The darkest night shrouded the starry sky, with the haze of alcohol clouding over the intoxicating city of Yuan...

Within the high-end nightclub, the sounds of flutes and strings filled the air. The scent of alcohol and pheromones permeated the wailing of decadence and debauchery.

A woman sat atop a high stool, her attractive legs crossed elegantly. Before her, a chilled glass of a Blue Lady cocktail vibrated slightly to the rhythm of the music.

With her slender fingers clasping a cigarette, she traced a graceful arc and eventually brought it up to her lips.

Take a soft puff, exhale a wisp of white smoke which framed those bewitching eyes, captivating all who dared to look.

“Tang Tang, it’s your turn!”

As the sound of heavy metal music amplified, it brought in the climax of the party. The queen of the night would conquer all the men present with her seductive moves.

Cheers, screams, wanton laughter, lecherous chuckles filled Tang Rou’s ears, but her beautiful liquid eyes didn’t ripple with any emotions.

Tang Rou slowly rose, shedding her long robe, revealing her breathtaking figure. Ignoring the lewd gazes around, she kept her cool exterior, gracefully leaping onto the stage.

Her delicate and attractive figure, coupled with seductively despairing gaze. Throwing back her hair, grasping the pole with both hands, right leg wrapped around the pole as she spun down, her enthralling and wild dance moves drew the attention of all the parched eyes there even more...

In the corner, a man sipped silently on a glass of red wine. His mysterious eyes coolly observing the woman driving everyone crazy on the stage, his thin lips curled up slightly.

“Who is she?” His light and raspy voice was so sexy it made the women want to scream.

“Mr. Song, really? You do not know her?” Rong'Er smirked with mock indignation, “It seems like it has indeed been quite a while since your last visit.”

“Is that so?” The man’s voice was nonchalant, as if he were whispering, his bewitching eyes once again turned to the stage.

"She's the queen of our night party, Tang Tang." Rong'Er introduced with a hint of resentment. "She's been quite high and mighty since she arrived not long ago."

"Have her come over a bit later," he requested offhandedly, which caused Rong'er to stiffen up with indignation visible all over her face. However, seeing the man's stern expression, she swallowed her resentment.

"Understood," she responded in a dispirited manner, standing up and walking out.

The dance music ceased, and the queen of the night’s performance had ended, but the surrounding bedlam continued unabated. Countless pairs of blazing eyes were still fixated on her, seemingly ready to consume her.

The manager approached the man with Tang Rou. Buckling at his knees, he showed the highest respect.

"President Song, Miss Tang is here," he said.

Tang Rou's beautiful form was shrouded in chill. She stood by his side with an aloof aura, staying silent. Her gaze was fixed on the man in front of her, who was languishing in his accomplishments and victories. Her heart felt numb without a single ripple of emotion.

She rarely accompanied clients. Only when there was an esteemed guest that she could not refuse would the manager forcibly bring her over.

The man in front of her, although the dim light made it hard to see his face, she could still feel his authority and imposing aura.

"Pour the wine.”

His voice, frigid but filled with magnetism, was hoarse and soul-seizing.

Tang Rou’s heart missed a beat, feeling this voice somewhat familiar, although unable to remember who it belonged to at the moment.

She sauntered up, picked up the bottle of wine, and filled his glass with a certain dignity.

"Sir, please," Tang Rou addressed him softly and courteously.

The man's calm and frigid voice nonchalantly provoked, "To enjoy the fortune of Miss Tang pouring wine for me, I'm truly overwhelmed."

Tang Rou's expression hardened, her heart trembling slightly. Capitalizing on a streak of passing white light, she looked over.

It was him—Song Lincheng.

Her heart twisted cruelly, and her enchanting eyebrows knit slightly.

Unexpectedly, she and he, could meet again, and moreover, here...

Song Lincheng, the founder of the Song family's business empire, ruthless and power overwhelming. He was no longer the poor boy she could casually despise.

Seeing her lose herself, Song Lincheng spoke in a scornful tone, his voice indifferent as if a light wind, "A few years gone by, and Miss Tang is still stunning, a beauty that could topple cities."

His gaze was cold and filled with disdain.

Her figure, draped in a bright red strapless dress, hugs her curves tightly. Her smooth waist, delicate yet sensual, and red pants envelope her round arms, her slim straight legs exuding an alluring fascination.

The corners of Song Lincheng's lips rose in amusement, revealing his ridicule towards her.

Tang Rou, long used to numbness, couldn't withstand his torment.

Her always stubborn and cold face now filled with a palette of humiliation.

Tang Rou laughed at herself, surprised to find, she still had some dignity.

"President Song, you flatter me. As long as you're happy, I'm willing to entertain."

Dignity was something that couldn't be eaten. She had thrown it into the mire long ago. It was laughable that it was now causing her emotional distress.

Hearing her response, Song Lincheng remained silent for a while. His eyes, like those of a night hawk, were bright and intense as if they wanted to see through her.

Caught off guard, Tang Rou was drawn into a firm chest, and a wave of warmth hit her squarely in the face.

Cold lips forcefully suppressed her breath and an endless wave of humiliation swept over her. Tang Rou clenched her fists, refusing to shed a single tear.

Song Lincheng sucked deeply, his large hand presumptuously groping her body. His outrageous actions were aimed at humiliating the woman who once looked down on him.

However, the woman in his arms was as cold and stiff as a shell, not a bit of warmth radiating from her. Song Lincheng was reluctantly forced to stop, looking at her...

Tang Rou calmly stood up and straightened her appearance before saying slowly, "President Song, do you need me to continue accompanying you?"

Her crimson lips were full of self-mockery, but she still gritted her teeth and spoke these debasing words.

Song Lincheng's cold gaze suddenly erupted with vicious light, his tone tight, "Tang Rou, do you have to be this cheap?"

Tang Rou laughed lightly, her eyes misty as if she lost her soul. "President Song, there's no need to insult me like this. Even if I'm just a dancer, in the end, I still make a living with my own hands."

In front of him, Tang Rou picked up her last bit of pride.

Song Lincheng rose to his feet, staring at her with deep cold eyes. His hand reached into his bag pulling out a wad of hundred-dollar bills, held between his index and middle fingers. Arriving in front of her, he sneered contemptuously and tucked it into her blouse.

The insulting gaze in his eyes was filled with mockery.

Tang Rou's icy fist clenched involuntarily. But in the end, she still smiled faintly, extracting the money from her clothes, and said slowly, "Thank you for the tip, President Song."

Song Lincheng's eyes turned sharp, and his facial expression slightly changed, "I didn't expect you to stoop so low."

Tang Rou's eyes were scattered, laughing carelessly, nonchalantly saying, "Just trying to survive."

"Very good." Song Lincheng was even angrier, his large hand suddenly gripping her neck, and humiliating her further, "Since Miss Tang is willing to sell anything for money, why not become my woman?"