1 Chapter 1_1

The deafening nightclub.

Tong Yafu, in her cool attire, staggered drunkenly in the middle of the dance floor, following the explosive music, twisting her body wildly. Her perfect figure stood out under the swaying lights, drawing the parched gazes of a group of men at the bar looking to pick up women.

What a rare beauty! That poise, that face, that seductive energy in her wild dancing, were all extremely rare top-notch sights in this bar.

After having her fill of craziness, Yafu slowly walked off the dance floor, heading towards the restroom. Her mind was clear, but her body had started to sway unconsciously.

"Damn..." Tong Yafu cursed under her breath, the corner of her mouth curling up in a wry smile. The old her didn't like such noisy places, but why had she, a married woman of two years, mysteriously started relishing them?

"Miss, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" A trite pick-up line rang out beside Tong Yafu's ear, blocking Yafu's path.

Yafu's mouth twitched, she glanced at the man before her, a smile flashing across her face?

"Yes, have we met?" Yafu said, looking at the man with a flirtatious smile, raising her hand to lightly stroke the man's cheek, exhaling slowly with a teasing smile on her face.

The man who hit on her had the corners of his mouth hooked up, surprised by Yafu's recognition, a proud smile spreading across his face?

"That's why I never went there again," Yafu said, as she watched the man's proud expression, her mouth curling into a mocking smile again, casually breaking all of the man's illusions, and brutally dumping a bucket of cold water on him?

Damn it, using such an outdated pick-up line and still having the guts to exist, she already admired his courage. And then he had the shamelessness to try to hit on her? A complete idiot, brain-dead.

"What... what did you say?" The man thought he had misheard due to the loud music.

Yafu just gave a mocking smile, her enchanting eyes sweeping over the man lightly, she pushed him away with her hand, continuing in the direction of the restroom.

But the man, clearly having his brain squeezed by a door, grabbed Tong Yafu's arm, intending to force himself on her, his face resembling that of a pig's as it moved closer to Yafu.

Yafu's expression darkened, she grew angry, get lost, dummy—she was, after all, a woman who had spent a few years in the military, she wasn't about to let herself be bullied.

Crack—the sound of a broken bottle rang out.