She lifted her eyes under the pub lights; her face exuded an intense chill, the corner of her eye hooked with a hint of disdain.
That contemptuous look irritated the man.
The man immediately sneered, "Stupid woman, I give you respect by drinking with you, and you turn up your nose!"
Xie Baola was already in a foul mood, planning to drink away her sorrows before heading home, when some blind fool approached her.
She immediately let out a "heh" and laughed, "What kind of idiot comes here, gets drunk, and thinks they own the world?"
The man was angered too, and being drunk, he wanted to teach this woman a lesson.
He was about to slap her.
Xie Baola’s expression didn’t change at all.
Quick and fierce, she kicked towards the man’s knee.
The man felt his entire leg go numb, and uncontrollably, he fell to his knees on the ground.
His posture was one of abject submission in front of Xie Baola.
And Xie Baola did not even glance at him properly.
Other men in the vicinity, who had been eager to intervene, immediately lost their appetite for confrontation.
This woman was too fierce, not worth provoking.
Xie Baola waved someone over from the corner, and immediately someone came and dragged the man out.
When Chen Jiayan entered, he only saw the man kneeling before Xie Baola being dragged out by pub security.
After discussing business, a company partner had warmly invited him for a drink at the pub, so Chen Jiayan came.
The pub was not too far from Yuanyang Technology.
Chen Jiayan had not expected to encounter Xie Baola here.
The young male partner, witnessing the scene, raised an eyebrow, "That beauty’s quite fierce."
He had just spoken when he noticed the icy cold look from Chen Jiayan.
Understanding dawned on the partner, "President Chen, interested in that beauty?"
Only interested in his girlfriend.
Before he could finish, he saw the cold man, who had just expressed his disinterest, walking towards the beauty at the bar.
His strides were purposeful, yet he claimed he wasn’t interested?
He never expected him to like fiery beauties.
"Had enough to drink?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Xie Baola turned her head to look.
The man’s face was expressionless.
Xie Baola rested her chin on her hand, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows tinted with a lingering smile, "Not enough."
Chen Jiayan rapped on the bar, "A few more of the same drink she’s having."
The bartender glanced at Xie Baola, and seeing her silent, quietly began to mix the drinks.
Chen Jiayan sat down at the bar, turning his head to look at Xie Baola, the lights accentuating the serenity in his eyes.
Xie Baola, feeling lazy, squinted, "I’ve drunk too much to drive home."
Oh, so he had the bartender mix the drink for her.
"Trying to get me drunk?" Xie Baola asked with interest, leaning toward Chen Jiayan.
Chen Jiayan sat still, letting her fingers tease him, "You can hold your liquor, you won’t get drunk."
The entire pub was imbued with a glitzy, intoxicating atmosphere, seeming to promise indulgence. Their exaggerated surroundings virtually ignored them.
Seeing Chen Jiayan unresponsive, Xie Baola listlessly retracted her hand, "Tch."
"The drinks are ready." The bartender pushed a few glasses towards Chen Jiayan.
Chen Jiayan pushed the glasses towards Xie Baola and said lightly, "Drink up."
He was as unmoving as a mountain, calm and composed.
Xie Baola looked at him and suddenly burst out laughing, "Haha... Hahaha..."
She held her stomach, laughing heartily.
Chen Jiayan frowned, "If you’re not drinking anymore, let’s go back."
Undoubtedly, the people at this pub recognized Xie Baola.
If something happened to the Xie Family’s daughter here, their pub wouldn’t be able to stay open.
Xie Baola waved it off, the color at the corner of her eyes growing more enticing, "It’s fine, this is my boyfriend."
At that moment, she was like a siren, sinking into the colorful lights, reveling in freedom, acting on a whim.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently like the wings of a butterfly.
She leaned on the bar, her chin resting on her arm, her eyes circling around before finally settling on Chen Jiayan.
Doesn’t look like it.
Are you sure you guys are really in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?
Chen Jiayan tugged at his lips, good, she still knew he was her boyfriend, so it seemed she wasn’t drunk.
"Keep drinking or let’s go back," Chen Jiayan said calmly.
He could watch her finish her drinks.
Xie Baola looked at him with interest, as if trying to see through him.
He was always composed, the only time he wasn’t was when she mentioned breaking up last time.
He didn’t question why she was here, letting the bartender mix drinks for her like a devoted boyfriend.
After being together with Chen Jiayan, Xie Baola still smoked, but not as much as before.
She didn’t even have cigarettes with her now.
Chen Jiayan did, in his pocket; it was inevitable during business dealings. He pulled out a pack and a lighter.
Xie Baola bit on the cigarette, Chen Jiayan lit it for her.
Chen Jiayan watched her weary appearance as she smoked.
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The surroundings dipped into dimness, one sat upright, the other seemed boneless, their combined image strangely harmonious.
Xie Baola took a few puffs, the cigarette tip brightening and dimming; she then exhaled a smoke ring.
The smoke spiraled into his face.
Chen Jiayan watched through the hazy smoke.
As the smoke cleared, their gazes seemed to tangle.
Neither would back down.
After finishing the cigarette, Xie Baola stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Can we go back now?" Chen Jiayan asked lightly.
"But the drinks aren’t finished yet."
She both smoked and drank.
It was a habit she picked up abroad.
Sometimes the studies were too stressful, and she needed a cigarette to ease her anxious emotions.
People who saw it would definitely say that a woman who drinks and smokes couldn’t be a good woman.
Good women don’t smoke, drink, or get tattoos.
Those who said this seemed to stand on a moral high ground to judge others.
Thinking that by not indulging in these things, they were superior.
But since when could the goodness of a person be defined by these things?
Xie Baola knew she wasn’t a clean woman, Chen Jiayan was different.
Even his gaze was pure.
That was probably why Chen Jiayan attracted her.
Three drinks were left on the bar; Xie Baola drank them one by one, then casually pushed the glasses away.
The glass bottoms scraped across the marble with a slightly grating noise.
Xie Baola lazily turned her head, smiling enticingly in the dim light.
Chen Jiayan’s gaze shifted slightly, like a stone thrown into a lake, the ripples stirred and then returned to calm.
His voice softened a bit, "Drinks are done, let’s go home."
Chen Jiayan stood up, his shadow falling on her, blocking half the light.
Xie Baola kicked him, "I can’t walk."