CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 161: I NEVER EXPECTED SHE HAD SUCH A WILD SIDE!

Very quickly, Ian Sterling prepared two steaks, two beautifully fried half-boiled eggs, and two portions of pasta. He asked the woman still lying on the sofa:

"Do you still want me to carry you over to eat?"

"Then come and carry me over," Vivian Nolan sat up, deliberately reaching out to him.

Ian merely gave her a cold glance, and one by one brought all the dishes to the table, sat down, and elegantly cut into his food with a knife and fork.

She pouted and walked over, playfully wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on his handsome cheek, "A reward for you..."

Ian froze for a moment, immediately flung her hands away, pulled out a napkin to wipe the spot she kissed, with a serious expression and a cold, heartless tone:

"Miss Nolan, I’ve said before, I only like your sister; I’m her boyfriend now. Do you think your actions are appropriate?"

The seriousness in his words unexpectedly left Vivian feeling sour in her heart, uncomfortable, and she responded coldly:

"Then is it appropriate for you to have slept with your girlfriend’s sister? And now you pretend to be so virtuous?"

"That night was an accident. If you weren’t Summer’s biological sister, I would have already kicked you out. Please leave by this afternoon."

After speaking coldly, Ian stood up and left the apartment without eating.

"..." Vivian watched the man leaving and slamming the door, feeling even more upset, as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, making it hard to breathe.

Yes, she wasn’t as outstanding as her sister, didn’t have as good a job, wasn’t as smart. Her sister wore exquisite suits every day, spoke with confidence, and even her smile carried the right amount of dominance, so they all liked her sister.

Even their mother preferred her sister—

When they were young, their mother would always give the biggest apple to her sister, saying, "Summer needs to do well in exams, she deserves more."

When her sister received her first paycheck and bought makeup and clothes for their mom, the mother proudly boasted, "My Summer is so filial and capable!"

But when Vivian used a month’s salary to buy her mom makeup, she complained it was too cheap and tossed it into the drawer, never to take it out again.

Now, even these men think her sister is better. Is she really that inferior?

Feeling uncomfortable, Vivian grabbed her phone and left, no longer staying with him, not caring that she was only wearing a nightgown.

She didn’t return to her own home and took a taxi as soon as she got downstairs.

In the afternoon, Ian attended the hearing of Summer’s court case, captivated by her sharp arguments and swift, intelligent questioning in the solemn courtroom, her confident and commanding presence.

After leaving the courtroom, they went to a café together.

"Did Elias Spencer say anything to you at noon?" he asked after taking a sip of coffee.

"Not much. What are you worried about?" Summer laughed and asked.

"Of course, I’m worried he’ll steal you away..." Ian said, suddenly holding her hand with a sense of insecurity, "Can you keep your distance from him in the future? I’m not trying to restrict your freedom, I just don’t want you with him."

"Okay." Summer replied straightforwardly; she also wanted to stay away from that man.

"Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"I’m your girlfriend now; I should keep my distance from him anyway." She said.

Ian believed her, feeling sweet inside, happier than having honey, though suddenly the thought of Vivian flashed in his mind, a hint of concern crossing his eyes—

He hoped that girl wouldn’t bother him again, and always keep the events of that night a secret.

"Didn’t you say you wanted me to try your cooking before? Why not make me dinner tonight?" Summer proactively sought to get closer to him.

He was taken aback but happy she wanted to have dinner at his place, yet worried Vivian hadn’t left yet, he could only find an excuse for now,

"Tonight... I happen to have a social engagement..."

"Then it will have to be another day." She said.

"Next time, I’ll definitely cook you a sumptuous meal for you to try." Ian said, holding her hand.

-

Evening, at the bar.

Ian came here with a few clients; recently, his father’s reputation had been quite bad, making it inconvenient for him to socialize, and Ian only learned of this engagement after returning to the group.

These clients were relatively young and liked this kind of lively bar. As soon as they walked in, the explosive and rhythmic music instantly lifted spirits and excited everyone.

All worries seemed to shake away once you stepped into this place.

Flashing lights blinded the eyes.

The dance floor was crowded with men and women.

"Why is the place even more lively tonight?" one man commented, looking around.

"It’s clearly the music that’s different, look at that DJ on stage, it’s not the same as before..." They often came here, and previously, the DJ was a man.

Another man glanced over, the lights just happened to shine on the DJ, he raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly finding a hot and explosive beauty!!

Ian didn’t favor these loud and chaotic settings, finding it irritating, but overhearing the two discuss the DJ, he couldn’t help but glance over, and upon seeing—

He was shocked!!!!

On the raised platform, wearing headphones, dressed in a spaghetti strap nightgown, with a distant yet aloof look on her face, was Vivian?!

Wasn’t she still a university student?

How could she be doing this in a bar?

"Look at that female DJ, her figure and face are quite remarkable, and her dancing isn’t bad either, definitely a new hire by the owner, let’s have him bring her over for drinks." the man said, taking out his phone to call the owner, whom they knew well as regular big clients.

"Alright." Another man eagerly laughed, in this kind of place, women were available as long as you had money.

Ian cast a glance at the two men, didn’t stop them, and also wanted to teach that girl a lesson about the dangers of such places.

He looked back at the woman on stage, with just a casual twist and lift of her hand, she became the center of attention.

Every time her fingertips lightly touched the mixer, she expertly commanded the rhythm.

The notes seemed to dance at her fingertips, crash into everyone’s heart with dominance, as she stood on stage like a valiant female warrior, instantly igniting everyone’s emotions.

Ian had always thought she was a good girl—who knew she had such a wild side!

Vivian didn’t know Ian was there; she was operating the mixer with one hand, holding a bottle of whiskey in the other, taking a couple of swigs, then raising the bottle with the neck down, dousing it over her face. A shake of her long hair, and the crowd of dancers below erupted in exuberant cheers.

"Mr. Sterling, shall we sit at the bar tonight?" the client asked Ian.

"It’s too noisy." Ian looked at her, frowning, he had to admit, she was quite alluring at the moment, but what proper girl does this kind of work?

Did Summer know she was doing this job?

"... Then going into a private room is fine too." The client didn’t dare to go against his wishes, so they accompanied him to a private room, and shortly after, entered more than ten women dressed provocatively, wearing heavy makeup.

Ian said they didn’t need any, but the two men insisted on selecting one for him.