As Lin Jingzhe walked back, the music grew loud again and the couple that had been kissing and groping each other in the corner were still inseparable. Nothing had changed—except for his state of mind. His eyes swept over their joined lips and he felt a shiver up his spine; his entire back tingled.

His lips were numb. He licked them instinctively and seemed to still taste a hint of red wine.

He suddenly remembered the feeling just now, being engulfed and invaded by another person, the man’s lips so hot that they burned, his tongue skillfully teasing his own. This temperature seemed to penetrate through his skin and infect his brain, leaving behind a deep, indelible mark.

Lin Jingzhe suddenly returned to his senses. He shuddered, thinking that he had really drunk too much, then realized he hadn’t rinsed his mouth!

Fuck!!!

He returned to their table. Gao Sheng and the others had finished their meal, and Tian Dahua was trying to persuade them to have some fruit too.

Lin Jingzhe grabbed a full untouched glass from the table and knocked it back, not caring what the contents were.

Voice a little hoarse from the burn, he said, “It’s getting late, Mr. Tian—why don’t we end the party here?”

Surprised, Tian Dahua looked at him and caught sight of his lips. “Mr. Lin…?”

He thought of something and began to open his mouth but in the end said nothing, only putting on a knowing expression. “Of course, of course, let us disperse! Don’t worry, Mr. Lin, I understand,” he nodded repeatedly.

Lin Jingzhe couldn’t be bothered to care about what Tian Dahua “understood.” He inwardly rolled his eyes, then raised his chin towards his friends, signaling them to leave.

There was a burst of laughter from the seats nearby. Lin Jingzhe turned to look, and he saw red.

The guy in the flower-print shirt turned out to be the same person he saw in the trading room this morning, Curly Hair’s companion!

Tian Dahua settled the bill and went forward to lead the way to the exit. Lin Jingzhe’s gaze swept over their table and grabbed a glass of whisky with ice that the man hadn’t had time to drink.

Hu Shaofeng was playing a little lip-feeding game with his new friends. The soft and charming beauty in his arms embraced his neck and kissed him coquettishly as the roaring music onstage made his blood boil. In short, he was feeling on top of the world right now.

Just as he was about to kiss the most flirtatious girl, the collar of his shirt suddenly tightened. Before he understood that somebody was grabbing it from behind, ice-cold liquid poured down his hot back!

Hu Shaofeng let out a shriek. While he was in a state of shock, something hard hit the back of his head. Furious, he let go of the girl, jumped to his feet, and spun around to see which bastard was so bold.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see anyone suspicious nearby—in the dim light of the nightclub, everyone was chatting or dancing and no one paid any attention to him.

Cursing angrily under his breath, with no other choice than to accept this incident as a bout of bad luck, he cleaned up and returned to the sofa. 

He must’ve fallen victim to some bored asshole’s prank!

However, his bad mood was soon scattered by the girls’ teasing and flirting. In high spirits again, he and the beauties began to enjoy themselves more and more.

Then, he felt another smack on the back of his head, this time so powerful that he fell forward and crashed onto the table.

Hu Shaofeng supported himself against the table, amazed by today’s misfortunes. Fuck, wasn’t it enough to be made a fool of once?!

What the hell is your problem, motherfucker?!

Hu Shaofeng finally couldn’t bear it. Outraged, he grabbed an unopened bottle next to him, got up and turned around, glaring fiercely—

Uh…

At the sight that greeted him, he deflated like a punctured balloon, his temper disappearing in a flash. Xiao Chi, who had been gone for so long, stood there with an expressionless face, his eyes gloomy and his whole body radiating a barely restrained threat of violence.

As soon as Hu Shaofeng saw him, he knew that his friend was really angry. He discreetly put the bottle down, let out a cough, and drew closer, cautiously asking, “Hey, what’s wrong? Who’s been suicidal enough to piss you off? Come on, tell me, I’ll get somebody to beat the bastard up!”

This fucking fool still dares to say this!

Xiao Chi hated that he couldn’t trash this idiot, but he couldn’t admit what had happened to him a moment ago. His eyes swept around, but he couldn’t find the arrogant, big-eyed jerk.

The unremitting, aching pain in his body and the anger roiling in his mind mingled with each other—in the end, the root cause of everything that happened was Hu Shaofeng! Xiao Chi raised a hand and pointed at him. “I’ll deal with you later,” he growled.

Then he turned around and slowly walked towards the exit.

“……”

Hu Shaofeng was scared but also baffled. He and the girls looked at each other, but no one knew where Xiao Chi’s anger came from.

This evening, he’d been splashed with cold whisky and hit on the head, then Xiao Chi gave him another whack, so strong that his ears were still ringing.

Hu Shaofeng reached behind him and felt around the table. His hand chanced upon a glass of beer, and he drank it in one gulp.

He wondered numbly, Was I cursed or something? Why the fuck am I so unlucky today?!