As the streetlights began to glow, the city of Yucheng was awash in the warmth of lanterns and peopled nightlife just about to commence.

Mesmerizing Bar, Nan Sheng stood holding a few bottles of red wine, paused at the entrance of private room 305. Adorned in her service uniform, a glimpse of helplessness flickered in her eyes. However, she had no choice but to do this, particularly since Fu Beihan would be present tonight...

With a deep breath, she steadied her emotions and nervously knocked on the door of private room 305.

Immediately, all the eyes within the room fell on Nan Sheng.

Scanning the room, she did not see Fu Beihan, some disappointment coloring her eyes.

She had probed earlier; Fu Beihan would be negotiating business with Boss Zhao at the Mesmerizing Bar tonight. The latter was present, but Fu Beihan was nowhere to be seen - could he not have arrived yet?

Caught in her thoughts, the greasy-faced Boss Zhao in the middle of the seats waved at her, "Waitress, you're slow with the wine, what are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly!"

At Boss Zhao's comment, a lewd-eyed man nearby scanned Nan Sheng and chuckled, "Boss Zhao, this chick's really something, huh? You're in for a treat tonight!"

Although there were already a few 'princesses' in the room, their thick makeup couldn't really compare to Nan Sheng's fresh-faced beauty.

Upon closer inspection, Boss Zhao indeed found Nan Sheng very attractive. His gaze became even more unbridled.

The man from earlier, whose intentions were far from good, had already approached Nan Sheng. He yanked her into the private room and planted her right next to Boss Zhao.

"Come on, introduce Boss Zhao to the wine. What's special about them?"

As he spoke, the man tried to grope Nan Sheng's back.

Nan Sheng was utterly embarrassed. She was now squeezed between two men in an already crowded seat, with the addition of her, it became a real squeeze.

Boss Zhao, with interest in his eyes, extended his greasy hand and placed it directly on Nan Sheng's leg.

Nan Sheng was startled and nearly dropped the tray full of wine in her hand. Hurriedly, she stood up and carefully placed the bottle of red wine on the table, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, let me introduce you to the red wine first!"

She placed the tray on the table, uncorked the bottle with practiced ease, picked up a wine glass, and poured a glass of red wine.

This was her job and she was diligent about it. However, her earnest demeanor utterly captivated President Zhao.

Her upper body was slightly bent forward, accentuating her silhouette, and something in President Zhao stirred. Suddenly, he grabbed Nan Sheng's hand and pulled her into his arms.

Nan Sheng was taken completely off guard and wound up with the red wine spilled all over her. Her white blouse was soaked through, revealing the undergarment underneath.

President Zhao's eyes smoldered with heat while his hand roamed freely over Nan Sheng's back.

"Miss, standing while introducing is such a bore," he said with a grin. "Isn't it much better to hold you like this?"

He brought his face close to Nan Sheng's neck, taking a deep sniff.

Nan Sheng struggled, her face full of anger, "I am not a lady, please let me go!"

Even though she was a waitress in a bar, she was not a plaything.

President Zhao ignored her protests, and their tussling caused Nan Sheng's clothes to become disheveled.

She was all at once anxious and angry, and seeing the amused spectators around, her heart plummeted further.

"Bam!"

The door was flung open, and everyone in the room turned to look.

Nan Sheng was no exception. When she saw the tall man standing in the doorway, dusted with travel, her body trembled.

Fu Beihan...

Three years had passed, yet he was still as noble and handsome as ever, the ideal man in every woman's heart.

Once, he was her ideal man, too.

"Nansheng, I will love you, cherish you for a lifetime, and never let you suffer any grievances."

His words that night were still as clear as if they had just been spoken yesterday.

Nansheng's gaze was somewhat hazy as she foolishly stared at the man in front of her.

His gaze was like a sharp blade, coolly sweeping across her face, piercing through her memories. Nansheng's fingertips dug deeply into the palm of her hand, hiding her heart full of sadness.

Fu Beihan's magnetic voice floated over, "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for being late due to the traffic, please forgive me."

"Oh, Fu, don't be so formal, we're bros, sit down, sit down!"

Although Mr. Zhao was talking, he didn't stand up, still holding Nansheng tightly.

Fu Beihan pursed his lips and went into the box. The man next to Mr. Zhao immediately stood up and gave his seat to Fu Beihan.

Nansheng kept her head down, dared not to look at Fu Beihan. She knew, Fu Beihan must have seen her now.

She didn't even know what to do.

Three years had passed, and this was her first encounter with Fu Beihan, yet it was in such an awkward situation.

When Fu Beihan sat down next to Mr. Zhao, she found it hard to breathe.

She moved slightly, trying to stand up, but Mr. Zhao held her even tighter, casting a lecherous glance at Fu Beihan, "Fu, they say that every beautiful woman comes from Yucheng, I see it now. Even this bar can produce such elegant beauties."

As Mr. Zhao spoke, his greasy hand grabbed Nansheng's thigh.

Nansheng was about to jump up in panic, but heard Fu Beihan's mocking voice, "Mr. Zhao may not know, the more elegant the appearance, the more dirty and ugly the heart is. You must not be deceived by appearances."