His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Loud, pulsing beat of music blared inside the club as Lu Zihao sat alone in a private room upstairs overlooking the entire dance floor below. The sounds were muted a lot inside the private room.

His disinterested eyes watched the crowd of gyrating bodies packed together like drowning sardines. All of them, females and males alike, were performing a mating call with their bodies. They were like beasts in heat and rut.

The clink of ice floating in his glass reminded him of the drink he was holding. He swirled it before gulping a mouthful of whiskey. It burned like the sun down his throat to his stomach but his expression never changed. 

He appeared deceptively calm but deep inside, he felt restless. The urge to fight and to unleash his inner violent beast shrieked inside him. And that was what he did earlier today with no success. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you're not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It's very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! -Arria Cross]

After his confrontation with his sister's man, Jin Liwei, his emotions went haywire. The fucking remnant inside him fought fiercely, protested against his treatment of its beloved third brother, and berated him for allowing the disintegration of their precious brotherhood. He suppressed it like he always did, but this time, the remnant felt stronger and messed with his head big time. Dealing with it almost made him go insane.

It took him a long time to subdue the irritating existence inside him but he still managed to do so. The only problem was that its turbulent emotions transferred to him as if they were his own. How fucking annoying! He needed some form of release in order to feel normal again.

As a result, he announced an impromptu special training to his strongest subordinates. The content was simple. Spar with him. He was the boss so they couldn't really say no. The ones who worked for him the longest escaped rather quickly while the newer recruits were all pumped up and excited to test their strength and abilities against their boss. 

Long story short, he beat all of their asses. He beat them so badly that they had to beg him for their lives. These strong, dangerous and deadly individuals were all reduced to begging. It was quite a huge shocker to all of them. Suffice it to say that the new recruits finally realized that their boss was more than they bargained for.

After everyone managed to run away from him, Lu Zihao still didn't feel like he had enough. Violent energy and raging bloodlust continued to boil inside him. Since fighting didn't satisfy him, he thought of slaking his overwhelming, volatile energy through lust instead. He left Dragon Palace and drove by himself to the club.

Sex usually did its job in helping him regain his inner balance by freeing any residual energy that went unreleased during training or battle. He never thought much about it. For him, sex was just a necessary, natural bodily function like eating or urinating. He never formed any close relationships with his bedmates. Yes, he called them bedmates, not lovers.

As the heir—no, as the "former" heir of what was once the biggest criminal organization in the international underworld, it was extremely difficult for him to form close relationships. Trust was always an issue. 

The only person he genuinely trusted in his entire life was his little sister. She was just so pure and untainted despite the dark and bloody life their entire family lived everyday. Even their parents, he never fully trusted them. It was difficult to trust people who regularly thrust him into dangerous, deadly situations for the sake of "training". If he hadn't been strong and sharp-witted enough, he would have died a million times under his own parents' doing. They were brutal, ruthless and merciless, especially Mother, yet their training bore fruit and he grew to be one of the strongest and most brilliant scions in the history of the Vetrovs. 

If they hadn't been annihilated, he was confident that he could've led their organization to greater heights. Unfortunately, they were annihilated and that grand ambition would only now remain as a futile dream.

His thoughts were pulled back to the present when he heard a knock and the door to the private room opened. The club manager greeted him with equally great enthusiasm and caution before introducing three pretty and sexy women. All of them acted subservient to him because he was actually this club's new owner after taking over it a few months ago.

The manager excused himself out of the room and left Lu Zihao with the three women. Lu Zihao roved his eyes on their scantily clad bodies. Two sat beside him, one on each side, refilling his glass with alcohol and attempting to make conversation with him while the other woman started dancing in front of them.

They were all trying their best to seduce him. His body started to react, or more specifically, his groin began hardening but the rest of his body especially his face showed no outward reaction or whatsoever.

Moments later, the women started stripping and doing all sorts of things to entice him. He only watched them while continuing to drink his whiskey. With the amount of alcohol that he had consumed since arriving at the club, he should have been drunk by now. However, that wasn't the case at all. He still looked alert as always, as if what he had been drinking all this time was water and not hard liquor.

He continued watching the women who were all naked now. They danced and touched themselves, trying their hardest to elicit a reaction from him.

Although he was already sporting an impressive erection, he didn't feel the urge to fuck these women. He lost interest the moment they started stripping. Despite this, he still stayed in the hopes that they might still awaken his mood to fuck and slake his lust.

One of the women grew bold enough to reach for his belt. But before her hand could touch his erection under his pants, he caught it.

"Stop," he growled at her.