The charismatic CEO Qi never imagined that his highly valuable business card would be casually tossed into the trash can by a young girl.

At this moment, Chu Ying, who was partying wildly in the bar, was like a bird that had flown out of its cage. One moment she was drinking with a group of men at the table, and the next she was running to the stage and dancing with a group of men and women. Her deliberate actions seemed intimate, but in reality she was erecting a wall, keeping everyone at a distance.

The willful and domineering Chu Ying wasn't oblivious to their gazes; she simply chose not to pay them any attention. The reason she chose such a secluded little bar was precisely to avoid running into acquaintances.

Soon, a man carrying a wine glass ran to the center of the dance floor and swayed his chubby waist around Chu Ying, his fat and greasy flesh bulging. Every time he held the wine glass to Chu Ying's lips, she pushed it back. The man didn't get angry; he just stared at Chu Ying with a pair of very purposeful eyes.

When Lan Qingyue arrived at the bar, panting in her high heels, the sun had already set in the west. The distant sky was tinged with red by the sunlight, a beautiful sight, but Lan Qingyue had no interest in appreciating it.

Although Chu Ying is rebellious and disobedient, she was, after all, the author of the story. Now, Chu Ying's story seems to be deviating from her original conception, and she can't let her "daughter" be taken advantage of by a bunch of scoundrels.

Lan Qingyue, who was feeling a nameless anger rising in her heart, was unaware that someone had been watching her ever since she stood at the door.

When Lan Qingyue first arrived at the bar, she saw two "security guards" at the entrance wearing short-sleeved shirts, shorts, and flip-flops. Speechless, she moved to the side to keep her distance from them.

It was still broad daylight, and the bar was still crowded. The dazzling lights made it feel like night. Lan Qingyue looked around for a while but didn't see Chu Ying. She tried calling, but no one answered. So she had to endure the smell of alcohol in the room and go inside to look for her.

Perhaps it was because her attire was too "formal" and out of place with the unrestrained and fiery atmosphere here, but after she had only taken a few steps, several men with wine glasses came up to her, surrounded her, and looked at her with smiles.

One of the tall, thin men made no attempt to hide his greedy eyes. His hand, like a water snake, coiled around Lan Qingyue's hair. Even a single strand of hair felt uncomfortable to be touched by such a "drunkard." She walked coldly to an empty seat, and as soon as the touch on her fingertips disappeared, the man chased after her and blocked her way again.

"Hey pretty girl, what would you like to drink? It's on me."

Lan Qingyue pretended to be deaf and dumb, unwilling to pay attention. "..." She seemed to have just seen Chu Ying.

"Can't you speak? Or can't you drink?" the man pressed.

"Get out of the way!" Lan Qingyue shouted, unable to bear it any longer, and hurriedly ran in one direction. Chu Ying was drinking heavily with a group of gangsters when her hand holding the glass suddenly tightened. When she looked up, she saw Lan Qingyue's bare face.

As an actress, Lan Qingyue always appears in front of fans with the most exquisite makeup, but in private, she chooses to go makeup-free in order not to be recognized.

This wasn't the first time Chu Ying had seen Lan Qingyue without makeup. Lan Qingyue was still beautiful without makeup; the aggressive beauty she possessed after makeup was gone, giving her a more pure and innocent look.