"Ruyi, stop drinking. He's not worth it," said a woman with concern as she snatched the bottle of alcohol away from Jiang Ruyi's grip.

"Jingjing, give me back my drink. I'm feeling good today. It's time for me to get drunk," said Jiang Ruyi with a crazed laugh as she tried to take the bottle from her best friend, Yao Jingjing.

As colorful lights swept across them, it highlighted Ruyi's hazed and red phoenix eyes under her black-framed glasses.

"Ruyi, I know you're hurting, but you shouldn't punish yourself like this," Yao Jingjing said, clutching the bottle closely to her chest, refusing to let go.

If she let Ruyi carry on drinking, she would pass out tonight.

The usually soft and gentle Yao Jingjing, who usually resembled a small kitten, displayed an unseen force in front of the taller Jiang Ruyi.

Jiang Ruyi seemed to strain trying to take back the bottle.

"Why does everyone assume I'm upset?" she slurred suddenly.

"Jingjing, you don't understand. The thought of no longer having any relation to that man makes me want to dance," Jiang Ruyi exclaimed.

For a moment, she stood dazed after her outburst.

Then, she let out a giggly laugh, "That's right, if you won't let me drink, then I'll go dance."

Jiang Ruyi said, pushing herself up with both hands, swaying as she rose.

With both hands, she clutched the hem of her oversized black hoodie, pulling the sweater over her head in one swift move.

She tossed it onto the dumbfounded Yao Jing.

Even as her dark-framed glasses flew off and her black hair tie fell out, she remained oblivious.

She stumbled through the crowd, making her way onto the stage.

This was the Nightclub.

The most luxurious and renowned den of hedonism in S city.

On the circular stage at the center.

Under the bright spotlight, stood a woman of captivating curves.

Her voluminous black hair, reaching her waist, cascading in disorder, obscured most of her face, only revealing her plump lips and a round, petite chin.

She was dressed in a silver sports bra and tight, black jeans, her slender waist revealed.

She was performing a pole dance.

Her moves were enchanting and seductive, passionate and flamboyant... Under the lights, the woman’s skin glowed with a brightness that appeared luminescent.

She bewitched countless men in the nightclub.

Paired with heart-stirring, explosive music, and intoxicating lights, the atmosphere in the entire nightclub was just about to explode.

The men at the stage's edge, going insane with movement, greedily stretch out their hands, trying to touch the dancing nymph on stage.

Yao Jing was almost frightened to death.

By the time she, flustered, had torn off her hoodie from her head.

Jiang Ruyi had already climbed onto the stage and started wildly spinning and jumping.

Yao Jing finally managed to squeeze to the edge of the stage, attempting to climb up and pull down this drunken woman, Jiang Ruyi.

However, with her petite figure, which is several centimeters shy of 160 cm.

That stage - she couldn't climb onto it either way.

Additionally, she was groped several times by the two disgusting men taking advantage of the situation behind her.

Ah!

In her anger, Yao Jing almost wanted to directly throw her hoodie at Jiang Ruyi's head.

At this moment, she felt immense regret.

Why was she so soft-hearted to have asked the taxi driver to pull over, and brought Jiang Ruyi inside.

She thought Jiang Ruyi just wanted to vent.

Who expected that she would become so uncontrollably wild.

"Jiang Ruyi, snap out of it, come down right now!"

Yao Jing let out a loud scream.

But her low shriek was quickly swallowed by the even louder music in the nightclub.

The DJ rarely encountered a female guest who could dance such a seductive pole dance.

His movements seemed to follow Jiang Ruyi's dance, becoming more and more wild.

At this moment, on the other side of the stage.

A woman with alluringly curled hair, eyes wide open, stared in disbelief at the woman in the center of the stage.

She covered her mouth, mumbling to herself, "Oh my, isn't this Zhao's fiancée?"

She had just seen her in person during the day.

Oh, she's not anymore.

Today, in the bridal shop, in front of all Zhao Xifan’s childhood friends, she had slapped Zhao Xifan's face.

And publicly announced their break-up, the wedding was cancelled.

In future, she and Zhao Xifan would go their separate ways, with no more involvement with each other, and she left nonchalantly.

It was enough to drop the jaw of everyone in the room.

She clearly remembers how Zhao Xifan was so angry he hopped at that time.

The curly-haired woman took out her phone and deftly dialed a number.

Upon picking up the phone call, she cupped her hand over the microphone and yelled out loudly,

"Hello, Qianqian... It's me, Annie... You know who I spotted at YeSe

Night Color

right?"

"It's that woman Zhao Shao

Young Master Zhao

just broke off his engagement with today."

"What, you're nearby...You're coming over?"

"Oh, alright, I'll wait for you here, Table 84."

"Hmm, okay, don't worry...I'll keep an eye on her..."

Less than two minutes later, Song Qianqian pushed through the crowd into the club.

Originally, she was in a good mood tonight, having plans to hang out with two young gentlemen she was well-acquainted with.

It happened that she was just outside YeSe, when she received Annie's call.

Song Qianqian watched with a mocking gaze the woman who was fervently dancing at the center stage.

Surprisingly, the woman had such a good figure.

She couldn't understand how this woman always wrapped herself so tightly, and always looked so drab and plain in normal days.

But here she was, letting herself loose in private, didn't she?

Looking at her enchanting dance moves, she appeared nothing like how Zhao Xifan has described - simple-minded, conservative, boring...Just a well-behaved girl who knows nothing about charm...

If this woman would be willing to give Zhao Xifan a little bit of sweetness, she, Song Qianqian, wouldn't have had the opportunity to get into Zhao Xifan's bed.

Then, she ruined Zhao Xifan's wedding.

Yes.

The photos sent to Jiang Ruyi's phone this morning were all her doing.

But Song Qianqian didn't expect this woman to be so intense. She exploded on the spot, leaving no room for negotiation.

Everything went so smoothly.

Song Qianqian proudly lit a slender ladies' cigarette, elegantly resting it between her lips.

Looking at the woman on the stage, she's wondering, should she make it worse... and completely cut off any way back for her and Zhao Xifan?

Song Qianqian knew that Zhao Xifan’s grandfather, the current head of the Zhao family, was very pleased with this future granddaughter-in-law.

It was said that this woman's birth date was especially auspicious for her future husband.

Wealthy families, they tend to believe in such things.

Song Qianqian didn't want to give Jiang Ruyi any chance to rise from the ashes.

Zhao Xifan was already the best man she could latch onto, she wanted to hold on even tighter.

Song Qianqian stopped a bartender, whispering a few words into his ear.

In the end, she stuffed a wad of money into the bartender's pocket.

The bartender glanced at the stage and gave an understanding smile.

He quickly moved off.