22: Chapter 22 Chaos (3) 22: Chapter 22 Chaos (3) If it hadn’t been for that New Year’s dance at the art school, where she invited Jian Anning to attend, perhaps none of what followed would have happened.
She had witnessed firsthand the pain Jian Anning experienced after her breakup.
Although she eventually managed to recover, several years had passed without her going out with a single boyfriend.
This time, having escaped an arranged marriage from home, Zhao Ziyin insisted on lending her a hand.
Having heard that Anning was nearly fired by her company yesterday, Zhao Ziyin purposely cancelled a dinner to accompany her.
Maybe a trip to the nightclub to relax would improve her mood?
Unexpectedly, she didn’t lose her job and even became Yu Zexiao’s personal assistant, which was certainly a blessing in disguise!
With that thought, she twisted her slender waist and extended her long arm to hook around Jian Anning’s neck, “Alright, anyhow, consider tonight as you keeping me company.
When you’re out, you should be happy.
Just think of it as accompanying me.”
Jian Anning was well aware that Zhao Ziyin was now a host for a variety show on Yancheng Satellite TV and was very busy.
Her coming to the nightclub to distract herself was not for her own enjoyment but to help Anning shift her mood.
Since things had turned out this way, even if she was resentful, Anning had no choice but to stay by Yu Zexiao’s side for over a month.
Besides, Yu Zexiao had given her a raise, and she wasn’t foolish enough to quarrel with money.
Just as the next song started, Zhao Ziyin grabbed Jian Anning’s hand and dashed to the very center of the stage in a few quick steps.
Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of TWO-MIX.
At the bar, Yu Zexiao was silently drinking.
The drink in his glass showed a profound red, the strongest cocktail available here—the Bloody Mary.
He had changed into an inconspicuous casual outfit and wore a peaked cap, pulled down low.
Even so, his handsome appearance still shone brightly in this frantic and chaotic place.
Occasionally, his gaze would fall nearby, immediately meeting a few shy and timid eyes.
On such a night, a man with a handsome figure ordering the strongest drink in the house, sitting alone at the bar without a female companion, was nearly an implication—he was looking for someone to spend the night with!
Yu Zexiao’s expression darkened, and he quickly averted his eyes, silently raising the high-stemmed glass in his hand and quietly drinking the fiery cocktail.
He did not like the women who frequented nightclubs, and he detested their bold, direct gazes and—without mincing words—the filth of their bodies.
The women, who didn’t know him at all, seemed to flock to him like moths to a flame, enticed merely by his handsome face.
What’s worse, some were attracted by his status in the entertainment industry, his wealth, and his family background…
A trace of cold indifference spread into a smile on his perfect lips, his chin lazily lifted, with a gaze full of disdain.
These women were foolish to think that by seeing him, clinging to him, they could soar to the heights of success—ridiculously naive!
He had no interest in women who had been played by everyone; coming here was solely for a drink.
He was a normal man, of course, with normal desires.
When he was younger, he was naturally very handsome and intelligent, arrogantly looking down on any woman who tried to get close to him.