Chapter 6: The Goddess in the Black Slip Dress

The birthday party ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

At the entrance of the Gu residence, Wen Jiu and Wen Zhan shared a car home. After spending the night at home, Wen Jiu returned to her apartment early the next morning. There was no need to be in such a hurry, but she had some design drafts to revise and improve, and a sudden surge of inspiration had struck. All she wanted was to jot down those ideas before they slipped away.

By the time she finished her designs, it was already one in the afternoon. She hadn't had lunch yet, so she ordered some takeaway. Rubbing her sore neck, Wen Jiu picked up her phone and made a call.

The call connected quickly.

Before Wen Jiu could speak, a teasing voice came from the other end. "Jiujiu, you still remember to call your mother? I thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Mom, no way! I just got back to the country and had so much to take care of. You're my dearest mommy. Besides, you're out traveling. I didn’t want to bother you, so you could enjoy yourself."

Lin Sheng, her mother, laughed. "You and your silver tongue. I'll be home in a few days."

The mother and daughter chatted about family matters for a while longer before hanging up.

By the time the call ended, her food had arrived. After eating, Wen Jiu took her time heading to the bathroom, ran a bath, and planned to soak away the tension in her neck from working.

The bath was so relaxing that she dozed off without realizing it, only to be woken by a phone call. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw it was Shen Mengxia and answered.

On the other end, Shen Mengxia excitedly invited Wen Jiu to a bar, her tone brimming with enthusiasm—it was clear she was looking forward to it.

Agreeing to the invitation, Wen Jiu climbed out of the tub, donned her bathrobe, and went to the dressing room to pick out an outfit. Since they were heading to a bar, she chose a black bodycon strap dress and applied a slightly heavier makeup than usual. With her chestnut hair cascading down, she looked absolutely captivating.

After all, a night at the bar was meant for unwinding.

Checking the time and seeing it was about right, Wen Jiu drove to the spot where she and Shen Mengxia had arranged to meet.

Shen Mengxia was already waiting outside. As soon as she saw Wen Jiu park, she came over. Seeing Wen Jiu’s outfit, her eyes lit up as her hand instinctively reached for Wen Jiu’s waist.

"Jiujiu, it’s been ages since you dressed like this. Still as gorgeous as ever—no, even more beautiful!" Shen Mengxia giggled.

Her Jiujiu was always the most stunning.

Wen Jiu gently brushed off Shen Mengxia’s wandering hand and took her arm. "You’re looking great yourself, Xiaxia. It’s been years, but your figure’s only gotten better."

Wen Jiu stifled a laugh. Shen Mengxia really did have those enviable curves and perfect proportions.

Tonight, Shen Mengxia wore a crop top and hot pants, her long legs impossible to ignore.

The two teased each other for a while before heading into the bar.

The bar, called Goland, had a famously mysterious owner and extremely tight security. Not once in years had there been any brawls.

Because of this, Goland was a favorite haunt of City A’s elite and wealthy heirs. There were also private rooms on the second floor for guests to rest.

No sooner had they sat down than Shen Mengxia eagerly ordered several drinks, two of each, and raised her glass to Wen Jiu with a bold "cheers."

Wen Jiu cautioned her not to drink too quickly.

Shen Mengxia slapped the table, venting about her job. "Finally, I can really relax. After months of overtime, I finally closed that project! Being a corporate slave is truly tough."

With that, she gulped down another drink, only for Wen Jiu to stop her after a few sips.

"Xiaxia, slow down. I know you can hold your liquor, but not even you can keep up this pace."

In Shen Mengxia, Wen Jiu saw the suppressed spirit of every working person.

Glass after glass, they drank together.

The drinks Shen Mengxia ordered weren’t especially strong, and both had good tolerance, so they drank without restraint.

Once they were both tipsy, Shen Mengxia eagerly dragged Wen Jiu into the dance floor.

Ever since graduating high school, the two had let loose—bars, drinking, dancing, they mastered it all.

As the rhythm of the music pulsed, Wen Jiu relaxed, moving her body to the beat.

It was a rock track.

She adjusted her moves to the rhythm. Having studied many forms of dance since childhood, this kind of energetic dancing was child’s play for Wen Jiu.

She truly found herself unwinding.

Soon enough, both were lost in the music.

At the same time, in a private room on the second floor, a man’s gaze was drawn to the two women dancing below.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, "That face, that figure—she’s a goddess among mortals!"

He turned excitedly to the two men beside him, who were deep in conversation. "Qi, Huai, come look! There are gorgeous women downstairs!"

Gu Zehuai and Lin Youqi exchanged a knowing glance and chose to ignore him, continuing their discussion.

After all, they had seen this scene countless times and were immune to it by now.

Unbothered by being ignored, the man kept watching downstairs.

A few minutes later, as if he couldn’t sit still any longer, he got up and headed out, calling back to Gu Zehuai and Lin Youqi, "You guys don’t get it—this time, I’ve really found true love! That little black dress danced right into my heart! Goddess, here I come!"

With that, he quickened his pace toward the dance floor.

Gu Zehuai and Lin Youqi, rarely roused by Pei Yi’s excitement, found their curiosity piqued. Though Pei Yi always seemed like a flirt, it was rare for him to be so fired up.

They rose and moved to the terrace, which offered a full view of the floor below.

This was the largest and best-situated private room in Goland—not available for reservation, it was the exclusive domain of Gu Zehuai, Lin Youqi, and Pei Yi, who also happened to be the bar’s secret owners.

Gu Zehuai glanced toward the dance floor below. Just one look, and his eyes froze.

Once he was sure he hadn’t mistaken her for someone else, the corners of his lips curled faintly.

So, he had finally seen a completely different side to her.