The moon was hazy, making the deep night exceptionally enchanting.
A gentle breeze of midsummer brushed past, lifting strands of hair and caressing the cheeks softly, tenderly, and alluringly.
Xia Wanfu asked the taxi to stop at the entrance of the Encounter Bar. Stepping out, she clutched her phone, her heart filled with hesitation and conflict.
Upon learning that Xia Wantang had managed to climb into bed with Ling Yuchen, she was unwilling to accept such a fate for herself.
If she were to encounter Xia Wantang in the future, wouldn't she be utterly trampled underfoot by her?
Anyone else could, but Xia Wantang absolutely could not.
This was because Xia Wantang was adopted by her parents and had been stepped on by her since childhood.
She could not accept that someone she viewed as trash, as a nobody she could trample on at will, would suddenly ascend to the heavens and become a phoenix.
But no matter how unwilling, she did not want to become a slut that anyone could sleep with.
Therefore, she only wanted to be with Jiang Zexi.
She genuinely liked him, liked the way his hazy, drunk eyes looked at her with tenderness, protected her, nibbled her earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
He was the first man she had ever liked.
If she could spend one night with him, and also obtain what she desired, it wouldn't be entirely unacceptable.
In the end, Xia Wanfu could not resist the temptation, neither of the person nor of the benefit.
She took a deep breath and dialed Wu Jiajia's number.
The phone rang for a long time with no answer, but moments later, Wu Jiajia emerged from the Encounter Bar.
She had exaggerated, voluminous waves in her hair, fiery red lips, and wore a tight, very short skirt that accentuated her curvaceous figure.
She was alluring and captivating, her every move a siren's call.
Wu Jiajia looked around and quickly spotted Xia Wanfu.
She frowned slightly and walked over quickly, saying irritably, "Why are you here again? This isn't a place you should be."
Xia Wanfu chuckled softly, "If you can come, why can't I?"
"I'm already in the mud. Whether I get more dirt on me or less, I'm still unclean. But you are different."
Wu Jiajia's words floated lightly, carried away by the wind as she spoke. Her expression was indifferent, as if discussing a mundane matter.
"Jiajia, it's not too late to turn back. I know you don't like this."
No one liked this, no one liked to be slept with by so many unwanted men.
Wu Jiajia felt a moment of dizziness, and the words of her half-sister suddenly echoed in her ears.
She had said: Her bones were like this, inherently slutty, incapable of living without men.
She forced a smile, though a hint of tears welled up in her eyes.
"I didn't explain clearly last time, you don't blame me?"
Xia Wantang shook her head, her tone calm, "I was the one who asked for your help."
Wu Jiajia's expression suddenly relaxed considerably. With an air of nonchalance, she said, "You should go. Don't come back."
"Help me!"
Xia Wanfu was determined not to leave. Her mind was completely consumed by Jiang Zexi.
Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she nodded slightly, "I like Young Master Jiang."
"You're being foolish," Wu Jiajia's brows furrowed as she advised, "Young Master Jiang appears gentle and affectionate, but he is the most heartless. Don't dream. Even if you sleep with him, it won't leave any mark on his heart.
Even if you got pregnant, he wouldn't want the child. It wasn't because you were special last time, but because Young Master Jiang never takes virgins, and never drags people into trouble."
She had only learned the reason for this later.
Xia Wanfu still refused to give up, pretending to be relaxed, "I know. But as long as I can spend one night with him, I'll be content. Besides, my family went bankrupt, I have nothing. I don't want to live like this."
Wu Jiajia was confused, "But your family has already declared bankruptcy, and all the compensation has been paid. Even if you sleep with Young Master Jiang, it won't change anything now."
"I want to be famous," Xia Wanfu said, her tone growing calmer. "Jiaxing Entertainment is an entertainment company under Young Master Jiang. I want an opportunity."
There were too many graduates from art academies, too many beautiful people. Starting from the bottom would be too difficult, so she chose a shortcut.
Those who succeeded on this path, the glamorous ones, were almost all not clean.
Either they had strong backgrounds, or extraordinary perseverance, otherwise, they would basically be drowned out.
Wu Jiajia looked at her, asking again and again, "Are you sure?"
Xia Wanfu nodded heavily, her eyes filled with determination.
With a sigh, Wu Jiajia said helplessly, "Alright then. But Young Master Jiang won't accept you, unless..."
Xia Wanfu's expression shifted, and she shook her head, "I only want Young Master Jiang."
"Then there's only..." Wu Jiajia trailed off, unable to think of a better solution.
Xia Wanfu immediately understood her meaning, her heart beating erratically, her face burning.
They looked at each other. Wu Jiajia's expression remained unchanged, as she had seen it all before.
"If you're sure, I'll help you get Young Master Jiang into a private room at the bar."
Tonight, the entire Encounter Bar was booked.
There was only revelry and uninhibited pleasure.
Amidst the deafening blast of music, Wu Jiajia weaved through, fending off the women around Young Master Jiang, and then sat down.
Having frequented this place for so long, she had gained some standing.
Jiang Zexi was in a bad mood tonight and had drunk a lot.
His face was slightly flushed, his eyes hazy and soft, a playful smile on his lips, capturing many hearts.
Wu Jiajia leaned close to his ear and said, "Young Master Jiang, you're drunk. The private room is ready. Shall I give you a massage?"
Hanging around here, you couldn't get by without a skill.
She had practiced a superb massage technique, which was exceptionally popular.
She had specifically studied under an old Chinese medicine practitioner, focusing on acupoints, techniques, and pressure.
To relieve fatigue, clear meridians, and promote blood circulation.
Jiang Zexi narrowed his eyes slightly, lifted Wu Jiajia's chin, and kissed her lips, her neck, and finally whispered into her ear.
"Alright, let's go."
Wu Jiajia's heart was like still water. Such intimacy was commonplace to her.
As for Jiang Zexi, it wasn't that she hadn't been moved, but he seemed to have no heart. You could never truly get close to him.
Even when doing those things, his eyes were never on you. You were just a tool.
Supporting Jiang Zexi as they walked upstairs, he appeared drunk but not entirely so, his steps still steady.
His gaze was soft, yet tinged with desire.
In the private room, Xia Wanfu's hands were sweating with nervousness, and she fidgeted restlessly, a mix of anticipation and fear churning within her.
Arriving at the door of the private room, Wu Jiajia smiled and said, "You go in first. I'll go get some massage oil."
Jiang Zexi didn't suspect anything. He nodded gently and stepped inside.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa. Upon seeing him enter, the woman immediately stood up and stepped forward.
As she approached and he clearly saw her face, Jiang Zexi raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression remaining as usual.
"You're here again? Hmm."
His deep, magnetic voice sounded by her ear, like a small brush gently stroking the strings of her heart.
Xia Wanfu bit her lower lip and stated directly, "I want to become a signed artist with Jiaxing Entertainment."