Dreams Reign Supreme

At midnight, even in a metropolis, many neighborhoods had already sunk into tranquil darkness. Yet this did nothing to dim the dazzling lights of Jiangzhou’s most bustling nightlife district, where dozens of entertainment venues gathered in a riot of color and revelry. The rain, a mere drizzle, only served to accentuate the gleaming glass façade of Feifei Bar—a building whose brilliance seemed to rise from the earth itself, exuding an aura of extraordinary opulence. Beneath the golden glow, the transparent stone slabs and the swarm of alluring hostesses in fiery attire framed the grand electric escalator, upon which Bai Haonan’s ascent drew no small amount of attention.

It was not only that this tall young man carried, as if by right, a girl drunken almost beyond consciousness draped over his arm; nor that, at this hour, he still wore dark glasses. He was impossible to ignore—too ostentatious by far.

Even the ranks of hostesses bowing in unison at the door, or the crowd of ride-hailing drivers who surged forth at the commotion, hesitated to approach him: “Boss, do you need a ride…?”

Reeking of alcohol, Bai Haonan ignored them all. With the eager assistance of the lobby manager, he ushered his companion in her tight skirt into the passenger seat of a blue Porsche parked outside. With a casual pat on the manager’s shoulder, he climbed behind the wheel, and to the throbbing beat of rock music, the sports car roared away—leaving a trail of envy in his wake.

Her face was hidden, but the woman sprawled in the car left a lasting impression with her casca