Another unique feature of Didi Bar is that the proprietress never kicks anyone out. No matter who it is, whether man or woman, as long as they don't leave on their own initiative, as long as they are still drinking, even if they are drunk and asleep, she will continue to open the door and welcome guests.
This young master took advantage of this characteristic and deliberately delayed until late at night, when he was alone, before expressing his love to the landlady. As a result, the landlady told him that he was drunk and shouldn't talk nonsense.
The young master no longer bothered to hide his arrogance; he pounced on her and began to nuzzle her wildly, like a wild boar mating with its prey, while simultaneously pulling down his pants.
But just as he lunged forward and began to wriggle around, before he could even undo his belt, he suddenly froze, his whole body stiffening. Then, his face turned deathly pale as he stared in disbelief at his own stomach.
A hole appeared in the expensive clothes, and blood gushed out, instantly soaking the entire garment and dripping onto the ground.
The proprietress stood there with a cold, indifferent expression, completely calm. She showed no sadness or joy, but held a dagger quietly in her perfectly delicate hand.
Blood dripped from the tip of the dagger.
"You should leave. Consider today a lesson learned!" the landlady said softly.
The young master suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, clutched his stomach, and scrambled away. While being bandaged at the hospital, the doctor told him that if the wound had gone any deeper, he would have been crippled!
The young master was so frightened he almost wet his pants. As soon as his injuries subsided a little, he became increasingly angry, feeling he had lost a great deal of face.
He started inquiring about the identity of the bar owner, hoping for revenge. However, he hadn't been doing this long when a powerful figure contacted him, telling him to give up on revenge, behave himself, and consider it a lesson learned. That was all he said; if he persisted, he could continue, but he would face the consequences!
This time, the young master was truly terrified and dared not mention revenge again. He obediently admitted defeat.
The woman in this story is the one Li Yang is going to visit today—Zheng Jun's honorary wife—Wang Xia.
Li Yang parked his car in front of the Drip Bar. He stood quietly at the entrance for a while, his mind racing with various ideas on how to win over this unique and charming woman.
The lights at dusk weren't dim, and this was a rather secluded corner, but because of the proprietress's unconventional and stunning beauty, it attracted some sophisticated couples and college students.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few people. The business was managing to stay afloat.
Li Yang walked in. The bar was quiet, with only couples talking in hushed tones and exchanging glances. Even the singles sat quietly, either sipping wine or drinking beverages.
Of course, there are relatively few single women, but there are plenty of single men, all of whom gaze at the woman sitting quietly reading a book behind the bar with tender, adoring eyes.
The woman's long hair was styled in a beautiful updo, like a flower, which accentuated her delicate beauty, making her seem even more beautiful than the flowers themselves. She wore a lake-green cheongsam, and her entire being exuded a sense of desolate melancholy reminiscent of late old Shanghai. Looking at her evoked a faint feeling of sadness and pity, like a wild lily blooming in a lonely valley.
Li Yang didn't remember to take any action. The moment he saw her, he knew this woman had a story, and that things couldn't be rushed. It required a slow and steady approach, and a deep connection and resonance between their hearts.
Like the woman in "Love in a Fallen City," if one cannot enter the heart, all talk is futile; wealth and glory are fleeting like clouds. But if our hearts resonate and we truly understand each other, then like a moth drawn to a flame, we will be devoted and without regret!
A woman who is devoted to love, a woman born for love.
This is how Li Yang defines her.
Chapter 583: I've been searching for you for so long
"A glass of red wine," Li Yang said softly as he sat down.
The woman was right in front of him, and his sensitive nose caught a very special and pleasant scent. It wasn't perfume; it was the woman's unique fragrance.
"What's the price range?" Wang Xia glanced at Li Yang and asked casually. Her voice was light and detached. Li Yang was somewhat skeptical; could such a woman really be the daughter of a mafia boss?
She and Song Tian'er are practically the two extremes!
"A normal price is fine!" Li Yang said casually. Although he had studied red wine, he didn't like it, even though many people said that people who don't know how to appreciate red wine don't know how to live.
But Li Yang thought those people were just showing off. He preferred domestic baijiu, which he found stimulating, exciting, spicy, and full of masculine flavor.
"One glass." The woman casually picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it for Li Yang.
Her slender fingers were fair and beautiful, with neatly trimmed and clean nails, just like her.
A copy of "Love in a Fallen City" lay open on the bar, a famous work by Eileen Chang, which Li Yang had also studied. He nodded slightly, confirming his suspicions; this woman indeed resembled Liusu from the novel. She was practically a real-life Liusu.
"Fan Liuyuan is nothing but a playboy!" Li Yang said casually, sipping his red wine.
"You're still going to say that Bai Liusu is just a widow?" Wang Xia looked up at Li Yang and said calmly.
Li Yang shrugged and said, "I didn't say that. What I meant was that love is irrational!"
“Yes. Love has no reason, it’s irrational!” Wang Xia rarely nodded in agreement with Li Yang’s opinion. The eyes of the single men who had been watching and waiting for Li Yang to make a fool of himself almost popped out of their sockets.
Holy crap, is this even possible? The men deeply regretted not having studied Eileen Chang.
"You played the pipa very well. Have you heard of 'Pipa Language'? The lingering and poignant meaning of the pipa perfectly expresses the poignant and unspoken feelings of the pipa. It is one of the most outstanding pieces in recent years!" Li Yang said softly while sipping his red wine.
"Oh. You know about this too!" Wang Xia remained indifferent. She had heard this kind of talk countless times; it was just a way to get her to look at him more. She was very familiar with men's tricks.
"How about you play a tune on the pipa, and I'll dance along?" Li Yang said.
"What?" Wang Xia was taken aback. Usually, it was the men who played the music and the women who danced. She hadn't expected it to be the other way around today. Besides, she didn't think that Li Yang, this young upstart, could dance at all. Moreover, the artistic conception of the pipa could not be understood without experience and depth.
“I said you play the pipa and I’ll dance!” Li Yang repeated.
"Are you sure?" Wang Xia was a little curious, wondering what gave Li Yang such confidence, and wanted to see how he would perform.
“I’m sure!” Li Yang nodded.
"Alright, it's been a few days since you last played, so just dance around a bit!" Wang Xia said casually. It was as if she wasn't playing the pipa because of Li Yang, but simply because it was her duty to play.
After taking the pipa, she walked to the small stage of the bar, sat down, and held the pipa, ready to perform.
Li Yang put down his wine glass, walked to the center of the stage, snapped his fingers, and said, "Begin!"
From the very first note, the pipa's mournful and story-filled single tone filled Li Yang with a melancholic expression. His body moved as fluidly as water, his eyes wide and bright, his mind losing its ability to think, while his sensitive ears moved in rhythm with the pipa's melody.
He possesses the strength of a grandmaster, his physical body has long been fully developed, far surpassing those so-called dancers. Any movement his body can make is perfectly natural, making him even more impressive than those yoga masters.