The bodyguard whispered, "Tianyan Club."
Jiang Ruan had heard of this club, where only the elite and wealthy of Beijing could afford to spend. It was said to be extremely intricate, and the owner's background was rumored to be very powerful.
At the entrance of the club, the bodyguard opened the door, and Jiang Ruan got out of the car.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the opulent and luxurious European-style architecture, estimated to be over a hundred stories tall, exuding grandeur—it truly was the most lavish club in all of Beijing.
Jiang Ruan withdrew her astonished gaze and followed the bodyguard inside. The deeper she went, the more finely adorned women she saw, making her feel increasingly relieved.
Luckily, she had quickly put on some makeup on the way.
She wasn't afraid of looking ugly without makeup.
But in such settings, a refined makeup could boost her confidence much more.
