"Darling," she called sweetly, like a little bird flying towards the man. She opened her arms and embraced him, even wrapping herself around his arm before he had a chance to react. Without waiting for him to speak, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"You fucking..." Chen Jing had barely uttered those words before Lin Wan's tongue blocked his mouth. This was the first time she had ever been this bold, and it was in front of so many people. Perhaps it was because she had danced too energetically earlier, or perhaps she had realized how scared she was, but either way, she had become utterly reckless. When she sensed the man's body still stiffening, showing signs of wanting to break free, she immediately responded by wrapping both arms around his neck, then lifting her legs to entwine his waist, like an octopus, firmly clinging to him.
Chen Jing was stunned. He was beginning to question whether this woman was still Lin Wan. If not for the familiar scent reminding him, he might have thrown her to the ground to thoroughly check before anything else. But he was still furious. This rage was not something that could be calmed by a passionate kiss or provocative body language. And besides, this woman had really gotten addicted to dancing—now she was treating him like a pole to wrap around. Damn it. When Lin Wan finally had to break for air, he pushed her face away and growled, "Lin Wan, you've got some guts."
Lin Wan remained silent, burying her head into his shoulder, breathing heavily.
From the outside, everything seemed "perfect," but the crowd below was far from pleased. They had been living off fantasies, but now someone was getting real with it, and it wasn't fair. The place was already full of all kinds of people—different characters, different temperaments—and all of them were stimulated by alcohol and desire. Under the veil of jealousy, they were no longer hiding their true intentions.
Suddenly, the entire place erupted, the sound of discontent filling the air. People were like that—one or two couldn't stir up much of a storm, but when the crowd grew, so did their courage. Some who were envious or had drunk too much even tried to rush up to the stage. The manager quickly instructed the security guards to maintain order, making sure to safely escort these VIPs out first.
Chen Jing assessed the situation and decided to handle things at home behind closed doors. He slapped Lin Wan on the butt and said, "Let go." Still nervous, she didn't release her grip. He grew impatient. "Are you going to keep this up?"
Only then did she realize what was happening, loosening her grip and climbing off him. But when Chen Jing saw her disheveled clothes, he became even more irritated. After the water and the intimate struggle, they were in a mess. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around her head to cover her face, and then lifted her in his arms.
As they passed by the manager, Chen Jing gritted his teeth and ordered, "Seal the door. Check everyone's phones. Anyone who has taken photos or videos, delete them."
The manager froze for a moment but then nodded repeatedly, agreeing with a nervous "Yes." Inside, he was troubled—many of the people in the crowd were figures they couldn't afford to offend, but this person before him... he definitely couldn't afford to upset him. Today was truly unlucky. If he could turn back time half an hour, he would've been crying, begging the lady to come down from the stage. "Please don't jump! I shouldn't have entertained this thought. I was wrong."
With the help of the security guards and Xiangyang clearing the way, Chen Jing managed to get Lin Wan outside. Upon seeing the starry sky and feeling the cool evening breeze on his face, Lin Wan seemed to wake up from her drunken state, as if what had just happened was unbelievable, like an absurd dream. But hearing the man's heavy breathing, she knew that this dream was far from over. She then belatedly realized that there was still alcohol in her system, which explained her wild behavior.
Chen Jing's car was the first to rush out. Xiangyang, seeing Fang Zheng still staring at the tail of the car, couldn't help but sigh, "This girl's pure with a bit of mystery, and with that mystery, there's a bit of fierceness..."
"Fierce?" Fang Zheng looked at him in confusion.
"Of course. Didn't that scene just now prove it?"
"I'm wondering how Ah Jin is going to deal with her when they get back."
"Eh, that's none of our business. You should worry about your own girl. If this woman goes off the rails, it'll be a real headache."
"You think Ah Jin's serious about her now?"
"Eh, serious or not, who cares? She's just a girl. Once the novelty wears off, that's all she'll be. But, I mean, look at you still standing there. Come on, your little sister's waiting for you."
Chen Jing received a call from the car—it was from Chen Xi. "Third Brother, you guys really caused a scene just now. It was like something out of a movie..."
"You dare to say that? Do you even belong in that kind of place?"
"I'm sorry, Third Brother. I was just curious. Please don't blame Lin Wan. That dancer twisted her ankle when she landed, and Lin Wan said she could do it too. It was actually me who encouraged her to go up... By the way, I still have her clothes here."
"Alright, where are you now? I forgot to check on you earlier."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I'm heading home now, driving."
"Be careful on the road. Hang up now."
Chen Jing ended the call and glanced at the silent woman beside him. He thought, "Encouraged? She's not the type to be easily manipulated. Was this just a slap in my face?" Thinking back to the greedy looks of the men on the dance floor, his anger flared up. And when he recalled that all his good buddies were there, even Fang Mei, whom he had just scolded, was watching, he realized his face was utterly thrown into the Pacific Ocean. His anger burned like fire, rising rapidly.