Gentileza Oculta

On the night of Song Wanxi’s twenty-sixth birthday, there was no surprise—only shock.

Surrounded by a few close friends, she pushed open the door to the private room at the club. Inside, the lighting was dim and the music seductive, stirring the air. Several scantily clad hostesses swayed provocatively, their dance a haze of sensuality and lust. It was a scene of debauchery, a tableau of indulgence and excess.

“Sorry, we’ve entered the wrong room.” Liao Xue nodded apologetically to those inside, holding Song Wanxi’s arm. “Wanxi, our room is next door.”

Song Wanxi shook off Liao Xue’s hand and calmly fixed her gaze on You Jin, who sat on the sofa. Her heart ached, her fingertips tingled. Two years of marriage—she knew his reputation for scandal, knew he played around. Yet seeing it with her own eyes brought a heartbreak she could not suppress.

You Jin saw her too, but his expression was eerily composed, untouched by any ripple of emotion. His face remained unchanged.

“Sister-in-law!” Wu Weiwei stood up from beside You Jin, rushing to explain. “Don’t misunderstand, we were just fooling around.”

“Sister-in-law, it’s not what you think.” The two men nearby also stood, visibly anxious.

Aside from Wu Weiwei, Song Wanxi didn’t know You Jin’s friends. He never brought her into his circle.

Wu Weiwei waved at the dancing hostesses, “Stop dancing, turn off the music, everyone out.”

The hostesses hurried to comply, switching off the music, gathering their scattered clothes, covering their exposed bodies as they walked out. As the