Jiang Ye chuckled and tucked his phone into his pocket, then grabbed a dry towel from nearby to start rubbing his hair dry.
In this world, there were very few people and things that could make the Young Master of the Jiang Family regret anything.
But, after a period of absence, when had Pei San become so extravagant?
At this very moment, of course, he had no idea that he would soon be slapping his own face.
He wiped his hair haphazardly with the dry towel, making sure it at least wouldn’t drip.
"Captain Jiang, playing cards? Losers stick a note on their face."
"Alright then, we’ll go have fun."
Jiang Ye was holding a yellow basin in his hand, filled with clean clothes and toiletries.
Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated again.
He stopped and took out his phone.
It was a photo from Pei San, followed by a special message:
"Are you sure you’re not coming?"
A string of smirking emojis.
Even a fool could guess that Pei San was probably uncontrollably laughing at that moment.
Upon seeing the photo, Jiang Ye almost threw his phone away.
At the same time, his face went completely dark, and his teeth gritted audibly. Read full story at novèlfire.net
The next second, he tossed the yellow basin onto the stone steps without replying to the message and directly called back instead.
The call was picked up quickly on the other end:
"Pfft, Lao Si, how’s the mood? Feeling the itch?"
This must be what they mean by a tease of a friend, right?
But was it just an itch?
Right now, he probably couldn’t wait to directly take out those wolf cubs crowding around the woman.
"I’m coming over now, Pei San, you tm keep an eye out, don’t let her get bullied."
Upstairs in the bar, Pei San’s handsome face was contorted with laughter:
"Alright, alright, but if Jing herself is willing, then I really can’t do anything.
So, Lao Si, you’d better hurry, or the duck that’s already in your mouth might fly away!"
The phone had been hung up.
On the first floor, in the bar’s main hall.
Since Lu Jing sat down, at least eight or nine young guys had come over.
Afterwards, they each took turns sitting beside Lu Jing, continuously calling her "sister, sister" without a break.
One moment they were attentively pouring drinks, and the next they were feeding her snacks, with two even giving her a back massage, so she didn’t need to lift a finger.
Tell you what, these young guys were all so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, young, with good builds, and an average height of at least 180cm. Indeed, however you looked at them, they were a treat for the eyes!
Lu Jing was initially not very comfortable and felt awkward.
But after realizing that the young guys weren’t going to do anything inappropriate, she started to relax a lot.
So, this was what they meant by "finding some fun?"
Miss Dai had only chosen two to attend to her and it seemed she was quite used to it.
"Lu Lu, how do you feel?" she asked.
Lu Jing pursed her lips:
"Not bad," she replied.
In truth, she still wasn’t accustomed to it and felt awkward.
I’ve always said you’re too stiff, you don’t know how to enjoy yourself.
No worries, in the future, your sister will take you under her wing!"
Lu Jing’s mood hadn’t been great since the morning, but now it was all dissipating, and she was gradually letting loose, even drinking a couple of glasses of low-alcohol drinks offered by the young guys.
Dai Changwan sat up, looking a tad woozy:
"Lu Lu, let’s go dance. Little brothers, you better protect my Lu Jing well, okay?"
"Don’t worry, Sister Dai, we’ll definitely protect Sister Lu!" one of the young guys said with a flushed face.
The group moved from their private booth to the dance floor.
By this time, Lu Jing was a bit hazy, most likely due to those two glasses of low-alcohol drinks.
As the DJ’s music resounded once again, her body involuntarily began to sway with the rhythm.