Five years after their breakup, a prominent lawyer is desperately seeking reconciliation.

The meeting at Kairong left everyone looking gloomy.

To cheer them up, Jiang Wan treated everyone to a meal out of her own pocket.

Since it was still early after the meal, and seeing that everyone was still not very enthusiastic, Jiang Wan decided to take them to find some fun.

The most lively club in Haicheng.

The loud drumbeats, the boisterous crowd, and the air thick with the smells of alcohol and cigarette smoke all seemed to seep into your nostrils.

In the center of the dance floor, scantily clad girls confidently swayed their bodies, arousing the desire of the men around them.

The air was filled with the clinking of glasses and the joyful sounds of games.

Jiang Wan, along with Wang Yiran and several other young girls from the institute, danced and jumped to the music on the dance floor.

Xiao Du and the other boys stood guard around them, creating a relatively safe area.

Wang Yiran jumped around a few times, and under the cover of alcohol and music, she hugged Jiang Wan and sobbed softly.

Jiang Wan patted her back to comfort her.

"Lu Jingshi is capricious, vindictive, and petty; he might not be a good choice. Besides, capitalists' money isn't that easy to earn."

"Even if Kairong does kick us out in the end, it's because capital is too arrogant. We'll think of other ways."

"I will always be there for you as long as you need me."

Wang Yiran stopped in Bengbu and burst into tears.

Fortunately, the dim lighting and the powerful drumbeats concealed some of the vulnerability of this eagle-like woman.

A sudden vibration came from her thigh, and Jiang Wan released her.

Wang Yiran took out her phone from her pocket, the flickering light of the screen illuminating her face in a play of light and shadow.

"Old Wang, who is it?"

"……capitalist."

Wang Yiran quickly answered the call, squeezed out of the dance floor, and went to the sidelines to take the call.

A man with a buzz cut seized an opportunity and swayed his hips as he approached Jiang Wan.

"Beautiful lady, all alone? Let me buy you a drink."

Jiang Wan declined, saying, "No need. The economic situation isn't good right now, brother, please save your money."

The man was taken aback, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

"What do you mean? Are you mocking me? Looking down on me? What makes you so special?"

Jiang Wan's mind went blank for a moment; her older brother's process of breaking down her defenses left her somewhat bewildered.

Xiao Du and the others noticed what was happening and came over together, standing between the two.

"Sister Wan, you know her?"

"I don't know him. This living saint suddenly appeared and wants to buy me a drink."

The man glared fiercely at Jiang Wan before plunging into the dance floor.

At this moment, Wang Yiran also returned, looking refreshed and disheveled.

He pulled the group back to the booth, raised his glass, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Director Lu said he would promote our branch on several familiar websites and platforms to boost our morale, and he would handle the partners."

"And just now, we had two years' worth of rent deposited into our account!"

"As expected of an old classmate, this is so loyal!"

The gloom of the meeting vanished, and everyone cheered and clinked glasses.

Wang Yiran grabbed Jiang Wan, kissed her on the cheek, and pulled her into the dance floor.

The hour hand points to twelve.

Suddenly, the deafening music stopped abruptly, and the lights dimmed.

The entire bar was plunged into darkness.

Jiang Wan was startled and quickly reached out to the side, finding Wang Yi and then taking her hand.

"Old Wang, what's going on?"

Wang Yiran remained silent.

But suddenly, the DJ's excited voice filled the bar.

"Midnight has arrived, the selection of concubines begins! Are you ready?!"

In the darkness, the crowd screamed in anguish, "Ready!"

Jiang Wan nodded vigorously, her voice rising several decibels involuntarily.

"Old Wang, it's time to choose a concubine! I want to pick a super pretty one to feed me wine."

Wang Yiran tightened her grip, as if in response to her.

"3,2,1!"

As the DJ finished counting down, twelve beams of light suddenly lit up.

The light shone on the twelve model boys who had somehow appeared on the stage.

He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and his well-developed chest muscles made the shirt look like it was about to burst open!

Each person steps out in order of their number and interacts with the audience around the edge of the stage.

Jiang Wan led Wang Yiran to the edge of the stage.

"Damn, Lao Wang, this mold was practically made for me!"

Despite having broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-defined abs, her captivating peach blossom eyes evoke a sense of pity and tenderness, making her incredibly charming.

Jiang Wan reached out her hand to interact with him.

After hesitating for a moment, the model guy still reached out and shook hands with Jiang Wan.

He just looked a little embarrassed and a little too serious.

But Jiang Wan didn't notice at all and turned around to speak.

"Ah! Old Wang, I want him..."

The remaining half-sentence was stuck in his throat; there was no Wang Yiran behind him.

It's clearly Yama, the King of Hell, Lu Jingshi!

Wang Yiran, on the other hand, was still some distance away from the booth, anxiously waving her arms at her.

No wonder the guy with the mold was so terrified; he probably had never seen someone openly holding a man's hand while ordering people around.

"What do you need him for?"

It was a simple question, but it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Even though the lighting was poor, Jiang Wan could tell that Lu Jingshi's face was darker than the lamplight!

She casually let go of his hand and spoke nonchalantly.

"What good are molds? It's just the same old thing, isn't it?"

Lu Jingshi's chest heaved twice as the lights flickered again.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the outer corridor.

"You came here just to do this?"

Jiang Wan scoffed, "Otherwise? Are you here for a meeting? Director Lu, this isn't a place for someone from high society like you. Go back now."

Anger gradually rose in Lu Jingshi's dark eyes.

He kicked open the door to the private room next door and pushed Jiang Wan inside.

A passing waiter immediately spoke up.

"Now, private rooms are charged separately."

As soon as he finished speaking, pink banknotes rained down from the sky. The waiter immediately shut up and bent down to pick them up one by one.

The private room was pitch black, with only a faint colored light shining through the glass door.

Jiang Wan hadn't adjusted to the darkness when she was forcefully slammed against the wall behind the door.

A warm body pressed against her.

"Jiang Wan, you've gone too far!"

Jiang Wan pushed twice, but finding it was futile, she simply gave up struggling.

"So you like this kind of thing? You should have said so earlier. We've known each other for a long time, we're familiar with each other, why bother spending money here?"

"So, the powerful Director Lu, who seems to dominate Haicheng, actually sees himself as a male model in private?"

Lu Jingshi smiled, completely unfazed by the pressure.

"Why not?"

Jiang Wan felt frustrated; she really didn't understand what Lu Jingshi was trying to do.

On the one hand, he keeps saying he hates her, but on the other hand, he controls and torments her in every way. Isn't having Fang Tian enough?

"Let go, I'm here to find someone."

"Heh, why don't you just say you're here on a mission?"

"I really am here to find someone!"

After making numerous inquiries, Xiao Du discovered that the plaintiff in that divorce case worked the night shift at this very bar.

She didn't believe Fang Tian's claim of cooperating with the investigation and waiting for the results.

She wants to find the evidence herself to prove her innocence!