Compared to the lively chaos downstairs, the atmosphere upstairs was growing increasingly tense. After all, Fang Mai Ba, who had been in an excited state, finally lost his voice and had to give up the microphone. The others, meanwhile, were busy flirting with their companions, so the scene quieted down significantly.
After a while, a grim-faced Chen Jin and a red-eyed Fang Mei returned to the private room, and the mood immediately became cold. Everyone could sense it: the so-called pre-marriage party was merely an attempt by Fang Mei to make one last desperate struggle. Now, looking at the expressions on their faces, it was clear that the outcome was inevitable, and tonight was drawing to a close. Chen Jin sat for a moment before suggesting they leave. With the main figures gone, the rest of them had no reason to hang around, and the night was still young, so they began to leave. The party officially ended.
As they walked down the stairs, the men's eyes were quickly drawn to the seductive dancer on the stage. Suddenly, Yang mumbled beside him, "Hey, that woman looks a bit like your Lin Meimei."
Chen Jin, still irritated by Fang Mei's earlier tirade, froze upon hearing this. He glanced over at the dancer, stunned. Despite feeling like it was impossible, the figure seemed too familiar. The body shape was too recognizable, and the outfit remembered it clearly: Lin Wan had been wearing a white knit sweater with a golden vest underneath when she had sat next to him earlier. He had touched her several times, and that golden shimmer had left a deep impression.
His anger flared up immediately. He pulled out his phone and dialed, suddenly remembering that her bag was still in his hand. He tried calling Chen Xi but got no answer.
Seeing the situation, Yang quickly tried to laugh it off. "Maybe you're mistaken. Didn't she leave with Chen Xi earlier?"
"No, it's definitely her," Chen Jin muttered darkly. He threw the bag at Yang's chest and strode off down the stairs, a dark aura enveloping him.
Yang unwittingly caught the bag, sensing something was off. He quickly followed after him, and the others noticed the change in the atmosphere and began to follow suit.
On stage, Lin Wan had just completed a series of seductive moves, from a powerful squat to a graceful single-handed spin. She wore a gold tank top and tight black jeans, the hem of which was tied up to reveal a small glimpse of her waist. Wearing flat shoes, she appeared less sensual but still exuded a subtle charm with her well-proportioned figure. Her natural beauty, along with the subtle and playful exposure, gave off an aura of temptation. She wasn't overly revealing, yet the curves of her body enticed her with a hidden allure.
Her skin was fairer than most, and her figure was slender. Compared to the exotic dancers earlier, she gave off a sense of purity. And sometimes, it was that purity—more than seductive glamour—that provoked desire in others.
Her connection to pole dancing began with Milan, who had worked part-time as a fitness coach during college. Milan had given Lin Wan and her friend, Si Si, discounted gym memberships. Young women, eager to stay slim and curious about new things, tried out belly dancing and pole dancing. It was meant to be a fitness activity, never something they performed for an audience. But today, feeling defiant, she threw caution to the wind and took the stage.
The audience below was filled with whistles, and roses were thrown onto the stage. Phones were raised, capturing every moment. Lin Wan, however, remained calm, completely immersed in her world. She wasn't doing this for attention, but to release her emotions. She had been craving an outlet, and despite how extreme and risky this might seem, she had gone ahead with it. She had already done so many things that should not have been done, so what was one more?
During a brief pause in her routine, Lin Wan noticed a familiar face among the crowd. Although the area was crowded, she easily recognized him. She stared at him from a distance, seeing his angry expression. She couldn't help but smile. Her old habits were taking over again. Despite Chen Jin's repeated warnings, she couldn't stop herself from provoking him. It seemed like challenging his limits had become her goal. He found pleasure in watching her suffer, so she derived satisfaction from enraging him and watching him lose control.
Suddenly, a stream of water shot down from above, a part of the performance designed to stimulate the senses. Lin Wan swayed her waist and tilted her head back as the water hit her face and body. The spray trickled down her cheeks, neck, and chest, soaking her clothes, making them cling tightly to her skin. Her short hair became drenched, and she instinctively shook her head, sending water droplets flying. She winked playfully at the audience below and smiled innocently, like a naive schoolgirl.
The audience went wild. The men were thrilled, practically eager to rush onto the stage and grab this innocent yet seductive beauty, to take her in their arms and ravish her.
When Chen Jin arrived on the stage, he saw this scene and was immediately filled with rage. Was this really the Lin Wan he knew? The cold, distant woman who had worn a white dress and looked pure like a jasmine flower? The air was filled with vulgar comments, and Chen Jin saw countless phones flashing, capturing the moment. His woman was up there, teasing and flaunting herself, making men openly fantasize about her and record it for later. He was furious, his blood boiling.
Meanwhile, Yang and the others, who had caught up from behind, were also stunned. Was this really Lin Wan? Had she been possessed by a fox spirit? While men generally didn't flirt with their friends' women, the scene in front of them was enough to make anyone's mind wander. Yang quickly realized that the man walking beside them, his friend, was probably about to lose his temper.
Unlike the men, the women, especially Fang Mei, chose to feel jealous. She coldly watched the performance, thinking, "Chen Jin, look. This is your woman. Your taste."
"Get down." Chen Jin's voice rang out, firm and commanding, cutting through the noisy environment. He stood at the bottom of the stage, only a few meters away from Lin Wan, who was lost in her performance. Lin Wan glanced at him indifferently, as if she didn't recognize him, and continued with a provocative move, bringing her face close to the pole, licking it from the bottom to the top. Her chest brushed against the pole intentionally.
"Mr. Chen, I'll have someone bring her down," the manager said, with several security guards by his side. They had been watching the situation on the monitors. Initially, they were impressed with the performance, thinking they might offer her a contract. But soon, they realized something was off. The young heirs were rushing toward the stage. They quickly decided to intervene before things escalated.
"No need," Chen Jin replied coldly. Years of experience allowed him to control his emotions quickly. Otherwise, he would have already lost control and killed her. His anger was so intense that he could have strangled her a hundred times and still not feel satisfied. Regaining his composure, he quickly made his way up the stairs to the stage.
Lin Wan continued her performance, unfazed. When she saw Chen Jin approach, she didn't panic. Instead, she blew a flirtatious kiss toward Yang and the others behind him, then smiled at Chen Jin, her eyes filled with challenge.
Chen Jin's temper exploded. He stormed toward her, his forehead vein bulging, his lips tightly pressed, his eyes full of murderous rage.
Lin Wan recognized the expression. Her body shivered from the cold water, and she finally felt a sense of clarity. This drama was about to reach its conclusion, but for now, the decision was no longer in her hands. She glanced at Chen Jin's clenched fists, and to avoid becoming a casualty of his fury, she decided to strike first.