Mu Chen and others booked a private room at the Rice Hotel. As soon as Ouyang Hao pushed the door open, he heard the "clack-clack" sound of mahjong tiles from inside, instantly feeling bored.
He glanced at the card table, where there was already an extra player. Lazily withdrawing his gaze, he decided not to join in. Instead, he walked over to a nearby sofa, crossed his legs, and started smoking a cigarette on his own.
Today, he had just attended an event, and his hair was dyed blue-purple. This hair color is extremely picky; if not done well, it could look like cosplay. But on him, with his unruly personality, it was surprisingly eye-catching.
Amidst the smoke, he smoked alone, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, seeming to be contemplating something.
Suddenly, a man’s disgruntled voice came from the private room, "What’s wrong tonight? Are you all teaming up against me? It’s been less than an hour, and you’ve already taken most of my money."
"What are you yelling about? Last time I lost all my clothes, I didn’t see you making such a fuss!" Another man pushed Mu Chen out of his seat, "Move, move, don’t block my fortune!"
"Even if I lose, it’s not your turn to play. If anyone’s going to play, it should be Hao. Isn’t that right, Hao?"
Ouyang Hao just gave them a light glance before shifting his gaze away, clearly not intending to join the game. Mu Chen, with no choice, was eventually pushed off the card table.
Mu Chen was someone who couldn’t stay idle. Unable to play cards, he decided to bother Ouyang Hao. He sat beside Ouyang Hao and patted his shoulder.
"Hey, Second Young Master Ouyang, you’ve been sulking here alone for ages. Are you trying to become a saint or something?"
Ouyang Hao raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways, "I’m in a bad mood today. Go cool off somewhere else, or you’ll get your ass kicked, which wouldn’t be good."
Mu Chen chuckled awkwardly but wasn’t angry, teasing, "You’ve got a good memory. How many years ago was that? You still remember."
Ouyang Hao couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him and threw away the cigarette butt, leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes to rest.
Mu Chen looked at him, leaned closer, and said, "Bro, did some enchantress suck out all your energy? Why are you so listless? Here, let me show you something to perk you up."
"Go cool off somewhere else, I’m not interested!" Ouyang Hao said impatiently.
"I guarantee you’ll feel invigorated after watching this. Come on, take a look!" With that, Mu Chen opened a video on his phone and held it up to Ouyang Hao’s face.
Ouyang Hao, unable to fend him off, glanced up casually. He smirked in disdain; it was just a woman in black dancing seductively on stage, nothing new.
However, the woman in the video seemed somewhat familiar.
Ouyang Hao frowned and snatched the phone from Qin Mu’s hand, straightening up to take a closer look. That face, those lips, and that dull, indifferent gaze — who else could it be but that wooden block?
"Wow, you look quite excited," Mu Chen laughed.
"Where did you get this video?"
"It was recorded at Nightshade."
Speaking of this, Mu Chen was still a bit annoyed. At the time, he had accidentally recorded this video, and the boss of Nightshade later asked them to delete it.
What a joke, who did they think he was?
Of course, Mu Chen didn’t go into details with Ouyang Hao, only mentioning the part that interests men, "So, what do you think? This chick’s pretty hot, right?"