Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’m having dinner with Mu Xian,” said the man as he changed a different set of keys, pretending that he came home merely to swap his ride. He turned and walked away as Lu Zhaoyang ran after him with her arms blocking the way out.
“You guys are drinking tonight, I see. But drinking on an empty stomach not only makes you drunk quicker but also brings harm to your stomach. You’ve been warning me about my stomach so you should eat some food before going anywhere.”
“I don’t care if you made Peking duck, braised abalone or shark fin soup, I just don’t want to eat at home tonight. Would love some steaks, except you only know how to make Chinese.” He snorted and swept one of her arms away.
“Did I ask you to eat MY food?” Shouted Lu Zhaoyang as she repositioned herself at the door, “You have your own chefs. Let them cook!”
I won’t believe that this man knows how to take care of himself now unless I witness it myself.
“Don’t forget about your debts. You have no rights in ordering me.” He pushed her to the corner and left like a hurricane as the Benz zoomed away.
“…” She watched the gate closing with desolate clinks, wondering if she was not meant to be there that night. Huo Yunting would have probably stayed if she never showed up. At least the man would not be drinking.
“Wait.” She remembered something as she took out her phone and searched through her Contact.
MU LAO ER
In relief, she found the name and dialed promptly, “Mu Xian! Where are you guys hanging out tonight?”
“What hanging out? My girl is graduating soon. I’m busy being her model for her final year project.”
“I knew it!” She took her handbag and peeked through the closing gap, “Did Huo Yunting call you today?”
“I’m not his wife. You are. Why would he look for me? My girl is calling me. Talk to you later.” And Mu Xian hung up.
Lu Zhaoyang, with a phone in her hand, ran at a speed growing which grew with her worry towards her man.
Okay, a traumatized boy heading somewhere, alone.
Where is he going and what is he going to do?
She got into her car and raced across the street immediately but right when she was about to make a sharp turn, her eyes spotted Huo Yunting’s car—driving pretty slowly along the road.
Perhaps the man saw her. A cigarette butt was tossed out of the window before the car darted away.
Geez, it’s as if I’m trying to get a boy to the meal table and I can’t give him a timeout in his room because he’s on a fancy car speeding on the road. And no one could stop him. I have to get hold of him as long as possible.
It was a race between the fast and the furious as they went up the hill and slid down promptly after. They went through the woods and the winding road. Eventually Huo Yunting’s car slowed down and stopped by a bar.
Lu Zhaoyang barely made it as Huo Yunting stepped through the door.
She got out of her car, locked it and clumsily sprinted into the bar, only to be choked by the thick smoke column from a stranger, “Sorry.” The stranger muttered and walked away as Lu Zhaoyang squeezed herself through the crowd.
She looked around and tried to find him out of the crowd. It should not be that hard. He was the prince on a dark horse. She swore his charm would emanate and reach in a 100 meter proximity.
She could already feel the estrogen boiling among the single ladies inside the bar. She could sense their passionate gazes like fire that gashed upon his man as their breath rolled out in seductive commentaries.
One of the braver ones had already commenced her raid as she went to him for a conversation while grooving and wrapping her limbs over him with a glass of wine.
Lu Zhaoyang had been visiting places like this with Huo Yunting before. Nonetheless, seeing her man being clamped by another woman made her feel displeased somehow.
She bit her lips the moment she saw him smiling brightly— an exclusive privilege to other women than her.
That was when she did something unbelievable herself.
She marched to Huo Yunting and grabbed Huo Yunting’s arm with her eyes glancing over all the women around her man.
“I’m sorry but he’s taken.”
The woman with a glass of wine chuckled as her eyes remained upon Huo Yunting.
“We don’t mind poly. The more, the merrier. Would you mind, my handsome man?” Huo Yunting gazed upon all the ladies sluggishly before stopping by Lu Zhaoyang. He withdrew his gaze soon after and was going to speak yet was interrupted by Lu zhaoyang.
“He doesn’t mind it but I do!”