City A, early autumn.
The night's deep hues!
The air after the rain was mixed with strands of coolness. Scarce pedestrians hurried along the road, making the entire street seem desolate and bleak.
Yet, within the alluring Charm Bar, another scene unfolded. The stage singer was passionate, the lights were dazzling, and the blasting music mixed with the clink of glasses. The crowded dance floor was full of dancing men and women.
When the dance music ended, the music suddenly slowed, and the lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight on the stage. The dancing patrons from earlier reluctantly returned to their seats. Wen Jing perched on the barstool, her thin lips softly opening to the rhythm of the music, appearing even more charming under the lights.
The song ended, and Wen Jing stood up habitually adjusting her mini skirt. Her beautiful eyebrows were filled with discomfort.
After leaving the stage, she headed straight to the dressing room, eager to change out of her revealing outfit. Even after working here for so long, she was still not used to such exposure.
Yet, when she walked to the corner, a handsome face she did not want to see caught her eye, and Wen Jing froze on the spot.
Standing in front of her was a man and a woman. The man was Song Yang, her boyfriend of four years. The well-maintained middle-aged woman next to him was his mother.
"Song Yang, do you see now? This is the woman you always claim to be obedient. I told you she wasn't so simple, but you wouldn't listen!" Madam Song stared at Wen Jing, with utter distaste written all over her face. From the beginning, she had had many objections to Wen Jing.
"Song Yang, I..."
Wen Jing opened her crimson lips, but she couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
Song Yang's eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "Let's break up!"
After saying this, he walked towards the door without looking back.
Wen Jing started to panic and hurriedly followed him outside.
"Song Yang, listen to me," Wen Jing chased him out the door, managing to catch onto the hem of Song Yang's clothes, "I'm just singing here. It's not as bad as you think..."
In the next moment, she was pushed to the ground by a sudden force. It had just rained, and she was unprepared, falling onto her knees in a puddle.
Rain splattered, wetting her clothes. The fabric clung to her, outlining her graceful figure.
"Singing? Do you need to dress up like this for singing? But then again, you're no different than those princess types, just trying to seduce men! No wonder you're always so generous, giving the best gifts to Song Yang. So this is how you earn all that, truly disgusting!"
The sharp remarks of Lady Song was full of scorn.
Wen Jing stared at Song Yang, her eyes shimmering with disbelief. She couldn't believe he could be so cruel!
But Song Yang's next words thrust her into despair: "Wen Jing, you know, my family is very strict. We simply cannot allow someone like you into our home!"
"Oh, someone like me..."
Wen Jing gave a hollow laugh, a sneer tugging her lips, struggling to hold back the tears in her eyes.
When she was about to push herself up from the ground, there came a languid male voice from not far: "Family discipline? I don't see it!" The voice, like a cello playing, was deep and elegant.
With some sense of bewilderment, Wen Jing looked up. What first caught her eyes was a pair of meticulously polished high-end custom leather shoes. Following that, a finely sculpted face seeped into Wen Jing's line of sight. If the humans truly were creations of the goddess Nüwa, then this must be the one she was most proud of.