After my divorce, I started to have good luck

Divorced men, those who know, know.

At first, it seems like they're free and liberated, but life without a woman's companionship, especially at night, leads to sleepless nights, nights upon nights of insomnia.

Psychological loneliness doesn't need mentioning; physical discomfort and repression are objectively present too.

For those like Chen Feng, who suddenly became wealthy, seeking relationships with women becomes a normal thing. For those with fewer means, occasionally visiting massage parlors is understandable. For those without means or courage, self-soothing is the only choice.

Yuan Dawei naturally falls into the category of those with means. His monthly salary is seven to eight thousand, and with bonuses and allowances, earning 150,000 to 160,000 a year is within reach, especially since the company is doing quite well.

That's just legitimate income. There are also some grey incomes, like connecting friends and acquaintances, taking care of people within his job's scope, which adds up to ten thousand or so in extra income annually and piles of various gifts.

Thus, he is one of those divorced men with means, easily able to support a woman if he wants, but he's rather frugal. Despite having some money, he maintains a simple lifestyle, rarely buying clothes, eating at his workplace, barely spending any money. His house was bought upfront with help from his parents.

The only considerable expense is the 2000 yuan monthly child support he gives for his daughter.

Additionally, there are the monthly visits to clubs or massage parlors.

His usual frugal habit has him visiting a massage parlor three times monthly, about once a week, spending only one or two hundred each time, which saves some money.

He visits a club once a month, where the cost is higher, usually over a thousand, depending on the person and the type of hotel, the booked room, drinks, etc.

Today, Yuan Dawei was provoked, his mind burning, disregarding his self-imposed monthly rule. He left eagerly, driving to a club he had frequented previously.

But today, he decided to indulge once.

At this point, going for a massage couldn't extinguish his flaming heart.

He arrived at the club just after four in the afternoon. Today being the weekend, the club opened early and had guests inside.

This delighted Yuan Dawei, who was worried about arriving too early, thinking the club might not be open. Arriving now was perfect, with fewer guests and the escorts free to choose.

Each time he visited massage parlors or clubs, he was cautious. He had chosen six massage parlors and two clubs, rotating his visits among them.

Thus, he averages a visit to each of these places every two months, avoiding any smartphone contacts and minimizing conversations with the staff, who barely recognize him.

In this aspect, he's quite conscious about security.

However, the club he visited today wasn't one of the two he had previously chosen; the reason being simple—it was too expensive.

Although he enjoyed visiting previously, the high spending discomforted his miserly nature.

But today was an exception; the provocation he felt made him willing to spend, and the club had high-quality offerings where stunning escorts could be chosen if you were willing to pay.

He went inside, booked a small private room, ordered a dozen Carlsberg, a must-have, and then proceeded to choose a host.

He picked a hostess named Lily.

Lily stood about 1.6 meters tall, with a beautiful face, seemingly 23 or 24 years old, an age of a woman's prime. Her fair skin and outstanding bosom made her possess a natural air of purity rarely seen in such clubs.

After a round of probing conversation, the two agreed to go out for a late-night snack.

Yuan Dawei, unbothered by the unfinished beers, urgently pulled Lily out of the room.

Rushing to the lobby cashier, quickly paying the bill, he continued pulling Lily outside.

Then, having just stepped out, a person suddenly dashed out and punched him in the face, leaving him dizzy and stumbling.

Next, the man rushed over, kicking him hard a few times, causing Yuan Dawei to howl in pain.

"You bastard! Son of a bitch! Bastard!"

The man, gritting his teeth, cursed while hitting, getting more vigorous with each strike. On the floor, Yuan Dawei was utterly dazed.

Lily screamed repeatedly, rushing forward to pull the suddenly violent man, shouting "Stop fighting," "Stop fighting," not long before the man slapped her hard, leaving her covering her face and crying.

"You whore! I was blind to fall for you. Didn't I provide for you? Didn't I give you what you needed?" The man hysterically shouted at Lily, fists clenched, eyes fierce, ready to beat her.

At this point, the club's security finally reacted, rushing over several men, quickly pinning the attacking man to the ground with his hands behind his back.

The man struggled hard, like a carp on land, but unfortunately, two fists couldn't fight four hands and was ultimately immobilized by the security, his mouth covered, only able to make muffled sounds.

The leading burly security guard shouted angrily, "Are you looking for trouble? How dare you cause trouble here? I think you're fed up with life."

"What are you shouting for? Quickly drag him away, drag him away, quickly!"

The female lobby manager arrived, waving quickly to several security, signaling them to drag the man away, so as not to disrupt the club's business.

Several security guards, covering the man's mouth, lifting his legs, quickly hauled the man away.

Lily wanted to follow, but was held by the lobby manager, who eyed her sternly, making Lily dare not move.

"I apologize, sir, for your trouble. Do you want to check at the hospital?"

The female lobby manager bent over in front of Yuan Dawei, expressing sincere apologies and softly inquired.

Yuan Dawei grunted, getting up from the ground, angrily said, "How do you run your business? I came here for fun, but ended up beaten. What's with that man? Is it just settled like that?"

"I'm truly sorry, sir, this is our negligence. The man just now should be Lily's boyfriend, so... in short, we overlooked this. How about we waive your consumption tonight? Additionally, we'll give you a gold card, with an 85% discount on future visits."

The female manager's voice was sweet, her posture humble, giving Yuan Dawei sufficient respect.

Yuan Dawei practically guessed the man's identity just now, resigning himself to bad luck. Yet, having been beaten in the club lobby, the club surely bore responsibility for failing to ensure customer safety.