She returned to the cafe to see that Lu Momo was drawing circles with her foot on the ground while standing in front of the cafe. Luo Anning patted her face to make herself look less disappointed before walking towards Lu Momo.
“Momo… ”
“Ah! Little Anning, you’re finally here!” Lu Momo raised her head and rushed forth to hug her excitedly.
Luo Anning patted her on her back and said, “I had to leave because something cropped up just now so I forgot about you. How about I treat you to a meal as compensation?”
Lu Momo released her and shook her index finger. “No, no, no, how is a meal enough? You have to accompany me to the night market, I want to eat some barbecued meat!”
After giving it some thought, Luo Anning agreed, “No problem!”
She decided to go all out since she did not intend to go back to the mansion tonight anyway. She planned to stay over at Lu Momo’s place tonight.
Luo Anning then pulled the excited Lu Momo along and swiftly hailed a cab. After telling the driver the location of the restaurant, they skipped away merrily.
…
In the presidential private room of Xijiang Private Clubhouse.
Rong Yan chugged shot after shot of tequila, as if he was just drinking water.
Tang Chao held Qing Dai in his arms and flirted with her while guffawing away.
Feng Churui was a strange man who could still focus on reading his documents despite the ruckus and deafening music going on in the private room. His secretary stood by the side and waited for his instructions.
The two of them seemed to be unaffected by their surroundings.
Rong Yan was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, all by himself. A while later, he began to feel bored and squinted at Tang Chao who was groping Qing Dai’s chest…
“Come here and drink with me,” Rong Yan said coldly before looking away.
Tang Chao patted Qing Dai’s buttocks and got her to go to the side and play. He then walked towards Rong Yan and sat down beside him. He then poured himself a glass of wine and began sipping on it nonchalantly. “Young Master Rong, what is going on? You look like you’re heartbroken and miserable. Who provoked you this time?”
Rong Yan glanced at him coldly without uttering a single word.
Who provoked me?
Who else except that damned woman Luo Anning!?!
He could not stop thinking about the derisive and aloof expression of hers when she alighted.
“Fine, I’ll know even if you don’t mention it.” Tang Chao raised his brows and continued smugly, “It’s Luo Anning, isn’t it? Apart from your troublemaker of a wife, I really can’t think of any other woman who would upset you.”
“I didn’t expect you to be a relationship expert,” Feng Churui interjected.
“Of course! I’m speaking from experience.”
Feng Churui said shrewdly, “We understand that you’re a Casanova even if you don’t say it.”
Tang Chao was speechless.
Brother, must you shame me like that?
Us knowing is good enough. Save me some face and cut me some slack, at least when outsiders are around.
Seemingly having guessed what he was thinking, Rong Yan chastised calmly, “I thought you’re thick-skinned enough to not be bothered by these remarks.”
Feng Churui chuckled and chimed in, “Yeah.”
Tang Chao was speechless.
You called me here so that you could vent your anger on me right? You did not actually want me to drink with you.
“Are we still drinking or not? If not, please let me know so that I can go home and get some sleep.” Tang Chao humphed. He had a temper too!
Rong Yan filled his glass to the brim and clinked his glass against Tang Chao’s before chugging it in one go.
Tang Chao rubbed the tip of his nose and thought, since he poured me some wine, I shall drink with him.