Cheng Anya, female, 17 years old.
Height: 164 cm. Weight: 48 kg.
A real beauty. Having no personality is also a kind of personality. A second-year high school student.
She wore a light yellow blouse, faded jeans, and simple canvas shoes. Her looks were pure and pretty, with large eyes brimming with innocence, as if they held the whole world's naivety.
Today was her boyfriend Wang Rui's birthday, and she wanted to give him a surprise.
In her bag was a fountain pen she had carefully selected — a piece by a renowned artist, expensive, something she had managed to buy only after scrimping and saving for two months.
Wang Rui was a year ahead of her — the most talked-about guy in school, the dreamboat of all the younger girls.
But as soon as she stepped into his place, something felt off.
By the shoe cabinet was a pair of red crystal high heels.
On the floor, scattered everywhere, were a red shawl, a top, a mini skirt, long stockings...
A man's shirt. Trousers…
A red bra lay quietly atop the man's trousers — sultry and suggestive. From the bedroom came the moans of a woman and the low growls of a man…
A live show?
If this weren't her boyfriend's place, Cheng Anya might've been curious enough to crouch by the door and enjoy the performance.
The couple inside clearly couldn't wait — the chaotic mess on the floor, the musky scent lingering in the air — even someone as innocent as Cheng Anya could guess what was happening.
"Wang Rui, do you love me?" came a sultry, seductive female voice.
Chen Yingying? Her good friend? Uh… maybe she'd been gaming too hard lately. Must be hearing things… hallucinations…
"Of course I love you. Yingying, you're amazing…" Wang Rui's voice oozed pleasure, the sounds growing more intimate and ambiguous with every word…
Step by step, she approached the bedroom.
The moans became clearer. The door wasn't fully shut. Standing there, she clearly saw two bodies entwined. Chen Yingying's head was thrown back, her curls flailing, her face flushed red, lips letting out wave after wave of moans.
"Tell me, who's better in bed, me or Anya?" Her voice, soaked in desire, dripped with seduction.
Hey, hey, hey — can we not compare skills right now? Give me a few years, once I've had some real-world experience, then we'll see who's better!
"Of course it's you. Anya is way too stiff. We've been together for a whole year, and the most intimate thing we've done is hold hands. She's like a pretty doll — no passion at all. How could she ever compare to you, baby… faster…"
Tch, with a filthy mouth like yours, only an idiot would want to kiss you.
Damn, they're wild!
Is that even a real position?
Seriously, how did they pull that off?
Cheng Anya was almost impressed with herself — even at a moment like this, she was still curious enough to analyze their positions.
"An… Anya…" Wang Rui was the first to notice her. His brow furrowed sharply, and he quickly yanked the blanket over their bodies.
"Anya…"
Chen Yingying, after a flash of shame, rose calmly, completely unbothered by her nakedness. Her body still bore the marks of passion, looking downright obscene.
What a body — she really does have what it takes to be a public ride, Cheng Anya thought silently.
Chen Yingying casually tossed Wang Rui a set of clothes, then slipped into his shirt herself.
Cheng Anya stayed composed. Though her face had gone pale, her eyes still carried a sweet and innocent smile. Her mother had always said, no matter the situation, wear a smile — it's the best disguise.
"Anya, you saw it. We're together now. Step aside," Chen Yingying said with practiced charm, wrapping herself around Wang Rui's arm and shooting Cheng Anya a provocative look, her tone lofty, like she was granting her mercy.
A poor girl like Anya? How could she ever deserve someone as handsome and dazzling as Wang Rui? Only Chen Yingying was good enough for him.
"Wang Rui, why?" If you're going to cheat, at least don't go for someone so close — and with a trashy rep like hers, a known public bike.
Wang Rui gave a cold chuckle and tossed his head arrogantly. His young, handsome face twisted with disdain. "Anya, to be honest, the only reason I chased you was because of a bet with the guys. You were just such a hard target. Honestly, look at yourself — barefaced, dressed like a garbage dump. You really think you're good enough for me?"
So what if she's pretty? Taking her out is still embarrassing.
"I see…" Cheng Anya nodded in understanding, then smiled sweetly. "How much was the bet?"
"1 million," he said.
"You couldn't have won without me. Give me half the prize," Cheng Anya beamed, her eyes practically sparkling with the thought of cash.
Yeah right, as if he'd share the money. That stingy bastard wouldn't cough up a single coin.
Wang Rui's face turned ashen.
Look at this woman — so tacky. Mention money and her eyes light up. Just a pretty face and nothing else. Damn!
He'd just cheated on her right in front of her, and she was still smiling so sweetly? Still had the nerve to ask about the prize money? And even asked for a cut?
What the hell kind of freak was she?
Chen Yingying was livid. "Cheng Anya, have you no shame?"
"Of course I do. At least when I sell this face of mine, I fetch a higher price than you," Cheng Anya replied sweetly. "So stingy. Fine, don't share — but hogging all the winnings? Don't blame the heavens when lightning strikes you."
"As you wish. We're breaking up. I wish you two everlasting love."
Both their faces turned the color of steel.
Cheng Anya smiled, then turned and walked away gracefully.
As night fell, the city lit up with lanterns and neon lights.
A bar in the city's prime district was alive with noise and glamour. On stage, exotic dancers swayed like water serpents, their heavily made-up faces glowing with seduction. Their eyes sparkled as they flirted with the audience, drawing wild cheers from the crowd below.
The music thundered. The scent of alcohol lingered heavily in the air.
This was a place of indulgence, a playground of desire.
At the bar, Cheng Anya was downing drinks one after another, her cheeks flushed.
Wang Rui had cheated, they had broken up. She acted cool and unbothered, but deep down — yeah, there was a tiny, tiny sting. Just a teeny bit.
"Come on, Anya, be good. Forget all the bad stuff. Drink more, drink more," coaxed Lin Li, her so-called stepsister, gently slipping a pill into one of the glasses.
"Can you not chirp in my ear? Let me have some peace." Cheng Anya muttered and tilted her head back, finishing the drink in one gulp.
Damn it, if she didn't need someone to pay the tab, no way she'd be tolerating this girl's noise.
After her mother passed away, Cheng Anya's stepmother had married her father, bringing Lin Li into the family. Though they'd lived together for three or four years, the relationship had always been tense. Lin Li hung out with shady people, changed boyfriends faster than flipping pages in a book — Cheng Anya had never liked her.
But she was broke, and she needed to get drunk. So she dragged Lin Li along to cover the bill.
Lin Li held back her fury. Stupid girl. You'll get what's coming to you soon. Seeing Cheng Anya down the drugged drink, she gave a satisfied smile and ordered the bartender to pour a few more. Then she slipped into the shadows near a side door.
"How about it? That's my little sister. Gorgeous, right? Three million. Non-negotiable," Lin Li said slyly to a sleazy-looking man. Drowning in loan shark debt and unable to pay, she had lured Cheng Anya to the bar under false pretenses to sell her off to a black market auction.
Bad luck for Cheng Anya — heartbroken and drunk. The perfect opportunity. Lin Li felt no guilt at all.
"Deal." The man stroked his fat chin, eyes gleaming with lust.
A real gem, he thought. This kind of girl could easily fetch ten million at the underground market.
Cheng Anya was a little drunk — but not completely gone. Damn it. Wang Rui said she was dull, boring? Fine. She'd show him how fun she could be. Getting drunk over a guy like him — seriously, she was an idiot.
She stood up, set down her glass, and staggered forward. Suddenly, her foot twisted, and she stumbled, crashing right into a man's arms.
A very young man — early twenties, at most.
His features were as flawless as if sculpted, dangerously handsome. He had an almost unearthly allure, an innate elegance and nobility that radiated from his every move. Yet his eyes were so cold they made that grace feel icy, distant.
An elegantly cold man.
Ye Chen's frosty gaze fell on the woman who'd thrown herself into his arms, his face instantly filled with disgust. He loathed clingy women who threw themselves at men.
But the moment his eyes met hers—
He froze.
Suddenly, the entire world lit up with vibrant color.