Leng Yan cried his eyes out, snot and tears smearing all over Xia Weibao’s pants. To someone obsessively clean like her, she really wanted to kick him flying!
That’s what she thought, and indeed, that’s what she did. Why?
Because Leng Yan had already grabbed her leg, yanked up her pants, and was wiping his snotty nose...
The sound it made gave her the creepy crawlies, and then, with one kick, she sent him rolling bone over bone onto the floor.
Then Leng Yan curled up into a ball, crying out in agony.
"Ouch! Hey, he’s hitting me! Everyone, come look, Xia Weibao is hitting me! She’s caused me internal injuries, I’m going to sue you—unless you don’t want me to tell everyone about the running incident. Let’s just call it even!"
Unable to stand this man’s nonsensical pestering anymore, Xia Weibao waved her hand dismissively, "If you don’t want to run naked around the Imperial City, that’s fine."
Leng Yan promptly sprung up like a carp leap, rushing before her like a big, loyal dog, almost wagging his tail to appease her.
Xia Weibao’s eyes spun, "Haven’t decided yet, I’ll keep it in mind for now."
Leng Yan muttered a few words, clearly dissatisfied with the response.
But since it meant no panic running, he grudgingly agreed, finding it to be the lesser evil.
That night, Leng Yan treated everyone. It was a small group, just the four of them, plus Han Luoqi and Zhuang Xuejun were also invited.
To go and play in the bar.
Xia Weibao didn’t have many friends, and originally she wanted to invite Lu Huashan, Xiang Chu, Hepburn, and the chicken-eating trio too.
But Leng Yan absolutely refused, arguing that with too many people, he feared he would be eaten out of house and home.
Then Xia Weibao thought about inviting Lu Hualiang, but everyone unanimously opposed this idea.
Lu Hualiang was not on the same level as them, his presence was too imposing. If he were to come, probably no one would dare to have fun.
Xia Weibao thought it over and felt it made sense—if Lu Hualiang were there, he would definitely keep her in check.
So, decisively using the company gathering as an excuse, she ditched hubby dear.
It wasn’t Xia Weibao’s first time at a bar, but it was the time she had the most fun.
Previous drama crew gatherings involved lots of people, most of whom she wasn’t very close with; thus, they just ate and drank without truly enjoying themselves.
This time was different, all six of them were close, and as people from the entertainment circle, they often came to these sorts of places to have fun, so they really let loose.
Playing drinking games, shaking dice, singing loudly, dancing with energy—they were having a blast.
In the private room, Xia Weibao and Leng Yan both had a foot on the table, rolling up their sleeves, playing drinking games with no regard for their image.
"Good brothers we are, at three three, wealth comes at four seasons, head at five,
and connected six six... you lose, drink up!"
Xia Weibao boldly handed a cup of alcohol to Leng Yan.
Leng Yan belched, "Just a cup of wine, I’ll drink."
After saying that, he picked up a beer next to him and guzzled it down.
Having finished, he bellowed, "The great river flows to the sea, yeah, the stars above are like a dog, yeah..."
"Now let me recite a poem for you all! Back in the day, I was the top scholar in school, reciting and rhyming with ease, a thousand miles in a drunken haze, another cup down!"
"The sun shines over the incense burner producing purple smoke, you starve while I eat up."
"Well done, wonderfully recited, let’s give a hand."
Leng Yan, thoroughly drunk, clapped for himself, then continued reciting his poem.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, to repair alone costs you two fifty-five."
"The silkworms die as the silk runs out, if you say you eat shit, I’d believe it."