Seeing the man laugh, the atmosphere suddenly livened up considerably, and waitstaff brought over more drinks, one by one. Everyone had a glass in hand, chatting merrily and frequently toasting.
The man, previously upset, now wrapped an arm around her waist. Chen Wanru made no attempt to dodge, her face always bearing a calm and proper smile. Her slender waist twisted slightly as she leaned a bit closer into the man’s embrace, then lifted her glass, continuing to trace her alluring red lips as she said something to the man. He followed her lead, downing the drink from her glass in one gulp.
Ling Momo, hiding behind the tall porcelain, watched this scene unfold, suddenly feeling a wave of desolation in her heart.
Female singers, divas, appear so bright and glamorous on the outside, but in the eyes of these rich and powerful men, they are just actors, mere playthings.
Even though Chen Wanru had now become globally famous, reigning supreme in the music industry north and south of the Jiangnan, she couldn’t escape the fate of accompanying men in drinking, allowing them to take liberties with her!
Ling Momo watched with a heart that could hardly bear it.
She guessed that just a moment ago, Chen Wanru must have been coerced into drinking in the same way, and feeling displeased inside, she simply walked away, thereby upsetting that powerful man, which caused Li Qingshen to angrily rebuke her to go back and apologize!
Chen Wanru, so haughty towards Li Qingshen earlier, saying she wouldn’t go, but in the end, she was merely showing a bit of defiance, still having to submit to reality and continue like a courtesan, sweet-talking and charming the man into happiness.
The man, originally angry, was no longer young, looking to be in his forties. Chen Wanru, having debuted for ten years, was now only about twenty-six. Standing beside that man, she always performed and forced a smile. The man’s hand was extremely inappropriate, wandering over her waist, her hips, touching here and there, and even occasionally reaching for Chen Wanru’s chest.
Having been in the mix for a decade, Chen Wanru was quite adept at defending herself. When the man touched her hips, she subtly shifted to the side, displaying an ambivalent demeanor. When he touched her chest, she would grab her glass to propose a toast. Every move was expertly done, perfectly seamless, going unnoticed without causing annoyance or anger.
But as it always is, Chen Wanru still ended up letting her dignity be consumed bit by bit.
Ling Momo had intended to slip away unseen, but then she thought about how Chen Wanru had known Li Qingshen for ten years. Although Li Qingshen was so indifferent towards Chen Wanru, she knew a lot about Li Qingshen’s private matters. Presumably, their relationship should be quite good. Ling Momo thought that maybe she should get closer to Chen Wanru—perhaps she could be of help to her.
Thus, Ling Momo waited in that spot, and after more than an hour passed, those people finally had their fill of drinks. Chen Wanru certainly had skills, having gotten the old man so drunk he had to be supported away by the people he came with.
When everyone had dispersed, Chen Wanru put down her glass on the table and rushed into the bathroom. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel✦fire.net