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Love in the Nightclub: I Fell for a Fallen Woman
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Four years ago, I, along with a group of enthusiastic freshmen, eagerly attended the opening ceremony. Throughout those four years, I avoided movies, bars, and dating girls. Aside from working part-time to support my studies, I focused solely on my academics, hoping to land a proper job after graduation.
As graduation approached, regardless of our grades, my classmates all found their paths—some had jobs lined up while others signed employment agreements. Meanwhile, I, a model student for years, found myself stuck during graduation season with no opportunities in sight. Teacher Zhang Xuefeng was right: some majors simply aren't meant for kids from ordinary families.
In the job market, positions like business managers and sales representatives were abundant. However, not only were they unrelated to my field of study, but many didn't even offer a basic salary! Some insurance companies operated on a "no pay until you pay" model, demanding hundreds in "training fees." The internships available came with paltry wages and heavy workloads. Yet despite this, the lines at recruitment booths were packed, with HR personnel acting as if they held all the power.
At Brother Xiong's Fight Club, I transitioned from a part-time sparring partner in my freshman year to a part-time coach later on. After four years, Brother Xiong was quite satisfied with me and promised a good salary and benefits if I stayed. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was relying on my physical prowess to make a living—why had I even bothered paying tuition and attending this mediocre university?
Looking back over the past four years felt like watching a shooting star rush by; I considered Jiangcheng my hometown while Jiangcheng treated me like a mere visitor. It was infuriating. Before rolling up my bedding and heading back home, I planned to take revenge on my past.
Feeling the 1,800 yuan in my pocket—both bills and coins—I strode toward a row of flashy cars parked against a backdrop of beautiful advertisements. In Jiangcheng, some might not know who the mayor is, but no one is unaware of the Heavenly Abode nightclub.
Standing before the revolving door filled me with an unexpected thrill. "Good evening, sir," the hostess greeted with a bow.
Damn it! The two girls were even prettier than our campus beauty. As they bowed, their low-cut tops revealed an enticing view!
You don't truly understand society's vibrancy until you step into it; my wide eyes nearly got lost in that mysterious allure.
"Sir, would you prefer the main hall or a private room?" the waiter asked respectfully.
Anyone can put on airs; I decided to ignore them. The waiter gestured for me to enter. This high-end place wasn't for just anyone; those who dared to step inside were usually not ordinary people.
For instance, there was one man ahead of me—thick eyebrows and bright eyes with an athletic build dressed impeccably without any visible brand labels yet fitting perfectly. He stood there exuding an indescribable aura.
What was it? Very low-key yet his gaze screamed anything but modesty—a look that clearly belonged to someone wealthy entering the city.
I nodded slightly and remarked to the young man in front of me, "It's too crowded in the main hall; it's not very peaceful."
"Then let’s go to a private room," the waiter suggested eagerly. "Our sound system is excellent; if you like, we can arrange for a band and dance partners." He emphasized "dance partners," knowing full well what single guests sought out for fun.
I discreetly counted the cash in my pocket while considering how far I could indulge without overspending. Everything I wore was borrowed from Brother Xiong: an Omega watch on my wrist, an Armani outfit on my body, and shoes whose brand I didn’t know but were claimed to be handmade in Italy.
The Foreman didn't dare to underestimate me, a fledgling who hadn't even shed all my feathers, as he invited me into the Third Floor Private Room.
The lights brightened, and the music flowed gently. As I settled in, I sank deep into the sofa, my feet resting carelessly on the coffee table, crossing my legs in a rather uncouth manner. In terms of behavior, there was little difference between a country bumpkin and a wealthy man; the only distinction lay in their mindsets. The bumpkin was cautious and concerned about everything, while the wealthy man, indifferent to it all, attracted more attention.
Sure enough, the waiter noticed my demeanor, which resembled those unsophisticated rich men I had encountered before. His service became even more attentive as he asked what kind of music I liked and whether I enjoyed dancing. When I waved my hand dismissively, I said, "Just bring two bottles of wine; choose the red, and for the white, I prefer Erguotou." It wasn't a matter of preference; it was simply that my wallet had its limits.
"Boss, would you like to have a beautiful lady accompany you for some fun?" the waiter suggested smoothly.
"Do I need to say it?" I replied grandly. The waiter blinked and said ambiguously, "Don't worry, Boss; you won't want to leave later."
Gently closing the door behind him, he glanced back at me as I rested with my eyes closed. My calm demeanor likely suggested that I wasn't one to fret over money. As he shut the door, he quietly reported through the intercom: "Third Floor, Room 302; fruit platter and two bottles of wine... Call Sister Qiu up and tell her to stay longer; he seems like a big spender."
I might have called for a girl, but I wasn't looking for anything serious; surely they couldn't swindle me.
In such an establishment where guests were treated with utmost respect, no one could simply walk in and judge a guest by their wallet or appearance. Countless instances had proven that many who looked like country bumpkins were actually quite wealthy beneath their shabby exteriors. Over time, this placed great responsibility on the reception staff to discern guests' worth through their keen observations.
Today, the waiter's misjudgment had fulfilled my dreams.
The taste of Erguotou was intoxicating. Beside me was a delicate hand offering finely cut fruit. As I savored its sweetness and inhaled her alluring scent, I enjoyed the melody of Piano Prince's piece dedicated to Alice—a perfect moment of satisfaction.
Is life meant to be like this?
As the song ended, I turned to ask the beautiful woman beside me her name but was met with a soft hand gently covering my lips. Then I saw her luscious red lips slowly moving closer to mine. Her eyes were closed, lashes clear as stars and moons. She kissed me lightly and whispered in a voice like heavenly music: "Don't ask me my name... Meeting in this vast sea of people is fate. I really like how you are lost in the music—just like my dream prince..."
Wow, are modern courtesans this talented now?
I opened my eyes to see her resting on my shoulder, gazing at me with an enchanting look—her oval face lightly made up, hair curled without a hint of vulgarity. Instead, she exuded an elegant charm that elevated my perception of her significantly.
"I actually look forward to a beautiful encounter too but have never experienced one," I said shyly. This Mature Sister seemed very much like what I'd hoped for in an encounter. Moreover, Sister Beauty seemed to sense my thoughts as her slender hand gently caressed my cheek while teasingly asking, "After tonight, you definitely won't have any regrets."
"I hope so; however, I'm afraid good times are fleeting," I replied nervously.
I felt confused yet excited; this anxiety mirrored that of a man caught in desire—a look that amused Sister Beauty as she smiled softly and extended her hand invitingly: "So what are you waiting for? Let's dance."
Thus, she took my hand and led me into a dance amidst the music. We moved gracefully together as if we shared an unspoken connection; during our synchrony, our eyes met briefly—an electric spark coursing through us both. As the song ended, she leaned against my shoulder again; we shared a sip from our glasses in an intimate gesture... Erguotou again... then repeated our earlier actions—dancing and gazing into each other's eyes while savoring this beautiful encounter.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly as we had nearly finished both bottles of wine. Her cheeks flushed with color as she leaned against me; she seemed equally entranced by this unexpected meeting.
"I'm thinking that such a wonderful atmosphere should never end," I replied. Over two hours had passed—it wouldn't be long before reality intruded.
"If you truly enjoy it, it won't end," Sister Beauty teased with a playful tone while gazing at me with dreamy eyes. Men who understand romance are far rarer than those who merely flirt; this woman before me was undoubtedly exceptional—throughout our time together, she exhibited no lewd behavior whatsoever.
"I do enjoy it; however, it will still come to an end. To be honest, I came here out of spite and wanted to numb myself for a while. Yet I've suddenly realized that no matter how much I try to numb myself, I'm still very much awake—and I truly don't want to deceive you," I confessed nervously while looking at Sister Beauty with apprehension.
The pure-hearted young man, Sister Beauty, looked at me with great interest and smiled as she comforted me, "I seem to hear a wounded heart speaking. There must be a beautiful woman you can't let go of, right?"
Misunderstanding her words, I wore a look of heartbreak as I gazed at Sister Beauty. Finally, I spoke from the heart, murmuring, "You’ve got it wrong. It’s not that I have a beautiful woman in my heart; it’s that I have no money in my pocket..."
She laughed, thinking I had the desire to keep a mistress but lacked the means to support one. Just as she was about to offer some advice, I hit her with something even bolder: "Don’t get me wrong. I graduated from university and have been looking for a job in Jiangcheng for six months. I really can’t make it anymore..."
Sister Beauty was taken aback, quickly realizing that her emotions were being enjoyed for free by someone like me. She suddenly stood up, splashed her drink in my face, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, brows furrowed in anger, ruby lips parted slightly, and white teeth clenched tightly. With her beauty completely overshadowed by fury, she thundered, "A broke loser comes to a nightclub to hit on my sister!? Just wait until you bleed out!"
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