When Ruan ngxi was driving to the bar, she made a phone call to Tang Wan. They hadn’t exchanged many ssages before that.
"... It’s not that I wanted to find you, it’s because Zeyan called . He’s worried sothing might happen to you." Tang Wan was holding a small toy, amusing her son.
"Worried about ?"
"Isn’t it because of the news online causing trouble? He’s afraid you’re upset, and after all, you’re dragged into this because of his connection with you. He might be feeling bad, and since you don’t want to see him, he’s probably overthinking and went out for a drink."
"He’s overthinking. When I was at school, I heard all kinds of nicknas. It’s not like I’m that fragile."
"He likes you and cares about you, so it’s easy for him to overthink. You should go find him quickly; I won’t take up your ti any longer."
...
Ruan ngxi hung up Tang Wan’s call and dialed Qi Zeyan several tis, but nobody answered.
She then called Jiang Chengsi, asking him to keep an eye on Qi Zeyan.
"Alright, got it. This is my turf, what could possibly happen? Just co quickly, I’m waiting for you."
**
Inside the bar’s private room
Qi Zeyan leaned on the sofa, dozing off for a while. He braced himself on the sofa, staggered to his feet, seemingly ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" Jiang Chengsi was playing on his phone.
"To the bathroom, I really need to go."
"Want to go with you?"
"What do you an? Are you going to help ?"
"Get lost, just hurry up and co back—" Jiang Chengsi didn’t have the habit of accompanying a man to the bathroom. He kept his head down, continuing to play on his phone, and just glanced as Qi Zeyan passed by.
He tried to open his eyes wider, thinking he must have drunk too much and his vision was blurred!
"Jiang Xiaosi—"
"What do you want now?" Jiang Chengsi wasn’t very patient, and a drunk guy breathing whisky fus over him was naturally intolerable.
"You’ve got sothing wrong with your brain."
"You’re the one with the problem. Have you drunk too much and want to fight?"
"You’re in a bar, glued to your phone playing chess? Are you out of your mind?" For soone who loves extre sports to play chess on the phone...
"Chess is profound and deep, what do you know?!"
"You lose even at Gobang with Jiangjiang, and you’re playing chess, are you kidding ?"
"Get lost, are you going to the bathroom or not?"
Qi Zeyan burped, braced himself on the wall, and went to the restroom. In the anti, staff ca in with so fruit platters and inadvertently got a glimpse of Jiang Chengsi’s phone screen, feeling quite shocked.
Jiang Chengsi wasn’t generally known for patience, and playing chess not only requires brains but greatly tests patience, which doesn’t quite fit his character.
In fact, Jiang Chengsi used to think playing chess was boring, sothing only old n in parks did to pass ti, but after getting to know the rules, he found it sowhat interesting.
...
As for Qi Zeyan, after going to the restroom, he splashed his face with cold water, which sobered him up a bit. Instead of returning directly to the private room, he went to the counter for a pack of cigarettes and found a smoking area.
He lowered his head to open the pack, and even before stepping inside, he overheard bits and pieces of a conversation, seemingly about so woman’s great figure.
He loathed such talk, especially when a few n had a couple of drinks and lost their sense of reality, using won as conversation pieces to show off. He had just pulled out a cigarette.
"... With that figure, she’d definitely be wild in bed. If one has such a goddess by their side, there could be sothing fishy between them."
Qi Zeyan was just about to put the cigarette back and leave when he heard his na ntioned.
"No wonder Young Master Qi is utterly infatuated. A woman with so at is good; honestly, being too skinny... doesn’t feel right."
"Probably just a fling. With so many ugly photos, would the Qi Family accept this kind of person? Don’t they care about their reputation?"
"But truly, her figure is fantastic, especially in formal attire."
...
These guys were clutching their cigarettes, still puffing away. Soone approached through the swirling smoke, and initially, they didn’t see clearly. As he got closer, they were scared out of their wits.
They may not have t Qi Zeyan in person, but they had seen photos. They never expected to et him here.
"Q-Qi Young Master."
Qi Zeyan remained silent, rely lifting his hand to press the cigarette against a side trash bin.
The motion was slow yet forceful, veins bulging on the back of his hand, clearly exerting great strength, causing the tobacco inside to fall away, Qi Zeyan’s eyes sowhat bloodshot from drinking.
In a hoarse voice: "What were you just saying?"
The group exchanged glances, nobody daring to speak up at the mont.
"Young Master Qi, um... we’ll be leaving now." None of them dared to linger any longer, tossing their cigarettes and hurriedly fleeing. Qi Zeyan tossed the finished cigarette into the trash bin, sneering, "A bunch of cowards."
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