Flash Marriage to a Billionaire Husband: Lovely Wife for the Taking

Chapter 32: The Charming Girl

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Meimei held Xia Yanxi’s hands in her own, cupping them to her face. Her tears were flowing fast, drenching Yanxi’s hands as she continued to beg Yanxi. She swallowed her pride and said, in between sobs, “Yanxi, of all the sisters here, you are the best dancer there is. Sixth Master says there is a V.I.P coming tonight. I dare not ask the others to take over my role, fearing that something might happen. Please… I beg you. Everyone will be wearing masks… if that is what you fear… Please help me…”

Xia Yanxi was not strong at heart. Also, Meimei had been naught but extremely helpful to her. Alas, she gave in to her sobs and agreed.

“Fine. I’ll help you. But this is the first and the last!”

Meimei cracked up a smile and jumped onto her for a hug.

***

Xia Yanxi had a knack for the art of dancing. Her mother had been kind enough to let that talent of hers sprout instead of nipping it at the bud. However, if she were still alive, and had found out that she was coming to a nightclub for pole dancing… Ugh… she would be pissed!

So was life. Cruel and realistic. A fine young girl, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, was forced to partake in a gig inside a nightclub. What would others think of her? Aside from being a frivolous woman.

Xia Yanxi got ready. She put on an extremely revealing dress, and a mask that covered only the corner of her eyes, as the DJ livened up the entire club, she paced slowly, and cat-walked onto the stage, shaking her hips as she did. The dress, or rather, the uniform she was wearing was a black tube top and a black skin-tight leather shorts that only covered as much as her lower buttocks. Her hair was let down, letting them loose and free, reaching down to her lower back. Her slender body was clearly emphasized as her shorts were dangerously low. Her boots, clacking on the floor of the stage, drew eyes from the crowd. Like the rest of the outfit, the boots were really tight, further helping others to visualize her sensual long legs. Even though she had masked her eyes, her burning red lips were a beacon in the night, capable of making even the coldest of men fall for her charms.

There she stood, in the center of the stage, where the cold, metal pole was set. Both men, and some women alike, were cheering, screaming, and clapping with excitement.

Xia Yanxi was unaffected by the roaring of the crowd. She had gotten used to being at the center stage, being greeted by such an enthralled crowd. Everyone’s attention was fixated on her alone and that made her a little uneasy. Nevertheless, she had to get this over with since she had already accepted Meimei’s plea.

The song started playing and her hands slithered around the pole. She kicked off the ground, giving her momentum to make turns around the pole, high above the ground. Both her legs now wrapped the top of the pole as she dangled downward, hands free from the pole, upside down. That was a move, considered to be difficult even for the experienced, for good reasons. Needless to say, that made the entire crowd go wild.

Unlike Meimei, she was unable to dance and smile at the crowd at the same time. Instead, she tightly sealed her lips, giving off a cold, unaffectionate look at the crowd. Instead of being turned off by that, the men especially, were greatly enticed.

***

There were seats in the club. Seats that required one to pay a huge sum of cash to procure. The best one, and only one, had the best view to the stage. There, sitting on the black, leather sofa, was a man that exuded the highest of sophistication. He was wearing a white shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing a firm chest and wide shoulder. The boney yet firm hand of his was holding a long lit cigar in between his fingers. He took a long draw, and puffed out smoke rhythmically. He narrowed his onyx-like eyes as they focused on the person dancing on the stage.

The blinding chromatic lights flashed about, reflecting off the body of the lead dancer, occasionally illuminating her as she spun about the pole. Her movements, her dance, her body, were all so captivating that it made the man’s heart flutter.

“Master Qiao, a drink for you…” a girl came before him, offering a glass of red wine. She was just another girl, of beauty unparalleled. Her white dress, clean cut look, only made her all the more attractive. She waltzed slowly, coming in closer to his side.

The man was the infamous Prince Qiao. His handsomeness was ruthless in enticing women. Who would not want to be his girl? Even as a side girl, they would be able to be someone special.

However… Whenever the famous Prince Qiao visited the Red Rose, he would never allow anyone, women especially, to be with him.

The girl in the white dress was new. She was beautiful, in a certain way that fit the taste of Prince Qiao. Or so she heard, that was why she had the guts to come before him.

As she glided in closer and closer, the overpowering smell of perfume assaulted his senses. A frown formed quickly and the man threw a stone cold glare at the insolent fool that dared to prey on the hunter.

“Get out of my sight!”

With a single glare, and words bellowed, the female was stunned stiff. Realizing that she had done something to offend the Prince, she bowed quickly, with the cup of wine slushing about, and ran off.