"But the large private room is reserved for Mr. Bo..."
"Shut up," the bartender snapped at the apprentice beside him. "That famous figure won't come for another two hours. By the time he arrives, this woman will be long gone. Why not seize the chance to make some money?"
"But master, she doesn't look like someone with money."
"If she doesn't pay, she can stay and be a hostess. We're short of one anyway."
Shen Ximan swayed the wine glass in her hand and frolicked around the large private room. She was having a great time all by herself.
Yan Kun stood at the door, exhausted both physically and mentally. He took a short video of Shen Ximan and immediately sent it to Xue Xiaoqi with the message "I'll be back later".
The neon lights shone on her face, making it look colorful and gorgeous.
But Shen Ximan's heart was cold, so cold.
Even a good cry would be better than this.
Bo Jingyu had completely let her go. It was he who had started flirting with her in the first place, and now it was also he who was drawing a clear line.
Bottle after bottle of wine slid down her throat into her stomach. The burning sensation instantly triggered her body's natural reaction.
Shen Ximan wiped the thin layer of sweat off her forehead and didn't care at all as she opened another bottle. By now, her tongue had been numbed by the alcohol, and she couldn't taste anything.
Her body felt light as if she was stepping on clouds. She didn't have to think about anything or do anything. This feeling wasn't bad.
"I'm going to take this opportunity to wipe out his traces from my mind and have some peace."
Shen Ximan murmured to herself, her eyes unfocused.
She didn't know if it was because she was drunk or what, but suddenly her heart twitched, and the pain made her frown tightly.
Immediately after, the door of the private room was opened.
"I'm really sorry, Second Young Master. I didn't expect you to come early, so I let this woman in first."
The bartender rubbed his hands together, looking extremely obsequious.
Afraid of revealing his identity, A Kun quietly hid in the shadows and observed.
"Who let you in? Get out! Get out!"
Shen Ximan curled up on the sofa like a kitten, still hugging a nearly empty bottle of wine. She slurred her words in a daze.
"Get up quickly! Can't you see the Second Young Master has come in?" The bartender said and was about to pull her out.
"Stop. Let her stay," Bo Jingyu said coldly.
"But..."
"Are you deaf?"
His eyes were dark, as if a storm was brewing in them.
"Y-yes, I'll leave right away!"
"Without my order, no one is allowed to approach this private room."
The bartender nodded and bowed obediently. "Yes, Second Young Master. Absolutely no problem! You can do as you like."
The atmosphere around them turned cold again.
Although a gentle love song was playing on the screen, there was no trace of romance or tenderness. Instead, there was a sense of decadence and deep sadness.
Bo Jingyu took off his suit jacket and sat down at a distance from Shen Ximan. He turned his head slightly and looked at her drunken state.
"Get out. This is my place."
Just a few hours ago, she had stubbornly argued with him.
Now she had dropped her pretense and was licking her own wounds.
It was really heart - wrenching.
This made Bo Jingyu struggle for a long time. After a moment of silence, he still didn't soften his heart and go over, but his expression was very complicated.
Shen Ximan threw a wet tissue ball at him feebly. It was the one she had just used to wipe the sweat off, and it had no power at all.
"Get out! Bastard."
Suddenly, he let out a soft laugh.
"Huh?" She lifted her heavy head and looked at him with half - opened eyes. "Are you laughing at me? What are you laughing at! No, no laughing."
The sweat on her face had stuck a lot of hair to her face, which happened to cover most of the scar on her side face. She looked both funny and strange.
A thought even flashed through Bo Jingyu's mind -
If she didn't have that scar, she might be more popular.
"Gulp, gulp."
Shen Ximan picked up the bottle of wine in her arms and finished it in one go.
The moment the wine was gone, her head became even more dizzy.
"Stop drinking. I'll ask Qianli to take you home."
In the end, Bo Jingyu couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned over to help her up.
"Don't touch me!"
She slapped his hand away. She was in a very bad temper.
"I don't even know you. Wh - why should I..."
Shen Ximan looked up at him, squinted her eyes in disbelief to confirm, "Bo, Bo Jing...yu?"
"Yes, it's me." He looked at her unconscious state with pity and forcibly suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms.
"Humph, why are you here?"
She shrank back, trying to keep a distance from him. The aloof and cold expression on her face showed that she didn't want to have too much contact with him.
But this action hurt Bo Jingyu.
She had been hurt after all.
"It's none of your business."
Since she had been hurt, he might as well hurt her completely. This was the only way he could protect her, even though the process was cruel.
Shen Ximan looked at his eyes as if he was a stranger, just like looking at an unimportant person. "I booked this private room. I haven't had enough fun."
If this was a dream, she really wanted to wake up.
If this was reality, she wanted to push him far away even more.
"You're drunk. Put on your clothes quickly. I'll have someone take you away."
After saying that, Bo Jingyu got up and tried to pull her up.
"Let go of me, let go!"
Shen Ximan lost her balance while struggling. She accidentally tripped over a wine bottle at her feet and fell on top of him. They both landed on the sofa.
That damned familiar feeling instantly merged with her body temperature.
Bo Jingyu looked at her dazed expression and curled his lips.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"You were the one who pulled me... You're crazy!"
Just as she was about to get up, he pulled her back.
"What's your relationship with A Hairui?"
This sentence immediately brought Shen Ximan's wandering thoughts back. She couldn't help but let out a few sarcastic laughs.
"After all that has happened..."
As she laughed, her tears fell on Bo Jingyu's face.
"After all that has happened, you still want to find some benefit from me, don't you?"
"I'm just curious."
He really meant this. He really wanted to ask her.
A Hairui had suddenly emerged as a dark horse, and even the current directors and bosses didn't know what kind of person or company it was.
If Shen Ximan was involved with them, with her stupid and naive mind, she might get herself into trouble.
It would be better to pull her out in advance.
"Curious? I think you're just trying to help Li Xiaoru get more cooperation opportunities, so you're asking me this on purpose, aren't you?"
Disappointed, she bit her lower lip until it bled. There was a sweet and bloody taste in her mouth. After a pause, without saying a word, she kissed his cold lips.
Bo Jingyu didn't refuse. Instead, he put his arms around her waist and responded passionately.
Standing at the door, A Kun was like someone who had stumbled upon a big piece of gossip. He frantically took a few photos of them kissing and obediently sent them to Xue Xiaoqi.
The hot skin - to - skin contact made Shen Ximan take off her coat on her own initiative. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether what she was doing was right or wrong.