The sky changed, time always passed quickly; when Huang Yaru woke up from her dream again, the sky, which had originally been bright, was now shrouded in a heavy night.
She reached out to rub her eyes and lazily stretched her arms.
She had a sweet sleep, due to last night's turmoil and fright; her mind and body were exhausted, and she fell into dreams not long after collapsing onto the bed.
Considering the presence of the two energetic young men outside, she reluctantly arranged her clothes neatly.
After all, at this critical moment, safety was the foremost concern she needed to consider.
If, by any chance, those two silly boys indeed harbored any ill intentions toward her, given her capabilities, she absolutely had no way to resist them.
Casually grabbing a thin string from the computer desk in front of her, Huang Yaru tied up her hair with it.
It was her first time having the thought of dressing herself in a virtuous and gentle manner, knowing full well that she usually went all out to dress herself as enchantingly seductive as possible.
Because only in that way could she arouse a man's desires; because only in that way could she earn more money to fill her empty heart.
But at the moment, she had completely lost such desires, especially after experiencing last night's catastrophe.
Though she still didn't clearly understand what had happened, a woman's intuition faintly hinted to her that there was something amiss.
Could it be that the long-rumored apocalypse had truly arrived?
Feeling a rush of anxiety, a layer of frost appeared on Huang Yaru's pretty face.
However, in just a moment, she was back to normal.
The calmness cultivated over many years as a courtesan allowed her to reassess the current situation.
It must be said that Huang Yaru had encountered too many men in her life, the wealthy and the poor, the handsome and the homely—men from almost every industry had crossed her path.
To say she had experienced countless men is no exaggeration.
And precisely because of this, she had honed a penetrating insight.
Bluntly put, as long as the person was male, Huang Yaru often needed only a glance to see through a man's inner thoughts.
The two young men outside were fresh college graduates, unseasoned in life. To them, Huang Yaru, a seasoned song and dance girl, was as if they were facing a stripped woman, completely transparent and open, with nothing hidden.
Playing with her fingernails, Huang Yaru pondered carefully.
Without a doubt, through their brief interaction last night, she could sense Wang Qiang's affection for her, especially his eyes that intentionally or unintentionally lingered on her body with a burning gaze; she was sure he was infatuated with her.
"Hmm, this kid should be controllable, but the other one…" A wrinkle appeared on her fair forehead, and Huang Yaru paused her actions.
Tang Xiaoquan, this young kid barely in his twenties, should ideally be at an age full of fantasy and desire for women.
But what greatly surprised Huang Yaru was that from the first moment they made eye contact, he had never exhibited any inappropriate thoughts.
It must be noted that Huang Yaru had blind confidence in her seductive powers, whether in bars or KTVs; she could always make men madly infatuated with her, even the worldly-wise middle-aged men were no exception.
Yet, that silly boy outside…
He only showed vigilance towards her; presumably seeing her as a burden, and what worried Huang Yaru most was that between the two, the frail Tang Xiaoquan seemed to have more leadership power.
If things were as she deduced…
Then she would have to quickly bind Wang Qiang to her boat!
A sly and eerie smile curled at the corners of her lips as Huang Yaru set her plan.
Pushing open the door, the muggy air immediately rushed at her, mixed with the distinctive sweat odor of a homebody.
Huang Yaru frowned slightly, her delicate nose sniffed rapidly, only relaxing when she reached the kitchen doorway.
"Oh, Miss Huang, you, you're awake!"
A thick male voice sounded in her ear. Without turning her head, Huang Yaru had already recognized the voice's owner: Wang Qiang, the person she intended to win over.
With a magical change, she put on a dazzling smile. Elegantly turning to look back, her fluttering black hair lightly brushed across Wang Qiang's face.
This was an exclusive art of their trade, also a method of teasing men.
"Ah, hello, Wang Qiang!" Huang Yaru said with a radiant smile.
The voice, full of allure, pierced Wang Qiang's heart immediately, unaffected by the darkness in the corridor, unable to thwart Wang Xiaolong from gazing at her graceful silhouette.
Sniffing lightly at the subtle fragrance lingering in the air, Wang Xiaolong asked somewhat excitedly, "Well, Miss Huang, did you sleep well?"
Ha, indeed just a silly boy, Huang Yaru smiled to herself.
With men who hadn't experienced the pleasures of the flesh, she was fully confident in winning them over.
"Hehe!" Raising her hand to cover her face as she laughed, Huang Yaru's deliberately crafted image of a gentlewoman was truly impeccable.
If it weren't for personally hearing her recounting her past this morning, one might find it hard to believe she worked in the sultry trade.
"Hmm, I slept very well, thanks to your protection!" The teasing words stirred Wang Qiang's heartstrings once more.
They say the longer one stays indoors, the prettier even a sow seems.
Though slightly exaggerated, it reflects the dire plight of modern geeks to some extent.
Wang Qiang was not precisely a typical homebody; newly entering society with nothing to his name, his meager income barely covered basic needs, let alone seeking true love of his own.
Therefore, he naturally joined the most dominant generation of his era:
The **"Silk Generation!!**
Yes, **"Silk" represents being short, poor, and unattractive; the objects of disdain for the rich and handsome.
But it doesn't mean that the **"Silk" have no pursuits, because there's a saying: Even the "Silk Generation" will have their spring.
Blushing and awkwardly rubbing his hands, Wang Qiang shyly chuckled, "Hehehe, well, Miss Huang, you, you flatter me. In fact, protecting women is something we men should do. Ah, right, as you mentioned this morning, it seems you haven't eaten yet. How about we go eat now? I've prepared everything!"
"Hehe," a trace of an imperceptible glow flashed in her eyes as Huang Yaru feigned surprise, exclaiming, "Really! Thank you so much, I'm really hungry… Ah, Wang Qiang… you're so nice!"
Emma, upon hearing these words, Wang Qiang's heart was overjoyed. It was the first time a woman had said to him face to face: "You're so nice."
Suppressing his excitement, Wang Qiang foolishly scratched his head, and just as he shyly extended his hand to motion, he was beaten by a lazy voice from behind.
"Oh yo, my goodness, quit dawdling already, let's eat quickly before it all wilts!!"