Dean, holding Ye Ye’s jacket and purse, chased out of the restaurant. She had left without anything, how would she get back to the hotel? The bodyguards at the door approached, pointing towards the side of the restaurant where there was a phone booth. Dean followed their direction and saw Ye Ye, wearing only a spaghetti strap top, shivering slightly, hugging herself, rubbing her arms to keep warm. He walked over quickly, brows furrowed, and draped his jacket over her. Ye Ye felt the warmth and looked up into Dean’s beautiful lake-blue eyes, “I was wondering if you’d bring out my jacket!” “How did you know I’d come after you?” Dean asked. “I didn’t know, but I knew you’d leave eventually. I was planning to go back in to get it after you left…” Ye Ye sniffled, her nose red from the cold; September in Paris was much colder than in Hong Kong. Ye Ye, used to warmer climates, seemed particularly susceptible to the cold here. A complex emotion flashed in Dean’s eyes as he took off his own jacket and placed it over Ye Ye’s shoulders, “Silly girl! Aren’t you angry?” He thought Ye Ye would be upset about what just happened, but now, she seemed not to care at all. “Why would I be angry? I’ve already slapped her,” Ye Ye laughed, her fierce demeanor from earlier gone. “Want to go somewhere else to eat?” Dean was surprised by Ye Ye’s magnanimity, smiling lightly. “I’m full.” “Anywhere else you want to go?” “Aren’t you a married man? Don’t you need to go home?” Ye Ye asked curiously. “Does my being married bother you?” Dean asked, not understanding why he was so drawn to this girl he just met, but he couldn’t help wanting to be close to her. “Not really… because you’re not mine, why should I care?” Ye Ye gave a wry smile. Dean felt inexplicably upset by her indifference, frowning in silence. Ye Ye, seeing his silence and the slight unhappiness in his beautiful eyes, took his hand, “Aren’t you supposed to accompany me? Let’s go to a bar, okay?” Dean remained silent but allowed Ye Ye to hold his hand, feeling an inexplicable warmth in his heart. “Come on, which one? It has to be the best. I won’t settle for anything less!” Ye Ye muttered while pulling Dean forward, her eyes scanning around for a high-end bar. Dean gave a meaningful, faint smile. What a beautiful and changeable girl, gentle like a cat, confused at times, fierce like a tigress, and now acting all coy and endearing… “Let’s go to the one across the street; it looks expensive!” Ye Ye’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the bar across the street, “But this time, you can’t clear the place, okay?” she said to Dean. Dean nodded in agreement. The two, hand in hand, walked towards the bar across the street, with the bodyguards diligently following. They were puzzled; their usually aloof CEO was being so gentle and attentive to a Chinese girl today…
Inside the bar, lights flashed, crowds moved, and the air was thick with smoke and the seductive sounds of music. Dean led Ye Ye to the VIP area facing the stage, casually ordering a bottle of Hennessy. They sat close, sipping their drinks while watching the dancers in the crowd. The dynamic music and ever-changing lights set the scene. Suddenly, after a series of electronic beats, the DJ’s seductive voice announced, “Welcome, everyone, to our most popular dancer — Miss Angelina!” The crowd erupted in applause, whistles, and cheers, like a boiling pot. Ye Ye curiously watched the stage where a dancer in a sheer black tulle dress stepped onto the stage, her long brown wavy hair flowing, her gold three-piece lingerie visible through the transparent fabric. She gripped the pole on stage, threw a kiss to the crowd, and began to dance provocatively with the music…
Dean watched Ye Ye’s eyes widen in amazement, gently pulling her closer, “Is it that fascinating?” He had seen many such performances, and this one didn’t particularly impress him. “Yes, very sexy!” “Such a little girl!” Dean tapped her forehead affectionately, his eyes full of an indulgence he didn’t realize he possessed. “Come on, let’s dance!” Ye Ye said in a sweet voice, getting up and removing her jacket, revealing her sparkly purple spaghetti strap top, ready to hit the dance floor.
Upon hearing Ye Ye call him “Huo,” Dien gave a wicked, satisfied smile and extended his large hand for Ye Ye to pull him up. Ye Ye frowned, looking at Dien, who was acting like a big shot, and avoided his outstretched hand. Instead, she walked directly between his widely spread legs. Ye Ye smiled, bent down—startling Dien, what was she going to do? Ye Ye reached out—Dien was expectant—she grabbed the loosely tied tie around Dien’s neck, smiled contentedly, and that was it. Dien felt a bit disappointed as Ye Ye pulled him up by his hand, and they headed to the center of the dance floor…
The outstanding duo, once they joined the moving crowd, immediately attracted everyone’s attention, even overshadowing the hard-working dancers on stage. Dien moved his body confidently to the rhythm, his hands firmly holding Ye Ye’s slender waist. Ye Ye danced with satisfaction, her long hair jumping under the lights…
Suddenly, the dancer on stage knelt at the edge of the stage, leaned forward, revealing an enticing cleavage, her bright lips curved into a seductive smile, and her slender finger made an inviting gesture towards Dien—the crowd erupted. Men envied Dien, as in their eyes, this dancer named Angelina never took the initiative to invite guests…
Dien ignored Angelina’s blatant seduction, responding with a cold sneer. However, Ye Ye, in his arms, felt the odd atmosphere around them. She turned to see the dancer still trying to seduce Dien with even more provocative moves. Seeing Ye Ye turn, the dancer provocatively looked at her, as if to say: Little girl, let me show you what a real woman is! Ye Ye was very angry, so—the consequences were severe! Pushing Dien away, Ye Ye supported herself with one hand on the edge of the stage, leapt up amidst the gasps of the crowd, pointed at the dancer, and said with a stern, beautiful face, “PK!” “OK!” The dancer, seemingly thinking Ye Ye was overconfident, responded with a dismissive sneer.
[From Paris to Rome: Chapter Six, Ye Ye and the Dancer]
Ye Ye walked to the other side of the pole, pulled it with force, and her body clung to it as she danced. Her delicate body under the purple suspenders moved like a graceful serpent, less vulgar than the dancer, but with a charm that was both soft and strong. Her long, deep red hair flew like a fairy, every strand visible under the light. Her long, beautiful legs, encased in tight jeans, now leaping and now kicking…
She was absolutely a splendid, alluring elf in the dark night! The dancer also performed with all her might, her professional and seductive steps stirring the desires in men’s hearts, but it was a performance the crowd was accustomed to…
After the music ended, both stopped dancing, breathing slightly heavily. When the crowd gave a warm applause to Ye Ye, the dancer gave a forlorn smile but gracefully approached Ye Ye, extending her right hand—Ye Ye was surprised but also reached out in a friendly gesture—”You danced really well, girl!” the dancer said with a smile. “Thank you, you were good too!” Ye Ye replied politely. The applause from below was thunderous…
Ye Ye looked at Dien smiling below the stage, she walked to the edge, gave a mischievous smile, and suddenly jumped forward—she was gambling on whether Dien would catch her…
