At the stalemate, Yan Shenyu, who was at the center of the storm, spoke up, still in that nonchalant tone: "These young people nowadays, they don't even do their jobs, all they do is drink, drink, drink. Your mother would cry if she saw you like this, okay?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was startled, as if they were genuinely afraid that their mothers would see them fooling around outside.
"Why are you hiding?" Xie Xiaoling said, exasperated. "Use your brains! Do you think your mother would come to a bar?"
The group of burly men looked at each other in dismay and lowered their heads in shame.
Xie Xiaoling ordered a table full of drinks from the waiter, raised her chin, and said, "Give me a drink."
Since Yan Shenyu has taken the initiative to contact him, then he shouldn't blame him for being impolite. He'll settle all scores, old and new, today.
Yan Shenyu glanced at the colorful wine bottles, then looked up without any emotion: "Did you really have to make a scene like this?"
“It’s okay if you don’t want to drink,” Xie Xiaoling raised her right hand and waved it gently. “If you don’t want to drink, someone will make you drink.”
Instantly, several burly men surrounded them.
Just as they were about to make their move, a drunken man approached with a bottle of liquor: "Beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?"
His actions were domineering and unreasonable, like a male peacock courting a mate, pushing aside a large group of people around him and monopolizing the sofa in front of Yan Shenyu.
The burly men looked at each other, unsure whether to make a move or not, and could only look up at Xie Xiaoling.
Xie Xiaoling: ?
Who the hell is that?!
Don't you know how to read the room when you're trying to chat someone up? I'm in the middle of a group fight, and you, with no sense of propriety, come and try to flirt with me?
"Get lost," Xie Xiaoling said coldly, having no patience for him. "He'll drink with me."
Xie Pingfeng glanced at him and laughed disdainfully: "You're not even as tall as him when you stand up, and you still want to pursue her?"
"Who the hell wants to date him?" Xie Xiaoling exploded. "If you don't leave, I'll take care of you too!"
Xie Pingfeng slammed the wine bottle on the coffee table with a "thud" and roared, "Who dares to mess with me?"
Not wanting to involve innocent people, Yan Shenyu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "I won't drink."
"Really not going to drink?" Xie Pingfeng asked with some regret, still trying to promote himself, "How about we add each other on WeChat? Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
“I don’t like men,” Yan Shenyu said calmly, choosing a reason the other party couldn’t refuse. “Sorry, you can leave now.”
Since everyone had already gone this far, Xie Pingfeng couldn't press the matter further, so he had no choice but to leave regretfully.
When he returned, a group of beautiful women in the booth smiled at him and asked, "What happened? Did your attempt to pick them up fail?"
Xie Pingfeng remained silent, then turned back for one last reluctant look, his eyes revealing obvious reluctance.
The woman who rejected him was a cool and stylish woman wearing a black T-shirt with waist-length hair. She was facing away from him, with half of her face hidden by her hair, revealing only a delicate, pale chin.
What's even more captivating, however, is her nonchalant air. Neither assertive nor ingratiating, she simply stands there quietly, yet she's more mesmerizing than anyone else. Xie Pingfeng, a veteran of nightclubs, had never encountered anyone with such a unique charisma.
Unfortunately... he should have known that such a unique beauty must also have a unique sexual orientation.
Xie Pingfeng was heartbroken and said listlessly, "She doesn't like men."
"Really?" Several girls in the booth lit up. "I'll give it a try!"
"To be honest, this guy is really a dream guy in the gay community."
"Look at that pale-skinned girl, I'm even jealous."
"Oh, it's her? I recognize her, she helped me when I came in!"
"You're lucky. If I fell down now, do you think she would come over and help me up?"
"Hilarious! You can try it yourself, throw yourself into someone's arms."
Several girls were eager to try, but Xie Pingfeng suddenly shouted, "You're not allowed to go! If any of you dare to pursue her, I'll be your sworn enemy for life!"
"Does it have to be so heartless?" the girls scoffed, but none of them took another step forward.
Xie Pingfeng filmed a video from afar to commemorate her heartbreak.
"Is it really that bewitching?" someone joked. "Young Master Xie is actually posting about it on his WeChat Moments?"
"You don't know anything," Xie Pingfeng said, looking down at the text. "It's just that bewitching, even more so than the Gu worms of Miao and the witchcraft of Xiangxi."
Everyone laughed, but Xie Pingfeng remained alone, grieving.
...
Xie Xiaoling on the other side was also smiling.
He looked at Yan Shenyu across from him, a forced smile on his face: "Drink it, or do you want them to feed you?"
“Drinking is fine,” Yan Shenyu said, sitting back on the sofa and crossing her legs. “I’m just worried that if I get drunk, I might accidentally post some indecent videos online.”
"Still trying to make excuses?" Xie Xiaoling sneered, then winked at the thugs beside her, "Hold them down..."
The next moment, Yan Shenyu held up his phone screen.
In the dimly lit bar, the phone screen shone like a small sun, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around.
Beneath a dense cluster of roses, two men were embracing intimately, their clothes disheveled and their movements sticky.
"You—" Xie Xiaoling's eyes widened suddenly. After he saw what it was, he jumped up and reached out to snatch Yan Shenyu's phone.
The latter simply leaned back gracefully, dodging his attack.
Enraged, Xie Xiaoling quickly told the thugs beside her, "Grab him!"
"You think I only have this one copy?" Facing the crowd's approach, Yan Shenyu remained calm and unhurried. "I already sent the video to someone else. If I don't deal with it in two hours, it will automatically be posted online."
Xie Xiaoling let go of her hand in frustration, her face so gloomy it could drip water.
"Can we talk now?" Yan Shenyu looked up, her gaze calm as she looked at Xie Xiaoling across from her.
The latter's chest heaved rapidly as he stared intently at him for a long while before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "What do you want to talk about?"
“Let the pink-haired girl go,” Yan Shenyu said. “I don’t want any irrelevant people here.”
Xie Xiaoling took a deep breath: "Okay."
At his signal, the thugs who were holding down the pink-haired man released their hands.
Pinky wanted to leave, but was worried about Yan Shenyu, and said with red eyes, "Brother Yan."
"Get lost," Yan Shenyu kicked him in the butt, "Don't get in my way."
Pink Hair wanted to say something more, but Wu Yun stopped him.
Yan Shenyu: "And you..."
“Wait,” Xie Xiaoling interrupted him, “It’s not convenient to talk here, let’s go to another private room.”
“No trades, let’s talk right here,” Wu Yun replied first.
Xie Xiaoling didn't even look at him, but instead asked Yan Shenyu, "And what's your answer?"
Yan Shenyu nodded: "Okay."
"Brother Yan!" Wu Yun reminded him, "There are a lot of people here, so they won't dare to make too much of a scene. If it were a private room, no one would know if something happened."
“It’s okay, you wait for me outside,” Yan Shenyu simply shook his head and said calmly, “Also, order me a serving of Jianghu Ji’s spicy crayfish. I’ll be ready by the time the delivery arrives.”
Wu Yun opened his mouth, but in the end he resigned himself to staying where he was and watched Yan Shenyu's figure disappear into the distance.
"Still in the mood for crayfish?" Xie Xiaoling sneered, thinking disdainfully: "Leaving such a death flag in front of him, are you afraid you won't be dead fast enough?"
Xie Xiaoling raised her hand and beckoned a short, slightly overweight man, lowering her voice to ask, "Do you still have that kind of medicine from last time?"
“Yes,” the man nodded, “but I just got some new stuff yesterday, it’s even more exciting than the old kind, wanna try it?”
Xie Xiaoling narrowed her eyes and gave Yan Shenyu's back a sinister smile: "Yes, the more exciting the better."
...
Wildfire Technology: It was nearly 11 p.m., but the entire technology park was still brightly lit.
In the CEO's office on the top floor, the unfortunate secretary on the night shift looked up and saw that Xie Siyan still had no intention of leaving get off work, so she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"President Xie is working too hard. It looks like he'll be working until the early hours of the morning again."
“What’s a little early morning?” another secretary chimed in. “Last time I stayed up all night with him.”
Another secretary said sympathetically, "You're the one who's really in a bad situation."
“Yes, I was so tired I felt like I was going to die from exhaustion. I even took half a day off and still felt like I hadn’t slept enough. But President Xie didn’t close his eyes at all. He worked overtime until eight in the morning and then held a general meeting for senior executives with great energy.” At this point, the secretary gave a thumbs up in admiration. “President Xie’s energy is truly amazing.”
"Sigh, maybe that's why I can't become a CEO. As Lu Xun said, a CEO is someone who uses the time others spend drinking coffee to work."
"However, to be fair, Mr. An from the corporate business department used to be a workaholic, but after getting married, he gradually began to focus on his family."
"Yes, they've all moved their off-get off work time from midnight to 9 pm."
"Uh..." After a long silence, a secretary said quietly, "Sigh, it would be nice if the president could get married too."
"Um... instead of waiting for the CEO to get married, you might as well wait until you reach retirement age."
"Well……"
“Alright, I’m not going to slack off anymore,” the more senior secretary stood up. “Looks like it’ll be late again tonight. I’ll bring the president a cup of coffee.”
Five minutes later, the secretary brought coffee to Xie Siyan's desk.
"President, you've worked hard overtime. I made you a cup of coffee..." Before he could finish speaking, a deafening "thump thump" sound came out.
The secretary looked up curiously and found that their workaholic CEO was scrolling through his WeChat Moments, repeatedly watching a short video of someone dancing at a club.
This was the first time the secretary had encountered such a situation, and she was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"No need," Xie Siyan said, putting down his phone and standing up. "I have personal business to attend to. You can go home now."
Five minutes later, a black Rolls-Royce drove out of the park gate and headed towards the glitz and glamour of the bar street.
A note from the author:
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In BL (Boys' Love) novels, there is often a plot like this: a dance student and a sports student live in the same dormitory for some reason. The dance student is exquisite and beautiful, both innocent and seductive, and a natural straight man; the sports student is bursting with hormones, a hot commodity in the gay community, but claims to be a die-hard straight man.
They tested each other, flirted and teased, and after various back-and-forths, finally got together. Then they did all sorts of naughty things in the dorm room, as if their other two roommates were invisible.