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He smiled when she nodded at his suggestion. “Having said that, you have to continue doing your job until you leave, otherwise I’ll forfeit the month’s pay.”
Wen He rolled her eyes at him. “Sure!”
She went to work that night. After all, it was better to have some cash with her when she leaves.
The idea turned into motivation for her to break her personal rule of no more than three sessions per day.
She danced all the way till midnight before dragging her exhausted body back home.
That was her schedule for three consecutive days. On the third day, she accepted another assignment from Manager Yu and went to another private room, ready to dance some more.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by two familiar faces.
Huo Yunting and Lu Zhaoyang were sitting inside.
Why were they here?
Was this their way of supporting her job?
She quickly looked around but did not see Huo Chen inside. That came as a relief. After that, she took her place on stage, ignoring the two guests, and started her dance routine.
Her routine was dazzling as always, but Lu Zhaoyang was in no mood to appreciate it.
She shot a look at her watch and murmured quietly, “Why isn’t he here yet?”
“He’ll be here soon, he’s got off the plane.”
Huo Yunting enjoyed Wen He’s performance on stage with mild amusement. Suddenly, a mischievous smile crept onto his face.
“How I envy Huo Chen.”
“Hmm?”
“His wife is amazing. She is equally capable of fighting off hooligans and dancing on stage. He’s a lucky man.”
“I see.”
Lu Zhaoyang stared at him for a moment before chuckling herself. “How about I get a job in Golden City too?”
Huo Yunting coughed. “Don’t. These people dance like butterflies, I think you will look more like a fly.”
“…”
Lu Zhaoyang pinched him hard on his side until he inhaled sharply in pain.
By then, Wen He had reached the climax of her dance routine.
When she did a spin around the pole, she winked suggestively at Lu Zhaoyang until the latter coughed out a mouthful in surprise.
Before Wen He could laugh at her successful prank, the door to the private room opened abruptly.
Bam!
Huo Chen’s unannounced visit surprised Wen He that she lost her grip on the dance pole.
Like a butterfly who lost its wings, she spun and stumbled her way to the edge of the stage.
Huo Chen watched in horror. It was like watching her fall off the cliff back in the Golden Triangle again.
He darted toward the stage and caught her just in time.
“Hah…”
Wen He was scared to death and panted heavily at the close call.
After a while, she regained her composure.
“Thanks, let me down please.”
Huo Chen put her down while the latter eyed him suspiciously.
“Are you here for me?”
Huo Chen’s eyes were deadly calm, belying the keen feelings behind them.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
He had been trying to reach her in the past few days to arrange for a time to meet, but she had ignored him every time.
In the end, he had to ask Lu Zhaoyang for help.
Wen He felt uneasy under his intense gaze and turned away from him.
“I was busy!”
Huo Chen knew that it was only an excuse. There was only one reason for her to treat him like that.
She did not want to see him!
He could understand how they could go from an intimate relationship to mere strangers in the span of a few days.
Do all women change so easily?
“I want to talk with you.”
Upon hearing his words, Wen He decided to cut things short. She steeled herself and rejected him coldly, “If it’s not about our divorce, I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”
Lu Zhaoyang saw Huo Chen’s dejected look upon being rejected and felt sorry for him.
