The Wrong Night with Mr Right

Jean Jian walked out of A City International Airport in a pair of 10 cm stilettos.

The shining heels she had on were combined with a white chiffon shirt and a pair of black high waist pants, and they gave her the appearance of one particularly snappy business woman.

This style fully complimented her tall figure. Her jaw-length hair revealed her slender white neck, and her delicate face was covered by a big pair of sunglasses. Most movie stars would have found this woman's style and elegance worth a king's ransom.

She was inviting the admiring gazes of everyone around her.

Stopping at the gate of the airport, she narrowed her eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky.

Her last steps in this city had been taken three years ago. The familiar but now evolved sights invoked a complex feeling in Jean's heart.

At that time, her phone chimed to alert her of a message from her friend, Sabina Shangguan.

'Come straight to Nature Bar as soon as you arrive. Otherwise, you can forget about seeing me ever again!'

Jean pursed her lips into a soft smile. Sabina's personality hadn't changed at all.

She hailed a taxi and followed the woman's orders.

The bustling traffic took half an hour of her time before she finally arrived at Nature Bar

Then she went in directly.

The colorful glaring lights and the deafening music from the bar sent a frown on her face. She looked around but was unable to find the person she was looking for.

She brought out her phone and messaged Sabina, 'Where are you?'

The reply was quick. 'Room 9, just come in!'

Jean put away her phone and proceeded towards Room 9.

Inside Room 6, a handsome man was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons casually unbuttoned. His strong chest was faintly visible.

His gaze was fixed at the gently swaying liquid in the glass he was holding. His presence and the air around him were such that it prevented people from getting close. Somehow, he could strike fear into their hearts just by existing.

"Stark, since we are out for fun, can you change that long face of yours? Don't be such a killjoy!"

Stark Lu merely smiled at the dissatisfaction in Joe Guan's face. "You didn't have to call me out."

"Do you think I wanted to? The only reason I am here with you right now is because I heard that you hadn't left your office in two months. I was afraid you would die from boredom, so I invited you for a drink."

Stark glanced at him and rolled his eyes. "Mind your own business. Don't behave like a meddling granny!"

Ignored and disrespected like this, Joe was furious. He shouted angrily, "You're right! It's my fault. I'm the meddling granny. You know what? I should have left you alone and let you die of overwork!"

Seeing that Stark still looked indifferent despite his outburst, Joe was driven near insane. He picked up the glass in front of him and emptied it in one go, slamming it down afterwards with the heaviest possible thud. Stark didn't even look up.

With his anger still not vented, Joe pulled a barmaid and threw her onto Stark.

'He hates women getting close to him more than anything, doesn't he? I will make him suffer today.' Joe thought inwardly.

"You!" he barked at the maid. "Keep him company and please him."

Stark's face instantly darkened and began to exude an oppressive aura. Just as he was about to throw the woman away, the door of the room was pushed open.

Seeing the face of this uninvited person, Stark's dark pupils shrank slightly. This was impossible.

"Alright Sabina. I'm here. Can you stop acting like you always do? Stop threatening me, and just try to be nice for once! You could have just..."

Jean paused as she felt like something was wrong. She hadn't met Sabina for three years. The woman should be on her and hugging her with enough force to break the ice right now.

She raised her head and met a man's deep eyes.

The face brought a gasp from her as she felt like she had been dropped into an ice cellar.

Stark Lu!

Why did it have to be him, of all people?

Why had she run into him as soon as she had come back?

The next moment, her eyes fell on the woman in Stark's arms and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. She lowered her eyes and restrained all her emotions.

Clearing her throat, she apologized in a light and impassive tone, "I'm sorry. I have the wrong room." She closed the door and left.