That evening, they arrived outside a nightclub near Jiuyan Bridge.
As night fell, people streamed through the entrance to the bar: all kinds of slim waists and long legs, students, internet celebrities, and young office workers dressed to impress.
The air was thick with perfume, and there was a sea of bare skin.
"Good heavens, this place is something else!" Zhuang Jiayi stood beside Zhang Yang, looking like a curious kid seeing a place like this for the first time.
She looked every bit like a girl who'd been a good girl for years, but was secretly curious about nightclubs.
Zhang Yang admired the long legs for a while, then spotted a BMW hardtop convertible arriving fashionably late not far away.
The driver was a handsome young man, stylish and carefree, with an air of wealth about him. After all, even a student who drove a car worth several hundred thousand yuan must come from a well-off family.
And in the passenger seat? The campus beauty Zhuang Jiayi had mentioned.
She had a nice figure, but her face was a little cold. Honestly, she wasn't Zhang Yang's type. What was she acting so proud of?
As he watched from a distance, he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve.
"Zhang Yang..." Zhuang Jiayi said softly.
Zhang Yang looked down and saw a slender, fair hand gripping the hem of his shirt. It was obvious that Zhuang Jiayi felt a little out of place, being at a venue like this for the first time.
"Come on." Zhang Yang smiled and gently tugged her along, leading her toward the security guards at the entrance.
Just as they were about to go in, someone behind them suddenly called out to Zhuang Jiayi.
"Jiayi, my boyfriend booked a booth. Come sit with us later