kexin muttered, “Where is everyone? Shouldn’t Friday be the night to party? Why’s it so dead?”

“Isn’t it better with fewer people?” a colleague chimed in. “I hate those crowded, sweaty scenes. This is much nicer.”

“But it’s more fun when it’s lively.”

“Rumor has it there was a crackdown recently. All the risqué activities got shut down. Without those, people lost interest.”

Nuo Yang couldn’t help but react. “They cracked down here too?”

Everyone: “???”

Nuo Yang quickly backtracked. “Never mind, never mind. Let’s just go in. Standing out here looks kinda dumb.”

After all, they were just here to drink and dance. Whether those other activities were available or not didn’t really matter.

Though it would’ve been nice if they were~

The group of seven or eight headed inside. Nuo Yang scanned the room for a spacious spot, but all the good seats were taken, leaving only cramped corners.

“How about over there? That table’s bigger.”

As a “regular,” Chu Kexin quickly picked a spot and urged, “Let’s grab it before someone else does!”

The others eagerly rushed over, laughing as they hurried to claim the table, leaving Nuo Yang to stroll leisurely behind.

As Nuo Yang ambled along, casually observing the gyrating crowd on the dance floor, she suddenly noticed a few familiar faces approaching.

Nuo Yang wasn’t the type to remember every face, but some people left an impression—not necessarily their looks, but their aura. And these three were unmistakable.

At first, Nuo Yang froze, then her face instantly paled.

That’s right—it was the same group that had hauled her to the police station months ago during a sting operation!!!!

The officers clearly recognized her too. The tall, burly man glanced at Nuo Yang and immediately pegged her as someone with a record.

“Don’t move.”

The officer spoke up. “Haven’t we met somewhere before?”

Nuo Yang trembled. “A-at the police station…”

The officer let out an “Ah,” as if recalling something. “Right, you were the little fish we netted last time, weren’t you?”

Nuo Yang had no idea when she’d become a “fish,” but nodding seemed like the safest bet.

“Here to have fun again?” the police officer said kindly. “You seem like a regular. Do you come here every week?”

Nuo Yang shook her head frantically.

No way, absolutely not, don’t make assumptions!

This was only her second time here—how could she be considered a regular? If anyone was a regular, it would be Chu Kexin!!!

The officer couldn’t read minds, but seeing Nuo Yang’s flustered expression made him chuckle. He leaned in and whispered, “Relax, we’re here on official business. Since you’re a regular, help us out.”

Nuo Yang replied softly, “Can I refuse?”

“Serving the people should be an honor,” the officer said, patting her shoulder. “Just act as you normally would.”

Nuo Yang looked at them, confused.

“Just do your thing—don’t hold back.”

“You can call over some hostesses to keep you company.”

“And maybe ask if there are any more… stimulating entertainment options, like group interactive livestreams or something.”

Nuo Yang slapped her thigh. “Got it, officer!”

The officer grinned. “Smart kid. Alright, take us to your table.”

When Chu Kexin saw Nuo Yang return with three upright-looking companions, she asked in confusion, “Nuo, who are these…?”

“We’re her friends,” the officer said. “Ran into her by chance. Mind if we join?”

Chu Kexin blinked. Weren’t nightclubs usually for mixed groups? These three men looked like they were here for work—was this really a coincidence?

Seeing Chu Kexin’s skepticism, Nuo Yang quickly added, “They really are friends! Don’t worry, this round’s on me!”

If she played her cards right, maybe the officers wouldn’t arrest her—that would be perfect!

The others didn’t press further and called a server to order drinks.

As soon as the officers took the menu, the server approached—Nuo Yang had summoned them.

“Get each of these three gentlemen two hostesses.”

The table fell silent.

Unaware, Nuo Yang added, “Make sure they’re pretty and sweet-talkers.”

The officers’ hands trembled slightly as they held the menu. One whispered to his superior, “Boss, this is…”

“Uh, tactical move, tactical move! It’s fine!”

Soon, a few glamorous women arrived.

Watching the heavily made-up girls settle onto the officers’ laps, everyone grew uneasy.

Wasn’t this a bit inappropriate during work hours?

Then again… weren’t they all technically working right now?

Chu Kexin and the others found the whole thing odd but couldn’t pinpoint why. No one went to dance—they just sat around, munching on sunflower seeds and sneaking glances at the officers.

Why were they sweating so much? Were the girls that hot?

The officers were clearly uncomfortable. They were here to work, not to party, and having women draped over them wasn’t ideal. The team leader desperately signaled Nuo Yang—

Too much, too much! We’re here to investigate, not to indulge!

Nuo Yang paused.

Was this not enough?

“Server!” She waved them over again. “Has the rule about dance performances changed here?”

The waiter glanced at the flock of hostesses and the group cracking melon seeds across the table. Though the atmosphere was strange, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong. He could only reply, “Because of a previous investigation, all those services have been canceled. My apologies.”

Nuo Yang asked disappointedly, “No lingerie show either?”

“This…”

“Here’s my black card,” Nuo Yang handed over the card, speaking the most exhilarating words of her life: “Charge 100,000 for champagne—I’m ordering a dance!”

“Whoa!!”

The colleagues who’d been spectating instantly erupted!!!

“Dance! Dance! Dance!”

Chu Kexin grabbed Nuo Yang’s hand excitedly: “President Nuo, I want to see a striptease!”

Nuo Yang waved grandly: “Strip!”

The police officers holding the hostesses broke into cold sweat—was this… was this really part of the strategy???

Soon, champagne began flowing.

The dance floor came alive.

The girls started stripping.

And the police swiftly stormed in.

A textbook case of catching someone red-handed.

When Long Yingjun heard about this, he happened to be in his office above the nightclub, leisurely smoking a cigar in his executive chair—until the manager burst in.

“President Long! President Long!” The manager rushed in frantically. “Someone just spent 100,000 here ordering a striptease!”

Long Yingjun remained unfazed: “Big spender. Treat them well. If they’re not satisfied, send over more girls.”

The manager said, “We might not be able to send girls—but we could send some policemen.”

“Huh?”

Long Yingjun looked at him puzzled: “What do you mean? Don’t you know I’m particularly sensitive to those two words lately? Just hearing them gives me a headache!”

“But—” Before the manager could finish, chaos erupted outside.

Long Yingjun’s eyes widened as he pointed at the door: “What’s going on?”

Manager: “You’d better run. The police somehow got in, spent 100,000 on dances, and baited us into this!”

Long Yingjun’s scalp prickled. He usually only visited the club three days a month at most to distance himself from its operations. He’d left no paper trail—if caught now, he’d have no defense!

As the manager gathered Long Yingjun’s belongings and led him to the emergency exit, Long gritted his teeth: “Who the hell set me up like this???”

Of all times, why now?

The manager said, “No idea. Apparently it was some rich woman.”

While hurrying away, Long racked his brain—when had he ever offended a wealthy lady? He couldn’t recall.

Just as he emerged from the alley, Long heard a sharp “click!” followed by two blinding high beams illuminating him. He instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes…

The sting operation concluded swiftly.

Punk Night was shut down for illegal operations, along with several other establishments.

All followed the same business model—clearly under the same ownership.

Of course, these internal details couldn’t be shared with Nuo Yang’s group. After giving statements, they were all released.

Hearing the club would never reopen, Nuo Yang suddenly felt uneasy.

Had she done something wrong?

Before she could process this, she saw Long Yingjun being dragged in—half-resisting, half-collapsing.

“Run now, let’s see you try to escape this time.” The young officer pressed the person into a chair and said, “Hiding for so long, and you’ve finally been caught, huh?”

The man reached out and lifted Long Yingjun’s chin, puzzled, “Huh, aren’t you that…”

Long Yingjun glared fiercely at the young officer, completely unaware of Nuo Yang standing not far away.

Nuo Yang: “!!!!!”

“Thank you for your cooperation. Thanks to you, we were able to round them all up.” The officer shook hands with Nuo Yang and said, “Though we’re grateful, we won’t be reimbursing you.”

“No problem, no problem,” Nuo Yang ducked his head and hid. “I have a stomachache, I need to go back now. Really sorry.”

“No worries,” the man said warmly with a smile. “Next time you get caught, my colleagues might go easy on you!”

Nuo Yang paused, gritted his teeth, and said, “I promise it won’t happen again, officer!”

She never wanted to step foot in a nightclub again in her life!!!