With Jun Mochan present, everyone dared not to eat as much as they’d like.
Only Che Hao, seemingly oblivious to the strange atmosphere, appeared rather relaxed.
"Of course, she is my wife." Jun Mochan did not hesitate at all.
He almost couldn’t wait to tell the whole world how much he loved Ye Ranran.
"Everyone, dig in, dig in." When the atmosphere was about to hit freezing point, Luo Qi quickly chimed in.
"What do you want to eat? Can I serve you?" Ah Chuan didn’t want to miss this great opportunity to show off.
Luo Qi’s mother-in-law claimed that Luo Qi was a bit affected and liked being taken care of, so he needed to pay more attention to her feelings.
Absolutely mortified, Luo Qi quickly rebuffed him, "I have hands, can’t I serve myself?"
"I can help you, but of course, you can also help me. I’m not a clean freak," Ah Chuan said, utterly serious.
Luo Qi, "..." Damn Taurus men, she hated Taurus men, especially Taurus men who were assistants.
With the two of them stirring things up, the atmosphere lightened considerably, and dinner passed without much fuss.
After the meal, everyone suggested moving on to karaoke.
Jun Mochan didn’t want to go to such a place, so everyone ended up at a bar, named Charm.
Knowing that Jun Mochan was coming, the Bar Manager emptied out the second floor.
Everyone was in clusters of two or three, drinking at the bar.
"A dozen beers," Ye Ranran cheerfully ordered.
Luo Qi glanced at her, "What’s bothering you? Drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"
While speaking, she couldn’t help but glance at Jun Mochan.
"No, I’m ordering for them," Ye Ranran covertly glanced at Jun Mochan.
Sitting on the sofa, silent and lazy, a gentle smile on his face, like a dazzling jade glowing under the slightly dim bar lights.
The women’s eyes couldn’t help but follow him.
"He’s such a troublemaker," Ye Ranran grumbles.
Just as Luo Qi about to tease her, she suddenly spotted a shadow, "Ranran, who is that?"
Who? Ye Ranran followed Luo Qi’s fingers to see.
A woman in a revealing outfit, showcasing her exquisite figure, was sitting in the lap of a man in his forties or fifties.
The woman wore heavy makeup. In the flickering bar lights, her face was hard to make out, but Ye Ranran recognized her instantly. It was Feng Xi.
Maybe it was because she felt Ye Ranran’s gaze, Feng Xi raised her head from the man’s lap.
At a glance, she saw Ranran upstairs.
Dressed in a black fishtail skirt and a blue shirt, she looked elegant and capable.
With her loosely curled, golden hair cascading down, she looked lazy and seductive.
Her clean face and innocent eyes made her look pure as a bunny.
All these traits were concurrently present in one woman.
Even if she did nothing, she still could attract most men’s eyes to linger on her.
Feng Xi’s face immediately twisted into a scowl.
Upon meeting again, Ye Ranran still looked noble as a goddess, while she herself had fallen into the dust?
Seeing her look up, Ye Ranran raised a glass to Feng Xi and summarily drained it dry.
Feng Xi’s face twisted even further at Ye Ranran’s challenge.
"Darling, do you know the beauty upstairs?" The old man holding Feng Xi was gazing lustfully at Ye Ranran.
Feng Xi, though seductive and racy, was also visibly worldly. The lady upstairs, however, was entirely different, pure and gorgeous, like the most beautiful cactus flower in the night.
"What, are you interested in her?" Feng Xi snuggled further into the old man’s lap.