Chapter 72 - Going Back Thirty Years II
After Bai Xi had dinner with his parents, he went to Qiye Road with Mr. Han, saying he had something to do. At eight o’clock in the evening, when the street was just beginning to get lively, all the customers were a little excited because of Aspis’ return. They rushed forward to place their orders and asked Mr. Wang to prepare the drink himself.
“He is my guest today,” Linda chewed gum and drove the person away impatiently.
“I have never been your guest,” Wang Yuanchen leaned over and looked at her. A hint of threat flashed in his beautiful eyes. He lined up a dozen wine glasses with his right hand, opened the bottle with a “bang,” stood up, and greeted the person in front of him. The girls smiled and he said, “I’m treating you today.”
As expected, there were screams and cheers, as well as flashing lights. Mr. Wang welcomed everyone who came, just like a photo puppet at the entrance of the park, charging five yuan a time. He was good-tempered and polite to every customer.
Linda rolled her eyes angrily and turned to go about her own business. In the booth, Bai Xi peeled off a plate of pistachios, placed it in front of Liu Chunchun, and asked sincerely, “How are you feeling now?”
“It’s okay,” Liu Chunchun answered truthfully, “It’s just a bit noisy.”
Not far away, Mr. Wang was surrounded by a large number of beautiful women, but he just felt a little noisy.
Bai Xi was speechless and choked in his heart. He then turned to look at the bar. The ice cubes rotated rapidly in the flask, mixing the liqueur and white cocoa to create a wonderful velvety taste. Wang Yuanchen garnished the milky white cocktail with bright red roses, then pushed it to the customer in front of him. “Irish Fairy, as beautiful as you.”
“Thank you,” the sexy and hot beauty took out a sparkling gem from her handbag and placed it in Mr. Wang’s hand in a very revealing gesture. Her red nails slid across his palm as she complained, “This bar has become a lot less fun since you resigned.”
“I’m so sorry,” Wang Yuanchen held her hand and kissed it in the air. His eyes were full of light, and he could have written a flirting textbook with them.
Liu Chunchun, born into a small-wealth family, had never seen such a corrupt bourgeoisie. He was so amazed that he even forgot to eat the delicious pistachios. After careful observation for a long time, he finally concluded that Mr. Wang could only be so patient and gentle with girls. As for the same sex—whether it was Han Zhuo, Bai Xi, or himself—they could only receive violent and cruel treatment.
“That’s what you actually think?” Bai Xi was shocked when he heard this. Not only did it sound like there was no progress, but it also seemed to have gone back thirty years.
Liu Chunchun was puzzled. “Is there a problem?”
Bai Xi was speechless and couldn’t help but sigh deeply. He stood up and sat down next to Liu Chunchun. He then put his arm around his shoulders and shook him vigorously.
“Dad really didn’t educate you well.”
“Stop sitting here, come and have a drink.” Han Zhuo put down the drink in his hand, strode to the bar, and lowered his voice to warn Mr. Wang: “If you still don’t want to give up, restrain yourself now.”
“Why should I restrain myself, and what shouldn’t I give up?” The beautiful and arrogant bartender said in a disdainful tone. At the same time, he glanced “carelessly” in the direction of the booth and saw that Bai Xi was dragging Liu Chunchun, as if he was trying to pull him over.
Mr. Wang: “…?”
“I—I’d better sit here.” Liu Chunchun refused to move. He didn’t want to disturb the revelry of Wang Yuanchen and dozens of beautiful women. He picked up Bai Xi’s ear and said, “He’s been in a really bad mood lately. Today it’s rare that he is in such a good mood tonight, so why don’t you go and call Brother Han back?”
Bai Xi was amazed by this confusing reaction, completely defeated, and just wanted to clasp hid fists and admit defeat.
In the end, Linda couldn’t stand it, so she snatched the wine glass from the beauty’s hand with a “snap” and temporarily handed the bar over to Han Zhuo. She carried Wang Yuanchen through the corridor, letting the loud music and cheers disappear through the wooden door at the other end.
“Girl,” Wang Yuanchen repeated for the hundredth time, “I have no interest in a wizened figure like yours.”
“That’s not what you said when I first came here.” Linda spat out her gum to the side, her eyes very naked and straightforward, as if she wanted to see the strong and beautiful muscles through his shirt, and finally tilted her head, smiling. “But it doesn’t matter. I like difficult challenges.”
“There is no challenge more difficult than making the underground warehouse disappear.” Wang Yuanchen avoided her hand and took two steps back. “I wish you success.”
“What happens after success?” Linda leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest. “Will you agree to go on a date with me?”
“When it comes to dating and love, my promises don’t have any credibility.” Wang Yuanchen lit a cigarette. “I’ve expressed my love to at least three hundred people in this bar, but they’re all smarter than you. At least no one will take it seriously.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Linda opened the collar of her shirt, looked down first, and then looked up at him. “Anyway, one-third of my body is artificial. If you like breasts, they’re just some fat. What else is there? Let me think… muscles?”
Wang Yuanchen’s face suddenly turned gloomy, and a hint of warning flashed in his eyes.
Linda giggled at the change in his expression. She quickly moved closer and placed a kiss on the side of his handsome face. Then she turned around and ran away, saying loudly, “I agree, deal is done!”
The petite figure disappeared behind the door, and the light briefly shone in for a moment, making her pink hair look like a layer of snow had fallen, turning it into silvery white like butterfly wings before disappearing into the darkness again.
The surroundings were very quiet, and Wang Yuanchen shook his head in his heart. Half of the pack of cigarettes was smoked before he opened the door to the corridor and walked out. The deafening sound of music swept over him again. Liu Chunchun asked carefully, “Did you just went to smoke?”
“What do you want to drink?” Wang Yuanchen did not answer him, but took him to sit on a chair by the bar. “Orange juice or carrot and tomato juice?”
The drinkers around them were laughing and looking over, trying to figure out whose child had come to the bar to buy juice.
Liu Chunchun squinted at the wine list on the blackboard at the bar, but the light was so blurry that before he could finish reading the words “Frost Watermelon Deqili,” a glass of wine was already placed in front of him. The round, tall glass was mixed with grenadine, yogurt, and a little white rum. It looked very cute and pink.
“Thank you.” Liu Chunchun took a sip. It was sour and sweet, indeed better than carrot and tomato juice.
“What’s this name?” he asked.
“A little idiot.” Wang Yuanchen said in his ear, every word squeezed out between his teeth.
Liu Chunchun: “…?”
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Han Zhuo and Bai Xi had already left the bar, but they didn’t go home. Instead, they slowly walked along the lively street and stood beside a flower stand, balancing on the bricks.
“What are you thinking about?” Bai Xi asked after a while.
“I’m thinking of you,” Mr. Han replied.
“Liar.” Bai Xi put his hands in his pockets and smiled at him while walking backward. “When you were thinking about me, you didn’t have the same expression just now. Tell me honestly, what are you thinking about?!”
“…” Han Zhuo raised his hands in surrender. “You are really smart.”
Bai Xi raised his eyebrows proudly.
“I’m thinking about Linda,” Han Zhuo said truthfully. “I’m really curious about who her ‘father’ is. Daisy has also investigated it, but there is no result.”