Especially that one ti, when a young model brought by Fu Lifei tried to offer herself.
She was almost killed by him on the spot.
Recalling that day, with Yan Yan drunk, eyes bloodshot, and gripping that woman’s neck, Fu Lifei still shivers to this day.
It seed that after that incident, he no longer ca out drinking with us.
Though he did have a few private etings, reaching out to Fan Xinglan or Gu Yixuan and Young Master Mao, but certainly not Fu Lifei.
Fu Lifei realized it was the trouble he stirred by bringing won, and for the past year, he has rarely engaged in such behavior, having beco much more restrained than before.
Seeing Yan Yan coming to have a drink with him, he quickly agreed, "Yes, of course, I’ll drink with you as much as you want!" Only I’m afraid you won’t feel like drinking later.
After silently adding that in his heart.
Fu Lifei chuckled inwardly, unable to hold back a bit of anticipation, wondering what expression Brother Yan would have if he saw Little Sister-in-law later...
Thinking of this, he instead felt sowhat nervous.
Mainly because the matter was too important for Yan Yan, like a heavy bomb; he feared that once it was said, it would blow Yan Yan away.
A bit tense, Fu Lifei ordered so drinks first, and the two started drinking.
Then Yan Yan realized that ti had unknowingly passed by half an hour.
Yet Fu Lifei, who took the initiative to et up, still had no intention of discussing the main topic with him.
Instead, he kept beating around the bush and occasionally glanced towards the stands, looking utterly absent-minded.
Not sure what big surprise he was brewing.
Yan Yan showed no interest in the surprise Fu Lifei ntioned, continuing to drink.
Maybe it was the numbing effect of the alcohol; although he wasn’t half-drunk, his mood had eased considerably.
After a few more drinks, he leaned back on the sofa, lazily asking, "So where’s the surprise you ntioned?"
Fu Lifei was waiting for him to ask, and upon hearing him, he imdiately put down his glass.
Took a deep breath, sat upright, and seriously said:
"Well... Brother Yan, no matter what, stay calm when I tell you later!"
Yan Yan, lacking interest but still cooperative, responded, "Hmm?"
Seeing Yan Yan sowhat composed, Fu Lifei also beca a bit calr, clearing his throat and saying, "I saw Little Sister-in-law yesterday..."
Yan Yan paused at first, his stunning yet gloomy face montarily blank.
Then his hand, holding the glass, suddenly tightened, his deanor still lazy, only his phoenix eyes fiercely fixed on him.
With a hoarse voice, he said, "What did you say?"
Fu Lifei thought he was going to ask about Yun Qiluo’s whereabouts, about to speak,
But unexpectedly, two seconds later, the man suddenly seed to realize sothing, the excitent in his eyes yet to surge, instantly cald, reverting to a still deeper dead water.
He reclined back on the sofa, lips curling in mockery, tilting his head back to drain his glass dry.
His face dark, tone dangerous, "I told you, don’t joke with like that."
Fu Lifei: "..."
It took him a while to react, realizing Brother Yan completely distrusted him now, thinking he was just ssing with him.
Though admittedly, the whole thing does sound unreliable.
He recalled seeing Fan Xinglan ntioning in the group last night that Brother Yan encountered Little Sister-in-law on the road, and his first reaction was also to think it was a hallucination.
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