It's truly not directed at you alone; my words are meant for everyone present.

Once again, it came down to the same principle: professionals versus amateurs. These young women were nurses—no matter how playful or materialistic they might be, they were still nurses, not professionals in the business of selling themselves. What they sought was fun, not self-worth measured in cash. If one were to compare, a girl with their education, looks, and figure working as a hostess would charge at least three to five thousand as a starting price.

On the other hand, from the nurses’ perspective, it was a rare thing indeed to meet a man willing to spend several thousand, even close to ten thousand, just to have fun without any expectation of going to bed together.

So, wanting to help the big spender save money, the girls quietly reminded each other to drink less and definitely not to order more rounds. Yet it was Bai Haonan who truly embodied the spirit of a nightlife prince—ordering drinks, platters, and snacks in one smooth motion, making sure all the girls’ little needs were met. He even noticed that one of them hadn’t drunk any iced water during dinner and had someone bring over a hot towel for her. Unlike the grand entrance, surrounded by the seven girls, after he had ordered and paid for everything, he simply sat at the edge of the booth, gazing absentmindedly at the already lively scene outside.

The booths in these nightclubs were usually U-shaped. Bai Haonan sat at the head of the U, backlit so the girls saw him in silhouette, and a sense of loneliness seemed to emanate from him.

So, instead of Bai Haonan taking the lead in livening up the mood, the girls began drawing him into the festivities. Laughter and shrieks rang out, making those at neighboring booths and even in the main hall look over enviously. When the much-advertised foam party began and the atmosphere grew even wilder, the girls joined in with abandon.

But to Bai Haonan, a veteran of such scenes, it was nothing more than a bunch of soap bubbles and water fights—a contrived excuse for men and women to get physically close. It was all fake, a pretense for getting someone into bed. Why go to such lengths? He was already certain he could have at least one of the girls, maybe even two if he tried, so he found the whole affair rather dull. After sending the girls off to play in the foam, he sat in the corner, lost in thought.

His demeanor baffled the pretty nurses. They knew all too well what men usually wanted—some had come together precisely to look out for each other. But this fool spent lavishly, showed no sign of groping or impatience, made no attempt to get them drunk and take advantage, paid what needed to be paid, and now just sat there in a daze instead of joining in the fun for a cheap thrill. The only girl who hadn’t left the booth quietly draped a hot towel around his neck. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” she said.

The noisy, ostentatious scene snapped Bai Haonan out of his reverie, and he turned to smile, “It’s nothing.”

The girl sat beside him, raised her glass, and asked, “So, who do you like? I’ll go ask for you!”

Bai Haonan replied smoothly, “I like all of you, you included…”

She burst out laughing, delicate even in her discomfort, and Bai Haonan offered her a sincere toast. Seeing the two of them chatting alone, the other girls soon returned, and the laughter resumed. But just as the drinking was getting serious, one of the two girls who hadn’t come back suddenly rushed over in a panic. “Xiao Wen’s being harassed!”

Five girls shot to their feet, but Bai Haonan, already sandwiched in the middle, calmly pulled them back down—this, in fact, was the most physical contact he’d had all night. Wearing the calm confidence that most reassures women in this setting, he said, “I’ll go, I’ll go. With all of you being so beautiful, if you all get harassed, I won’t have time to sort it out…”

The girls laughed again. Within five minutes, a commotion could be seen where he’d gone, and the nurses peered over the booth to see Bai Haonan returning heroically, carrying Xiao Wen in one arm. The girl on his arm looked far from traumatized; she was even a bit giddy, waving and twisting her waist toward her friends. The girl who brought the news followed close behind, clinging to Bai Haonan’s belt, glancing back from time to time. The other nurses cheered, snapped photos, and dashed over to greet them, united as if facing a common enemy. “How is she? What happened?” They fussed over Xiao Wen like forensic scientists.

Indeed, the university’s forensic medicine program was famous nationwide.

Xiao Wen clung to Bai Haonan, refusing to let go, while the whistleblower kept exclaiming, “You’re amazing, Haoge!”

In truth, Bai Haonan was an expert. Only outsiders believed all the drama in nightclubs was about bravado and fighting for women. For a veteran like him, why bother? If there was trouble, call security—not the police, but the club’s own guards. Especially as a VIP customer, the guards would prioritize his needs. So on the way over, he’d already summoned a server and security. He found the young men groping Xiao Wen under the cover of foam, floored them with a punch each, and when they tried to fight back, security swooped in to drag them away. After all, this was a business establishment—some rules here were even stricter than outside, with even harsher penalties for breaking them. As long as it wasn’t outright bullying, the guards maintained the balance.

Clever as ever, Nan Ge enjoyed the privileges he’d paid for, then carried the shaken Xiao Wen—now clinging to him—back to their booth, where she stayed close to him for the rest of the night.

He suspected she was playing it up, but regardless, she kept drinking and flirting, her drunken glances falling on him, yet Bai Haonan managed to maintain his composure and didn’t take advantage.

Of course, six thousand yuan’s worth of drinks was a lot, and when they learned it couldn’t be stored for next time, the nurses drank with all their might to help finish it.

By the time they left in the early morning, the grand spectacle of one man escorting seven girls was even more impressive than their arrival. Bai Haonan could hardly carry all seven, so the girls staggered out arm in arm, with him holding onto Xiao Wen, looking for all the world like a herdsman with a whip and a flock of calves.

Every man who witnessed the scene silently wished him a lifetime of impotence, while every woman wondered about his prowess.

As for Bai Haonan, he was too lazy to walk back for his car, so he hailed two taxis to send all the girls home. The seven had come together because they all lived in the nurses’ dormitory of the hospital, which was convenient. Downstairs, he didn’t even go up—just got into one of the taxis, drove back to pick up his own little white car, and went home to sleep.

The seven nurses, riding the elevator back to their rooms, exchanged puzzled looks. Was he all show and no substance?

Though tipsy, none of them was truly drunk, and the bold thought crossed more than one mind.

But the next afternoon, Bai Haonan took Xiao Wen—who came looking for him after her shift—right there in his little office. When she emerged, flushed and dazed, he had already gone to the court to meet his team for practice.

Yes, waiting in his office was a test in itself—anyone who came would have been welcome.

After all, the art of seduction was just a matter of knowing when to shift the rhythm.