The Fierce Wife of a Wealthy Family Is Hard to Love

As night fell, in the largest bar in City A, the usual scenes of people twisting and turning their bodies disappeared. The dance floor was crowded with men who were shouting at the top of their lungs. Their eyes were wide open and their sights were all focused on the center of the dance floor. A steel pole stood in the middle of the dance floor, and a woman stood next to it, with one hand casually resting on the pole. The woman has wavy black hair and delicate facial features. Under the projection of the light, her skin color did not appear weak and pale, but as smooth and translucent as milk. She opened her innocent eyes, as pure as an angel, but at the moment when the music sounded...