Chapter 83: A Sensual and Alluring Figure

Jiang Mingzhao chose a gentle, low-toned love song. The ambiguous lyrics, paired with his magnetic voice, drove the girls in the audience into a frenzy of screams.

“Ah! Mingzhao, I love you!”

“Mingzhao, I want to have your babies!”

“Is Mingzhao’s singing really this beautiful!?”

“His voice is so tender, my ears are practically pregnant.”

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Jiang Mingzhao wasn’t behaving himself at all; as he sang, he randomly reached down to shake hands with fans in the crowd, which only heightened their excitement.

Shen Yue watched as he shook hands with people nearby, and now, she saw Jiang Mingzhao heading straight toward her.

Her heart began to race wildly. Was he finally going to shake hands with her? This man who had just bickered with her, refusing to give in—was he now coming to reconcile with a simple handshake?

Seeing Jiang Mingzhao draw closer and closer, Shen Yue’s heart thumped ever more intensely, her face flushed bright red with shyness.

But in the next moment, she saw that, after approaching her, Jiang Mingzhao did not take her hand, but instead reached for a random fan standing beside her.

After the handshake, Jiang Mingzhao walked away without a second glance.

In that instant, Shen Yue’s expression crumbled; she looked in disbelief at Jiang Mingzhao’s retreating figure, then at the strikingly beautiful woman by her side.

The woman was a die-hard Jiang Mingzhao fan and happened to have no fondness for Shen Yue.

She sneered, “What’s wrong? You look jealous. Too bad for you—Mingzhao would rather shake my hand and won’t even spare you a glance.”

Shen Yue gritted her teeth, retorting, “And who are you, really? He doesn’t even know your name, but I’m his partner on the show.”

“So what if you’re his partner? He doesn’t like you. Once the show ends, you’ll have to go your separate ways.”

With that, the woman spun into the crowd, leaving Shen Yue no chance to defend herself.

Fuming, Shen Yue stomped her feet in frustration. “Who does she think she is? As if I’m desperate to shake hands with Jiang Mingzhao! Hmph! Like I’d even care!”

Shen Yue was the very picture of contradiction—her heart longing for it, her lips denying it.

Meanwhile, Song Wanneng, having finished her performance, went off to change.

As for Jian An’an, who had disappeared midway, it was finally time for her meeting with Zhou Xiancheng. She was anxious, fearing that he might leave if he got impatient.

She could no longer wait; tonight, she wanted nothing more than to witness Song Wanneng’s reputation destroyed, to see her in utter disgrace.

But her time was limited—she had to meet him and then hurry back.

Arriving at the cave, Jian An’an saw Zhou Xiancheng waiting, looking as irritable as ever.

“Of all the days to meet, you picked today? Now I can’t even go to the competition venue! How are you going to make this up to me?” Zhou Xiancheng complained, holding out his hand for compensation.

Jian An’an, not yet having seen the trending topic, had no patience for him. She wasn’t in the mood. “Let me borrow your phone first.”

Zhou Xiancheng refused to cooperate. “You tell me how you’re making it up to me, then I’ll give you my phone.”

“What’s the big deal? You can just watch the broadcast replay online later. It’s not like this is your only chance!”

Jian An’an felt Zhou Xiancheng was just looking for trouble—which, in truth, he was. His intentions were never simple.

There are only two ways to get a man to do something quickly: money or beauty.

Jian An’an had never been able to pay him, so his mind had wandered to more sordid possibilities.

Every night, Zhou Xiancheng dreamed of Jian An’an’s alluring figure.

But in reality, all he could ever do was embrace her.

He wondered if, because he had never gone further with Jian An’an, that was all he could dream about.

At this moment, his greedy gaze was fixed on Jian An’an’s exposed chest.

Tonight, Jian An’an had dressed provocatively to catch Wen Jingxing’s eye—a pink, body-hugging mermaid dress, similar to Nan Yan’s outfit but in a completely different style.

Nan Yan was the elegant, mature older sister, with an off-shoulder neckline and icy silk sleeves.

Jian An’an was the seductive girl next door, with a deep V neckline, her chest and back boldly exposed.

She was truly daring—wearing so little on such a cold night, all to attract a man’s attention.

Although Jian An’an wore Jin Jianyi’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders, she had hurried out, distracted by her thoughts, and forgot to adjust her clothes.

Her dress remained unchanged, the jacket left unfastened, until Zhou Xiancheng’s persistent gaze finally made her realize just how much she was revealing.

She quickly pulled the jacket tight, covering herself, suddenly aware that in this remote cave, alone with him, if anything happened—

She would be helpless.

Thinking of this, Jian An’an’s tone softened considerably. “Alright, alright, I get it. Since I’ve caused you trouble, I won’t shortchange you on the money. Is a thousand enough?”

Zhou Xiancheng, sensing an opportunity, pushed his luck. “A thousand? That’s not nearly enough!”

“Two thousand, tops. Don’t be greedy!” Jian An’an frowned, disgusted by his shamelessness. As soon as her stint on the show was over, she would definitely cut him loose.

“Heh, sure, sure. You want the phone, right? Here it is.” Hearing his payment had doubled, Zhou Xiancheng’s face broke into a smile as he eagerly handed her his phone.

What had he been thinking just now? If he slept with Jian An’an, he’d probably never get any more money from her.

But if he took her money, he could go sleep with countless women.

It was a good deal!

Jian An’an took the phone and immediately opened Weibo.

Zhou Xiancheng was curious—what did she need the phone for? He leaned in to see.

He watched as Jian An’an searched the trending topics, wondering if she’d had a change of heart and just wanted to satisfy her phone addiction.

The top trends were all about Song Wanneng and “Let’s Fall in Love.”

Clicking in, Jian An’an found not a single negative story about Song Wanneng—only praise.

She was puzzled. “What the hell, not a single one?”

Her hands trembled as she scrolled. “How is this possible? With such a high price, why wouldn’t they agree?!”

(End of chapter)