As night falls and darkness envelops the entire city, Qingning City is immersed in a dazzling and bustling atmosphere. Hometown Bar, located in the city center, is hidden in the thick darkness, shining brightly under the dazzling neon lights.
As soon as you step inside, you're greeted by a burst of energetic music, mingled with the laughter of men and women, and the strong scents of perfume and cocktails. Countless men and women are dancing wildly, radiating boundless youth and passion.
The woman, dressed in revealing clothing, wore heavy makeup. Her white short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts showed off her hot figure. Upon closer inspection, one could see that her cheeks were slightly puffy, and when she moved the corners of her mouth, she revealed a slightly distorted expression.
Ma Zelan's face was filled with resentment, and the slender high heels on his feet made a clattering sound as they rubbed against the ground, the slightly heavy sound revealing his dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Xiao Lan, over here!" A woman dressed similarly to Ma Zhelan waved her hands frantically, beckoning her over. Ma Zhelan turned around upon seeing her, occasionally touching the corner of her mouth and letting out a barely audible hiss.
The dim lighting obscured the woman's vision, and the occasional flashes of colored light made the scene even more hazy. The woman didn't notice the odd thing about Ma Zelan's face being covered by makeup and laughed heartily.
"You really value your girlfriend over your friends, getting so close to Boss Liu, I haven't seen you for almost half a month. No way, you have to be punished, you're not leaving until you're drunk tonight." The woman picked up the cocktail shaker and mixed it with clean, efficient movements, and soon a "Rattlesnake" appeared in her hand.
"Don't mention that man to me." Ma Zelan's face darkened further upon hearing this. She picked up her anti-acne cocktail and downed it in one gulp, her resentment and even a hint of malice evident on her face.
She considered herself young and beautiful, and was willing to lower herself to choose an older man—a sacrifice she felt was already great. Not only was he ungrateful, but he dared to abandon her and even beat her. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. If it weren't for his generous spending, she wouldn't have wasted her time on him.
Even if she were to abandon him, it should be Ma Zhelan who kicks him out. How could this be the result? It's an utter disgrace.
"Oh, what's wrong? Did you have a fight? You're so beautiful and young, he would treat you like royalty, how could he let you suffer?" The woman was also puzzled. She and Ma Zhelan had a pretty good relationship and were the same kind of people.
Being a mistress and destroying someone else's family—isn't that your own fault? What business is it of those haggard housewives to not be able to keep their husbands, or for men to not be able to control their wandering thoughts? It's all because these women are useless; they just want to enjoy themselves.
Can morality feed you? Can it be used as money? It's all just an excuse made by incompetent people. They can't even live up to their own abilities, yet they use so-called morality to constrain others. It's utterly ridiculous.
"It makes me angry just thinking about it. I don't know what happened, but that sallow-faced fat woman suddenly became much prettier and younger, and she kept that old man completely under her thumb, making me waste all my time."
Ma Zelan looked gloomy as she picked up her cocktail and drank it, her eyelashes drooping slightly to conceal the darkness in her eyes. There were some things she didn't say much about; after all, they were just ordinary friends, and she wouldn't be foolish enough to tell others something so extraordinary.
She had sensed something was wrong long before the old man kicked her out. How could she not know what Zhang Yunxin looked like? Fat and stupid, how could she have become so beautiful in such a short time? There must be something wrong. So she secretly investigated Zhang Yunxin's recent schedule and behavior, and sure enough, she found the problem.
A small shop called "Relieving Worries" is run by a beautiful woman with a small child. She seems ordinary at first glance, but she still notices something strange about the shop. Zhang Yunxin's transformation must be related to this shop.
Ma Zhelan was never one to suffer a loss, and she would never let this go unpunished. Naturally, she was going to get her revenge. So that day, she secretly went to Qingning City Elementary School, and in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras… looking at the unconscious children on the ground, she felt only satisfaction. Serves them right for ruining my plans!
The woman was also very surprised to hear this. She knew Ma Zhelan's methods very well; few men could escape her clutches. How could such an old man possibly succeed?
"Alright, don't be angry. Have a drink to calm down. I'll keep you company tonight, and I guarantee you'll be happy and forget all your troubles." The woman smiled and pushed the cocktail in front of Ma Zelan. Her smile was faint in the dim light, adding a touch of eeriness.
Ma Zelan kept her head down and didn't notice anything amiss. She simply picked up her glass and drank, instantly captivated by the sweet and delicious taste.
"This tastes great! I've never seen you mix such good drinks before. You were hiding your talent all along! You're so cunning." Under the influence of alcohol, Ma Zelan's mood improved considerably. She smiled and raised her head, but the smile froze on her face the next second.
The orange-toned light swept across, landing precisely on the woman's face, casting a halo around her features. Her pupils were jet black and bright, as deep and unfathomable as ink. For a fleeting moment, Ma Zelan even felt that the whites of her eyes were an impenetrable blackness.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Ma Zelan couldn't believe her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she found that the woman was perfectly normal, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream, something that had never existed and could never have existed.
She breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious, and Ma Zelan's heart also relaxed, although she herself couldn't explain why she had felt guilty and scared.
"This is the drink I usually mix! Maybe you're in a good mood today!" The woman was also confused, but finally managed to come up with an excuse to convince herself. Ma Zelan was a little flustered, but she was too lazy to investigate whether it was about mood or not, and reluctantly accepted it.
Subconsciously, Ma Zhelan stood up, preparing to leave. She suddenly didn't want to stay there anymore; she wanted to go home. "I'm leaving now. See you later."
The woman, intending to make a joke, looked up, her smile freezing on her face. Her pupils contracted, her expression becoming somewhat blank with fear. She staggered two steps, almost falling, and pointed a finger at Ma Zhelan's face, stammering, "You...you...you..."
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean?' It's just a minor injury, what's the big deal? Don't make a fuss—" Ma Zelan said angrily, she hated it when people poked at her wounds.
"No, no, no, it's not..." The woman stammered, her hands and feet moving erratically. She kept her eyes down, not daring to look at Ma Zhelan's face. She had already mustered all her self-control to keep from screaming, and dared not look any longer.
Holding the mirror the woman handed her, Ma Zelan's expression quickly shifted from indifference to terror, and the mirror flew out of her hand, shattering as she let out a terrified scream.
"Ah—my face—"
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