As it turned out, Wen Yuhan's so-called change of clothes was just changing the white shirt he was wearing to a dark blue one.
The bar was neither too crowded nor too quiet, mostly filled with film crews. The heating was on quite well, and Wen Yuhan had only been sitting at the bar for a short while when she already felt a bit hot.
The bartender was a young man in his early twenties who had been working there for a while and had seen quite a few celebrities, big and small. But when he saw the man quietly drinking in front of him, he couldn't help but pay more attention to him. He felt that this man had a very special aura.
As if sensing the bartender's gaze, Wen Yuhan looked up and smiled at him. The bartender was taken aback for a moment, then quickly returned the smile, seizing the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Wen Yuhan: "You just arrived today, right?"
"Ah...yes, I arrived this afternoon." Wen Yuhan answered the bartender naturally, and took another sip of the wine in her glass.
"Are you an actor?"
Wen Yuhan shook her head and curled her lips into a smile: "I'm a cook."
"C-cook?"
The bartender looked surprised, then saw Wen Yuhan chuckle softly, his fist pressed against his lips, and nod, saying, "Yes, chef."
"Teacher, stop teasing him." Xiao Yang, who was already used to Wen Yuhan's unseriousness, helplessly explained to the bartender, "He's a screenwriter."
"Oh! Screenwriter teacher!" The bartender scratched his head and grinned. "No wonder, teacher, you're really interesting."
"Hmm? Interesting..." Wen Yuhan knocked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "But I'm actually a very unlikeable person. Can I smoke here?"
"Sure, feel free to smoke here."
The lighter made a faint "click" sound and a small flame popped out.
Wen Yuhan lit the cigarette and took a deep drag between his fingers.
The bartender stared at Wen Yuhan, momentarily lost in thought, thinking to himself that this man looked really good smoking; he had never encountered a screenwriter like this before.
Xiao Yang, who was standing to the side, noticed the bartender's expression and sighed inwardly. Did Teacher Wen even realize just how alluring he looked right now?
Thinking back to those days, I was also attracted to Wen Yuhan in a small bar. With just one glance, I was already deeply in love.
Long, slender fingers tapped lightly twice on the bar, and Xiao Yang and the bartender snapped out of their daze at the same time. Wen Yuhan, chin in hand, lazily asked the bartender, "Hey buddy, the drink is great. Any other recommendations?"
"Oh! Yes, we do. Do you need a high-precision model or..."
Xiao Yang was about to reply with a suggestion to order low-alcohol drinks when Wen Yuhan preemptively said, "High-alcohol drinks."
"Teacher Wen, your stomach is just feeling better," Xiao Yang complained, frowning.
"You're the one who told me to come down and relax." Wen Yuhan shrugged, amused, and asked in return, "If you come to a bar and don't drink alcohol, are you going to drink hot milk?"
"Actually, I recently tried making a hawthorn wine. Drinking a little bit is good for the stomach." The bartender turned around and went to the liquor cabinet to get the base liquor, then said to Wen Yuhan, "Would you like to try some, teacher?"
Wen Yuhan's expression changed slightly, then she shook her head and smiled, "No, I don't really like hawthorn."
Xiao Yang was about to expose Wen Yuhan for talking nonsense again, but when he saw the dimness in Wen Yuhan's eyes, he stopped himself from speaking. This time, what Wen Yuhan said seemed to be true.
How could this be? He clearly remembered that Wen Yuhan's favorite food was hawthorn.
"Vodka," Wen Yuhan ordered softly, then looked at Xiao Yang and said gently, "Just one."
Faced with Wen Yuhan's words, Xiao Yang couldn't refuse and could only solemnly emphasize again, "Hey, only one cup allowed."
The iced vodka rolled down his esophagus, leaving a spicy aftertaste, and Wen Yuhan finally felt his blood flowing again.
He was sitting right next to the heater vent, and the heat pouring down from above gradually raised his body temperature. Combined with the effects of the alcohol, his face went from pale to flushed. A little alcohol clung to his lips, glistening under the swirl of the lights.
Wen Yuhan rolled it into her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and Xiao Yang next to her suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat.
He had to be thankful again that he had come with Wen Yuhan; otherwise, given Wen's appearance, it would be strange if she hadn't attracted attention.
The stage lights suddenly came on, and a woman in a long black dress walked onto the stage.
The bartender gestured with his chin towards Wen Yuhan, pointing to the stage: "Our bar just got a new resident singer, she's really good."
As he introduced himself, the light music stopped, and a jazz melody played on a saxophone followed.
The resident singer's voice perfectly matched the melody, both husky with a touch of sexiness and languor. Following her voice, many people rose from the bar or booths to dance.
At this moment, Wen Yuhan's eyes were already slightly veiled with drunkenness, and he tapped his fingers on the table as he drank.
As the bartender wiped the glasses, he asked Wen Yuhan, "Teacher, aren't you going to jump?"
Wen Yuhan shook his head and laughed, "I've been uncoordinated since I was a child."
Perhaps feeling hot, Wen Yuhan raised her hand and unbuttoned the two buttons on her collar. The dark blue silk shirt, unlike cotton and linen, was not as easy to shape. After Wen Yuhan removed the buttons, it spread out slightly to the sides, revealing her prominent collarbone and neck.
He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes half-closed as he looked back at the crowd in the bar, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Whether it was the dazzling lights of the bar or the singer's ambiguous voice, Wen Yuhan seemed more alluring than usual.
It was a sight Xiao Yang had never seen before. He was stunned and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Would the real Teacher Wen be like this?"
"Let's go jump, teacher!" Xiao Yang suddenly reached out to Wen Yuhan as if possessed. "Please, just swing it around a little."
As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned bright red, and he wished he could bite his tongue and commit suicide on the spot.
But once the words were spoken, there was no going back. So Xiao Yang mustered all his courage and invited again, "If you agree, teacher, I'll do anything you ask!"
Wen Yuhan raised an eyebrow and looked Xiao Yang up and down: "Tsk, are you really so eager to see me make a fool of myself in public? I don't remember offending you recently, Xiao Yang."
"The teacher studied drama and took physical education classes, so she must dance very well."
Wen Yuhan was amused and sighed, "I study drama, not ballet."
"Teacher, come on..." Xiao Yang must have been drunk today, because he didn't intend to let Wen Yuhan off the hook. He didn't even know what he was competing with, he just felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, making his head feel hot.
Finally, Wen Yuhan was worn down by Xiao Yang's persistence, so she tilted her head back and drank the last sip of her drink before standing up from the bar.
The two went to the dance floor and blended into the crowd.
Wen Yuhan couldn't remember when he last danced or who he was with. He only felt the effects of the alcohol becoming more pronounced, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
The air was filled with the sounds of laughter. Xiao Yang looked at him with clear yet deep eyes, her lips moving as if she were saying something. The music rose and fell, near and far, and the changing light cast colorful shadows on the faces with their varied expressions.
He suddenly didn't want to think about anything anymore, and a strange sense of joy emerged at the end of his exhaustion and numbness. Wen Yuhan felt that he was probably completely sick. He closed his eyes and swayed slightly to the rhythm, brushing the stray hairs from his forehead back to reveal his smooth forehead.
He was unaware that his actions were drawing many curious or lustful glances toward him.
He just wanted to laugh out loud and shout freely... Wen Yuhan squinted his peach blossom eyes, which were tinged with drunkenness, looked at Xiao Yang who was standing in a daze, bit his cigarette butt, raised his chin, and smiled at him: "Jump."
His voice was hoarse from the alcohol, and the rising intonation sent a shiver down Xiao Yang's spine.
Xiao Yang suddenly felt a pang of regret, because he noticed that people were starting to swarm towards Wen Yuhan. His arm, intentionally or unintentionally, reached out to Wen Yuhan's waist, brushing against the thin silk fabric covering his body.
Xiao Yang quickly pulled Wen Yuhan aside and buttoned up his open collar. He leaned closer, looking intently into Wen Yuhan's eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Is Teacher any happier?"
"What did you say?" Wen Yuhan asked Xiaoyang with a smile.
Xiao Yang raised his voice a little higher: "Is the teacher any happier now?!"
The light suddenly changed color again, and the surroundings darkened briefly as the light and shadow shifted.
A fleeting hint of bitterness crossed Wen Yuhan's lowered face.
"No…"
The sound was drowned out by the more intense drumbeats, so Xiao Yang obviously didn't hear it and exclaimed, "Huh?!"
Wen Yuhan looked up and reached out to ruffle Xiao Yang's hair: "I said, be happy!"
Seeing the light in Wen Yuhan's eyes, Xiao Yang suddenly felt that living this life was worthwhile. He took Wen Yuhan's hand and started jumping around freely to the music.
At that moment, none of them noticed that a tall figure was pushing through the surging crowd and striding quickly toward the center of the dance floor.
His face was taut with cold lines, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura.
In his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, a surging hatred could no longer be concealed.
Wen Yuhan's waist was suddenly grabbed, his gaze darkened, and he instinctively tried to push his elbow back. But it was easily caught and held in a reverse grip.
Wen Yuhan immediately winced in pain, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the familiar scent of perfume mixed with tobacco reached my nose.
Wen Yuhan's eyes trembled slightly as the person behind him forcefully pulled him into their arms, forcing Wen Yuhan's back to press against the other person's hot, heaving chest.
His lips, through the mask, pressed against Wen Yuhan's earlobe, but the words he uttered were the complete opposite of this intimate contact. His deep voice, uttered in a volume only the two of them could hear, said:
"You slut."
Xiao Yang quickly recognized who this person was, but dared not make a sound, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble for Wen Yuhan.
He clenched his fists, wanting to rush forward to save Wen Yuhan, but was intimidated by the other's cold gaze and dared not make a move. He had a feeling that if he went forward now, Wen Yuhan might really die at Pei Shaocheng's hands.
There were a few men in the bar who were planning to "save the damsel in distress" and take the opportunity to hook up with Wen Yuhan.
But after sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the person in front of them, they all stopped in unison.
"Go," Pei Shaocheng commanded in a low voice. Seeing that Wen Yuhan remained unmoved, he added coldly, "Or do you want me to stay here and take you?"
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 32
The elevator went directly from the bar on the first floor to the suite on the top floor, and the carpet in the corridor was much more luxurious than on the other floors.
Wen Yuhan was dragged along by Pei Shaocheng, and the eerie silence made the suffocating feeling in the air even more intense.
Pei Shaocheng opened the suite door, pushed Wen Yuhan inside, and then locked the door behind him.
Because of this series of violent movements, Wen Yuhan's collar was open again, and probably due to the effect of alcohol, her pale skin was now covered with a thin layer of pink.
Pei Shaocheng stared at her without any attempt to hide his gaze, as if he could tear Wen Yuhan's shirt apart and see right through it. However, the tenderness and resentment he felt upon seeing her again were gone from his eyes; only cold, naked desire remained.
Feeling uncomfortable under the other's gaze, Wen Yuhan turned his head away, trying to cover his collar. Pei Shaocheng noticed his little action, chuckled contemptuously, and then raised his hand to tear open Wen Yuhan's collar again. The already soft silk could not withstand Pei Shaocheng's rough strength and slipped off Wen Yuhan's shoulder.
Wen Yuhan gripped the fabric tightly and silently put the shirt back on, only to have it stripped off by Pei Shaocheng once more.
The two seemed to be engaged in a silent contest, repeating the same action over and over again, one pulling up and the other pulling down, until finally the shirts were twisted into a crumpled mess, and the last button, along with a thin thread, fell onto the coral fleece mat under their feet.
A hint of humiliation and anger finally surfaced in Wen Yuhan's eyes. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger before calmly looking at Pei Shaocheng and saying in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Pei Shaocheng looked at Wen Yuhan's disheveled appearance, slowly turned around and sat back on the leather sofa in the room, lit a cigarette and looked Wen Yuhan up and down.
After a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't you like to be... wild and unrestrained... continue."