In a VIP room at the Nightcolor Bar in Jiangcheng City, amid the flickering dim lights, several young n and won dressed in fashion were wildly twisting their bodies to the music. Two dance leaders, who had been called to liven up the atmosphere, simply stripped off their jackets and climbed onto the tables in their high heels, making all sorts of provocative movents.
On the sofa, several couples were dressed in even less - practically just in their underwear. They danced frenetically like a group of possessed demons, their heads shaking uncontrollably with the rhythm of the music, and visible remnants of white powder were left on the table in front of them.
The revelry continued until the early hours of the next morning, and it wasn't until then that Zhou Jing left Nightcolor Bar with dark circles under her eyes. Although she was exhausted, the envious and jealous looks of the friends who had co to party with her gave Zhou Jing a jolt of energy, making her feel more alive. This feeling, she thought, was even better than doing drugs.
Looking back at when she first arrived in the city, her life now was worlds apart. Zhou Jing was known as a beauty in her village and received nurous marriage proposals before she was even twenty, but she never spared those suitors a glance. She envied the actresses and stars on television, with their clothes worth thousands, frequenting high-end places in big cities and being able to spend freely.
After graduating high school, she ca to Jiangcheng City to pursue her 'dream'.
But once she was actually in the city, Zhou Jing realized that making money was not as easy as it was portrayed in movies and TV shows. The beautiful won in the films seed to do nothing all day but shop with their girlfriends and flirt with handso n, always with endless money to spend. But it was a different story for her - securing a steady job was a struggle, let alone living in a basent apartnt, catching the subway before dawn, and barely making ends et with her ager salary.
Every ti she went to the mall and saw the expensive clothing, the dazzling jewelry on the counters, and the world-renowned costic brands, the prices made her heart race. At those monts, a fire seed to burn inside Zhou Jing.
She refused to be contented, to live an ordinary life. But making an honest living was too difficult. Other than her appearance, Zhou Jing lacked education, skills, and the willingness to toil. She spent her little free ti watching Korean and Japanese dramas. How could she possibly find a good job and earn money this way?
Fortunately, she t Yang Lin, the boss of a travel agency. Seeing this single, wealthy middle-aged man stirred sothing within Zhou Jing. If she couldn't make money, she thought, she could marry a man who could.
The first year of marriage to Yang Lin, Zhou Jing actually felt quite satisfied. Though Yang Lin wasn't a major mogul, his financial situation was far better than that of anyone else she knew, matching the lifestyle she had dreamt of. Besides, Yang Lin doted on his young wife, pampering her with everything she desired and enabling her transformation from a country girl to a phoenix.
But as ti went on, Zhou Jing beca dissatisfied again.
Firstly, Yang Lin had a grown-up son. Zhou Jing was clear that no matter how well Yang Lin treated her, he wouldn't prioritize her over his son, with whom he'd spent over twenty years. When the property was eventually divided, a substantial part would undoubtedly go to Yang Tao. Even if she had a son with Yang Lin, she wouldn't control all his wealth. Besides, she had just started enjoying the good life and had no intention of having children straight away; she wanted to have fun for a few more years.
The thought that the fortune she had 'worked so hard' to obtain would one day be shared with this unrelated person drove Zhou Jing nearly insane.
Another issue that profoundly dissatisfied Zhou Jing was Yang Lin's hectic schedule. He was almost always busy with business, leaving little ti for her. Initially, swiping cards for shopping sprees brought her satisfaction, but with ti, she started feeling lonely. Furthermore, Yang Lin was advancing in years and couldn't keep up physically, particularly after handling business affairs, which affected their intimate life.
Now with financial stability, Zhou Jing aid for higher life goals. Her first step was to take control of Yang Lin's finances. After months of wheedling, he finally agreed to let her manage the company's accounts. While working there, Zhou Jing t the deputy general manager, Chen Yuan. He was young, capable, and looked after the young wife with great attention. It didn't take long before they got involved during a business trip.
Birds of a feather flock together, and once Zhou Jing connected with Chen Yuan, they quickly aligned both in life and work. Their eyes turned towards the money of Yang Lin's travel agency. Chen Yuan registered a shell company abroad, and Zhou Jing, tasked with handling the accounts, funneled tens of millions into the company under the guise of investnt. Since the company was abroad, there was no way to check what the investnt was used for.
Soon, with their combined efforts, the travel agency, which had so reputation in Jiangcheng City, was drained of its long-standing funds. After pushing out a few dissenting senior employees, the pair acted without any scruples. Within half a year, what was once a reputable travel agency dwindled to a shell of its forr self.
Zhou Jing no longer wished to continue her life with Yang Lin, who had beco all bark and no bite and no longer had much money.
She had money now, and she could finally chase the life she wanted.
As she stepped out of the bar, her phone rang - it was Chen Yuan calling.
She and Chen Yuan were not exactly a couple. They held the common goal of swindling Yang Lin's money, occasionally engaging in 'friendly fire', without interfering in each other's private lives. However, they had been more involved recently, due to the divorce proceedings and their shared secrets.
"Hello? Spit it out, I'm exhausted and want to go ho to sleep," said Zhou Jing with a yawn, answering the phone and at the sa ti digging out her car keys to press the button. With a beep, the lights of a red BMW nearby flashed.
"Yang Lin needs money for treatnt, and Yang Tao has hired a lawyer and wants to et with us for diation," a young, sowhat frivolous voice said on the other end.
"et? What is there to et about? The money's in a foreign account; let them try to trace it. Chen Yuan, I'm telling you, I wouldn't give a single cent for that old man's treatnt. Better if he dies—the court would then award half the house," Zhang Jing said.
"They ntioned the dump truck..." Chen Yuan added.
Hearing these three words, Zhou Jing suddenly tensed up.
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