Chapter 1: The Beautiful and Rich Fiancée

Dianxi Province, Feiyun City.

The moon hangs over the willow, lovers meet after dusk.

As the streetlights flickered to life, Zhou Lang, filled with immense excitement, stepped into the city's most upscale restaurant.

He was in his early twenties, with short hair, average build, and a slightly darker complexion. He was currently a third-year student at Dianxi University's Medical School.

His ancestors were once prominent, but now, only he remained of the Zhou family.

"Sir, how many in your party? Do you have a reservation?"

As soon as he entered the hall, a waitress in a maid's uniform approached him, bowing slightly.

Although the waitress was petite, her chest was quite ample. With a bow, a expanse of white skin was revealed, and a pair of full, round breasts jiggled a few times, making her quite alluring.

"This high-end restaurant is really something else. Even the waitresses are stunning. No wonder rich people are willing to spend tens or hundreds of thousands here for a meal." Zhou Lang's heart fluttered, and he smiled slightly, "Private Room No. 8. My friend is already waiting for me."

"Sir, please follow me."

A hint of surprise flashed in the waitress's eyes as she led Zhou Lang towards Private Room No. 8.

Inside the private room, the lighting was soft. A beautiful woman, wearing sunglasses, sat with her legs crossed, her posture very elegant.

The beauty was in her early twenties, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a white camisole on top and black hot pants below. Her full chest pushed the camisole high, giving the impression that it was about to burst.

Her beautiful legs were incredibly long, and paired with sheer stockings, they looked extremely tempting. Any man would probably want to touch them.

Even more stunning was her classic oval face, fair skin, and sparkling eyes. Her lips were full and rosy, very sensual.

Around her neck, she wore a diamond necklace, exuding an air of nobility. She was clearly a typical 'White, Rich, and Beautiful' woman.

"Such a woman should only exist in heaven; it's rare to see her on earth. So Ye Qianqian is even more beautiful than on TV! My grandfather truly had foresight back then, choosing such a captivating wife for me!"

Zhou Lang's eyes were a bit glazed. Thinking of his relationship with this beauty, his heart itched. With such a beauty to warm his bed, what more could he ask for?

"Are you Zhou Lang?"

The beauty took off her sunglasses, glanced at Zhou Lang who had just pushed the door open, and said somewhat arrogantly. Her voice was beautiful, like a celestial melody, but it sounded cold.

"Yes."

Zhou Lang nodded, excitedly sitting across from the beauty and said, "Ye Qianqian, have you thought things through?"

"Thought what through?" Ye Qianqian asked, no longer looking directly at Zhou Lang.

"To be my wife. I came all this way to Dianxi University just to find you. For the past three years, I've visited your house many times, but your bodyguards didn't believe I was your fiancé and wouldn't let me in. I left them my number, but you never called me back."

Zhou Lang spoke non-stop, "Today, when I received your call and knew you wanted to see me, I was so excited… I…"

"Me, your wife? Are you out of your mind?" Ye Qianqian interrupted Zhou Lang, saying coldly, "Are you worthy?"

"But my grandfather and your grandfather arranged our marriage back then," Zhou Lang quickly said, "I even have the marriage contract signed by both old men on me."

"That's ancient history, it doesn't count. You should look at the huge disparity in our statuses," Ye Qianqian said. "My father is the boss of Zhongtian Group, and I'm a household name celebrity. But what about you? You're just a poor student, a nobody. Do you also want a toad to eat swan meat?"

Buzz!

Hearing Ye Qianqian's words, Zhou Lang's mind nearly exploded. He hadn't expected his so-called fiancée to say such hurtful things at their first meeting.

However, Ye Qianqian was right. He was a poor student who had to work part-time at The Bar to afford his studies, while she was a wildly popular singer whose appearance fee alone was hundreds of thousands.

They were worlds apart, one in heaven, one on earth.

"Since you don't intend to marry me, why did you call me here?" Zhou Lang calmed down slightly, looking at Ye Qianqian and questioning her.

Earlier, when he received Ye Qianqian's call, he thought she intended to try dating him to see if they were compatible. He never expected the reality to be so far from what he imagined.

"I came to get the marriage contract from you, so you won't keep trespassing into my family's Villa and disturbing my family's life."

Ye Qianqian snorted.

"Is this also your father's wish?" Zhou Lang looked directly at Ye Qianqian.

"That's right, my father completely disagrees with this marriage. He wants you to take a good look at yourself and see if you're worthy of me!" Ye Qianqian's tone became even colder and more arrogant.

"This is too much!"

Zhou Lang, repeatedly insulted by Ye Qianqian's words, also lost his temper. He said, "I can't give you the marriage contract now, but our engagement can be dissolved. Tomorrow, I will announce in the newspaper that I'm divorcing you, Ye Qianqian. From now on, we will have no further connection."

"That's not up to you!" Ye Qianqian said coldly. Then she took out her phone, dialed a number, and said, "You can make your move!"

Before Zhou Lang could understand what Ye Qianqian was doing, a young man in a suit led three burly men storming in with an aggressive Aura.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Lang realized the danger and stood up.

"Qianqian is my woman." The man in the suit wrapped his arm around Ye Qianqian's slender waist, glared at Zhou Lang, and sneered, "I'm not afraid to tell you, my name is Nie Yuanxiong, and my father is the Vice Mayor. You're not qualified to compete with me for a woman. You'd better be sensible and hand over that worthless marriage contract!"

"I won't give it to you…"

Zhou Lang said that matters between men and women should be based on mutual affection and willingness. His Zhou family had fallen, and it wasn't impossible for Ye Qianqian to break off the engagement, but her attitude was truly unacceptable.

Bang!

Before Zhou Lang could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by one of Nie Yuanxiong's men.

He was then firmly held down, and Nie Yuanxiong retrieved the slightly yellowed marriage contract from his pocket and handed it to Ye Qianqian.

"Zhou Lang, from now on, I have nothing to do with you. If you ever come looking for me again, or spread any rumors that I'm your fiancée, I'll have someone break your legs."

Ye Qianqian said, and then, in front of Zhou Lang, she tore up the marriage contract.

"Ye Qianqian, you're going too far… Ye Aotian was a hero of his generation, how could he have a descendant like you? Do you think just because you're rich and beautiful, I have to marry you? If I had known you were this kind of person, I never would have come to find you!"

Zhou Lang watched the marriage contract turn into fragments and fall to the floor, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared. This was beyond endurance; at this moment, his blood was boiling.

"You still dare to talk back? Beat him!"

Nie Yuanxiong cursed, and his three subordinates immediately started punching and kicking Zhou Lang. Ye Qianqian watched Zhou Lang with a blank expression.

The private room had excellent soundproofing, so no one outside knew what was happening inside.

A few minutes later, Zhou Lang was beaten black and blue, while Nie Yuanxiong, Ye Qianqian, and the others left triumphantly.

"These two scoundrels!"

Zhou Lang struggled to get up from the ground. His nose was still bleeding, trickling from the corner of his mouth down to his neck.

Around his neck, there was an ancient copper coin tied with a red string. When his nosebleed flowed onto the coin, a faint five-colored light suddenly shone from it.

However, this light disappeared instantly, and he didn't notice it, stumbling out of the private room.

…

Zhou Lang was quite sturdy. Although he had taken a beating, it was only external injuries. After leaving the restaurant, he planned to take a taxi back to school. He had been an orphan since childhood and had often been beaten, so these injuries were not enough to warrant a hospital visit. All his current savings amounted to eight hundred yuan, which would likely be spent completely if he went to the hospital, and then his living expenses would become a problem.

He tried to hail several taxis on the roadside, but the drivers, seeing Zhou Lang's bruised and battered appearance, all decisively refused to take him. He had no choice but to endure the pain all over his body and slowly walk back to school.

It was summer vacation, and very few students remained on campus. His three roommates had all gone home, leaving him alone. This was also good, as no one would ask where his injuries came from. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain; who would believe that he and Ye Qianqian had a marriage contract?

It was already past eight in the evening, and Zhou Lang's stomach was rumbling with hunger. Fortunately, he had boiled water in his dorm, so he made a packet of instant noodles to fill his stomach.

After showering in the bathroom, he gritted his teeth and applied some Safflower Oil to his bruises.

The summer weather was very hot. Even though it was evening, it still felt unbearable. He lay on his bed, shirtless and only in his underwear.

Recalling Ye Qianqian's hurtful words and Nie Yuanxiong's threats, the impetuous Zhou Lang couldn't sleep.

"These two scoundrels, one day, I, Zhou Lang, will avenge the humiliation I suffered today." He secretly vowed in his heart.

But then, he felt a bit deflated. Ye Qianqian was a popular singer, her family was incredibly wealthy, and she had climbed the social ladder by connecting with Nie Yuanxiong, the Vice Mayor's son. Did he truly have the ability to wipe away today's shame?

His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts until past one in the morning when Zhou Lang finally drifted into a hazy sleep.

…

Zhou Lang didn't know how long he had slept when he suddenly woke up. He found himself in an antique-style large room, sitting naked in a large wooden tub, taking a bath.

The wooden tub was steaming, not with just hot water, but with a faint medicinal fragrance. Soaking in it felt very comfortable.

"Where is this?" Zhou Lang was very alarmed, as this was an unfamiliar environment he had never seen before.

"Master, your servant is here to scrub your back."

Suddenly, a clear, bell-like voice rang out. A young girl, wearing only a bathrobe and barefoot, walked towards him with a smiling face.

The girl looked to be only seventeen or eighteen, yet she was incredibly tall and curvaceous, about 1.7 meters in height, with a figure that was prominent in front and rounded behind, forming an S-shape. Her somewhat short bathrobe couldn't conceal her alluring figure; a expanse of white on her chest and her long, slender legs were clearly visible.

Yet, this girl had a pure face, full of classical and elegant charm, like a beauty from a painting.

Zhou Lang used to think Ye Qianqian was an extremely beautiful woman, but compared to this girl, she fell far short. In terms of appearance, skin tone, and temperament, this girl surpassed Ye Qianqian.

With such a beauty offering to scrub his back, how could he possibly maintain his composure?

Realizing he wasn't even wearing underwear, he quickly clamped his legs together and stammered, "What… Master… servant? Who… who are you? Wh-where is this?"