What an unreasonable man; they only met once on a plane. Even if his habits remained the same as in his previous life, these trivial quirks shouldn’t have aroused Ivanov’s interest enough to investigate him.
Chen An’s death should have been good news to Ivanov. It is the removal of a powerful competitor after all.
‘I thought Chinese people are all very friendly and warm. Hey - hey, don’t go, long live the friendship between Russia and China!’ Following close behind Chen An, Ivanov started spouted strings of utter nonsense.
What an idiot.
Chen An couldn’t help but frown. How could a madman like Ivanov be his competitor?
‘How do you say in it Mandarin? We have a shared destiny! Hey, An, how about a drink?’ Ivanov didn’t seem ready to part with Chen An yet.
With Ivanov’s looks and wealth, he really didn’t need to follow behind a man whose looks are nothing exceptional.
Chen An felt a sudden bewilderment; Why is Ivanov following him? Is it just because he share a few similarities to ‘Chen Zhang An’?
But even more perplexing, why is he in the cruise bar drinking with Ivanov?
‘I haven’t introduced myself; I’m Ivanov.’
For a man with such striking looks, he would attract attention no matter where he goes. Ivanov reserved the entire bar the moment he stepped inside, his burly guards standing guard at the door entrance like stone guardians, scaring away all the other tourists who tried to enter the bar.
Without a word, Chen An picked up a glass and took a sip.
His indifferent demeanor gave Ivanov an odd feeling that he was trying to kick an iron plate. Jeering disdain flashed through his eyes as he lightly circled the rim of his wine glass with a slender finger. ‘As is the usual custom of making friends, aren’t you going to tell me your name?’
‘But you know that already, don’t you?’ Chen An replied languidly. He isn’t dumb enough to jump into hole Ivanov dug for him.
He couldn’t quite accustom himself to the strong alcohol. It seems like his sensitivity to alcohol has increased immensely since his rebirth, because in the past, not even a thousand shots could bring him down. In fact, he had once depended on this alcoholic capacity that is as vast as the sea, to seal a deal with Ivanov’s father on the bar table.
Whether you are a man or woman, whether you are a child or a senior citizen, all Russians like to drink. In particularly vodka, an integral part of the lives.
The glass of martini in his hands felt like a glass of poison; Chen An had a restless urge to finish it in a mouthful.
Could it be that after switching a physical body, his alcoholic tolerance had turned to shit?
‘Don’t be a girl, An. Drink it all.’ Ivanov smiled as he raised the emptied glass in his hand, his words successfully provoking Chen An.
Though Chen An appear to be in his thirties, but his soul is that of a man over forty years old. He didn’t enjoy being looked down by someone so much younger than him one single bit.
Especially when he was a champion drinker in the past.
Chen An then did an action that he regretted to the bottom of his soul. He raised the glass of martini and downed it completely.