Chyou hurried inside the club that blasted with loud music and dance moves. She disguised herself so as not to be recognized and it seemed to work. Nobody looked at her with recognition.
But even if somebody recognized her, that was far from the problem. Right now, she was only concerned about Yating's wellbeing, who she imagined to be lying around somewhere dead drunk
Her eyes scanned around the club. The more she didn't see him, the more worry set in. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0veI.Fiɾe.net
Shit. Don't tell me he left in that drunken state! Is he driving himself?
Chyou shuddered with that thought and brushed it off. Eventually, she thought what she saw was a familiar figure at the far end of the bar. Her eyes widened as she finally found Yating. She couldn't see him clearly because of all the people dancing on the dance floor and blocking her view.
It is definitely him!
She quickly sped to his side as she had partially seen him hunched on his back with his head lowered.
He is really dead drunk…the worry increased further.
When she reached closer, she found the scene to be very different though. Yating was indeed holding a glass of whiskey in his hand but he didn't look as dead drunk as she had imagined him to be. On the contrary, he seemed poised and sober as he was staring at the glass without any particular expression.
Pursing her lips, she took slow steps towards him. A second before she reached him, another woman approached Yating. Locking her hair behind her ear with an inviting smile, she blushed before him.
Yating looked up for a moment and then at the woman.
"How about I offer you a drink this time~"
He smiled back. "The offer is tempting but no thanks. Continue to enjoy your evening."
"What if I want to enjoy it with you?" she arched her brow meaningfully.
Wooo I am seeing Yating getting hit on!
Chyou took a seat beside him at the bar and perked her ears up at their conversation in curiosity.
Yating shook his head helplessly. "I am far from being entertaining. I will just bore you."
"I haven't found you boring as of yet."
"Eventually you will. My life is nothing interesting."
"Your face and body is at least~"
Chyou coughed on the water she was sipping.
Oh my such honesty. Pressing on the fact which matters the most, she chuckled inwardly.
No, no! Get serious! Chyou slapped her cheeks. Yating is feeling depressed. How can you be laughing?
Yating blinked. "What if I turn out to be a violent man?"
The woman scrunched up her brows. "I don't think you will."
"A good-looking face doesn't attest to having a good personality."
She pouted her lips with complaint. "You are really no fun."
"And here I already bored you within just two minutes of our meeting."
The woman blinked, surprised and then burst out into laughter. "Ahahaha. Man, you are really entertaining."
"You should decide if I am boring or interesting."
"A mixture of both," her eyes twinkled. "Are you shooing me away because you have someone in your heart?"
"Duh," she rolled her eyes. "That's just means you aren't in a relationship, not that you aren't interested in someone~"
Yating paused for a second and smiled sorrowfully ever so slightly. "The one I am interested in is already happy with somebody else."
Ai…It's still hard for him…
The woman beamed. "All the more reason to look out for somebody else, right? But sadly, I won't take anymore of your time."
"You are worried I would really turn out to be violent?"
"I am worried that the woman beside you would be more violent."
The woman leaned in and whispered. "You should have told me before that you were already booked. I lost a good fish."
She winked and left back towards the dance floor, humming and jazzing.
Yating arched his brow and said without turning back, "Why would the Queen turn out violent?"
"*Ahem* so you recognized me."
Yating turned and smiled. "It's easy once somebody gets to know you. You really shouldn't have come here."
Chyou pushed down her shades on the bridge of her nose by just a bit to reveal her twinkling eyes. "Why? So that I miss women hitting on you?"
"You could have enjoyed a great evening with her I suppose. I like her. Bold, confident and zesty~"
"She thinks you could be violent though."
"I might have been not so discreet in listening to your conversation. She must have misunderstood my intentions," she sheepishly grinned.
He chuckled. "It's bad manners to listen into conversations anyway."
He shrugged. "Nothing happening was happening anyway."
"Heyyy~ That is a good line. Maybe I would use it in one of my movies~"
"Don't forget to give me the credits."
"Tch. Let people praise me for my creativity."
"That's my creativity."
"So stingy! And that too after I sacrificed half of my precious ice cream to meet you! It must have become a puddle of a milkshake now," She complained.
"Like I said, you shouldn't have come here. I am fine."
"You are not fine. You are down," she pressed her lips.
"That's a good line too."
"Be serious, Yating. Tell me what happened. You couldn't even talk properly without your voice choking."
He let out a wry and tired smile. "Just another argument with Dad. It seems to me now that talking straight with him without fighting wouldn't ever be possible."
"What was the fight about?" She quietly asked.
"As always about my poor choices in life. My past love for Ai, my decision to become an editor and…my friendship with Dong. Everything is meaningless to him," he said, gulping down another sip of the whiskey.
He tremblingly laughed, his misty eyes shining in the club lights. "It turns out that my trauma of all these years was meaningless because that night wasn't an accident, but a planned plot by Dong and family to get monetary compensation from Dad."
Her eyes flew wide open.
"But I don't believe it," his grip tightened on the glass. "Dong would never do this. He would never play such a dirty game with me. There is a misunderstanding, but Dad already made his decision years ago. But I won't yield to it, Chyou. I never will."