“How impressive.” Su Wenjing lowered his gaze slightly and let out a soft chuckle.
“But speaking of which, what’s going on between you and that junior? I heard you went out for a meal with her?” Song Bojian cleared his throat and asked with a serious expression.
After all, they had never seen this guy arrange a private meeting with anyone before.
Although Su Wenjing usually appeared casual and carefree, his boundaries with girls were extremely strict, as if he were preserving his purity for someone.
Su Wenjing smiled faintly. He held a colorful cocktail in his hand, a vibrant mix of various fruit juices and alcohol, shimmering like a summer sunset as it swayed in the transparent glass.
His slender fingers gently rotated the glass, as if admiring a piece of art.
Only after a long pause did they hear him reply, “Nothing much. I just found her interesting and teased her a bit.”
But as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhi’s enchanting, lively eyes inexplicably flashed through his mind again. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen them somewhere before.
“Oh, so you ignore all the beauties out there and go tease a young girl instead?”
Lin He wasn’t convinced. His deep eyes fixed on Su Wenjing with a look that said, “Keep making things up, go on.”
Su Wenjing glanced at him indifferently, took a light sip of his drink, and said unhurriedly, “Or should I tease you instead?”
His eyes were full of disdain.
Lin He: “…”
“Damn.”
“Seriously, who told you to act like a monk before? With our status, who doesn’t have a few women around them?”
“Tch.”
“Who’s like you guys? You’ll take anything, no matter how trashy. Shouldn’t I preserve my purity for my future wife?” Su Wenjing said this with such deep affection and righteous conviction.
Except his tone carried a hint of playful mockery.
It made people itch with annoyance.
Made them want to punch someone.
“Damn, you insult Lin He and then mock me and Old Qi too?!”
Song Bojian’s face was filled with the expression, “You’re really a dog, please just act like a human.”
Su Wenjing’s soft laughter grew even more pronounced.
While they were fooling around upstairs, downstairs in the bar hall, amidst the bustling crowd, Wen Zhi was practically dragged in by Zhang Tingting and Li Yue, who coaxed her along the way.
“Come on, come on, we’ll just go in and look around. We won’t drink, absolutely no alcohol, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, Zhi Zhi, just come in with us for a look. You can order a juice.”
Li Yue and the others had suddenly taken an interest. Before the college entrance exams ended, these girls were all well-behaved and strictly watched by their families. Places like bars and internet cafes were things they wouldn’t dare think about.
This time, it was because Li Yue saw a photo posted by a friend on social media, and the more she looked, the more intrigued she became. So, she dragged Zhang Tingting and Wen Zhi along.
Zhang Tingting was fine with it—she had always been tempted but lacked the courage, so she readily agreed to Li Yue’s suggestion.
As for Wen Zhi, as soon as she heard about this place, she shook her head and refused to go. It was only after much persuasion from Li Yue that she was dragged out of the dormitory.
But when they actually arrived at “Starlight Pavilion” and saw the dazzling lights and lively atmosphere inside, she, who had always kept her distance from such places, couldn’t help but feel intimidated.
Still, since she had already accompanied Li Yue and the others this far, she didn’t want to spoil the fun. The three of them timidly made their way inside.
At that moment, Wen Zhi couldn’t help but think to herself, “I should’ve just gone to the library with Zhi Lan instead…”
Inside the bar, the lights swayed, the music was intense, and the air was filled with an intoxicatingly ambiguous atmosphere.
The three of them walked into the bar, stunned by the scene of dazzling lights and vibrant colors. At the bar counter, colorful cocktails shimmered with an alluring glow under the lights.
On the dance floor, people danced freely to the rhythm of the music, while the air was thick with the mingled scents of smoke, alcohol, and perfume.
Wen Zhi couldn’t help but frown slightly, but seeing Li Yue and Zhang Tingting’s excitement, she forced herself to stay calm and followed them to the bar counter.
“Hello, three glasses of kumquat lemonade, please,” Li Yue ordered from the bartender. She really meant it when she said they wouldn’t touch alcohol.
It was their first time here, after all—safety came first.
Wen Zhi carefully sat on the high stool. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the chair itself, but rather that this environment offered her no sense of security at all.
Zhang Tingting glanced around and noticed that all the women here were dressed in sexy and provocative outfits. Looking at the three of them, they were like a breath of fresh air in comparison.
Especially Wen Zhi, in a white strapless maxi dress, appeared even more pure and flawless under the night lights. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, the slightly curled ends shimmering softly in the light, her entire face radiating an untouched, innocent aura.
Wasn’t she just like a delicate white lotus!
The bartender worked quickly, and the lemonade was soon ready. Having worked here for a while, he wasn’t seeing someone like Wen Zhi—who came to the bar out of curiosity just to look around—for the first time. But as he handed her the drink, he kindly said, “Little miss, if you’re here to have fun, go home early once you’ve seen enough. This isn’t a good place.”
Wen Zhi was taken aback but nodded obediently. “Thank you.”
Just as she took a sip of her drink and her eyes wandered toward the stage where people were wildly swaying to the music, she accidentally made eye contact with a man sitting at a booth.
Her heart fluttered, and she immediately looked away, unaware that Wang Sui, the man she had locked eyes with, was struck by Wen Zhi’s beauty.
Places like this were never short of sexy, glamorous, and pretentious women, but someone like Wen Zhi, who looked so pure it made you want to ruin her, was rare.
He stood up with a glass of wine in hand and walked straight toward Wen Zhi.
Wang Sui wasn’t bad-looking—his features were well-defined—but perhaps because he spent too much time in such lustful environments, he exuded an air of sleaziness.
“Miss, care for a drink? Out of all these people, we made eye contact—that’s fate.”
Wen Zhi looked at the man before her. He wore an expensive suit and a valuable watch on his wrist, exuding the arrogance of a wealthy young man.
Wen Zhi’s expression turned cold, her tone indifferent. “No need, I don’t drink.”
Wang Sui wasn’t angered by the beauty’s rejection and simply smiled faintly. He found it normal—someone like Wen Zhi clearly looked like a college student.
College students, especially the pretty ones, often carried an air of aloofness deep down.
“You’re already here—how can you not have a drink? Is it that you don’t think much of the glass in my hand?”
“It has nothing to do with you. Please leave. If you want to flirt, find someone else.” Wen Zhi’s face clearly showed her annoyance with the man before her.
Wang Sui let out a light scoff, suppressing his irritation while maintaining a polite tone. “I don’t have any other intentions. I just genuinely think we have fate and wanted to buy you a drink, that’s all.”
“Give me some face?” He even extended the wine glass in his hand toward Wen Zhi.
Li Yue, standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to help refuse: “Sorry, sir, we already have plans.”
But the man didn’t seem to accept that, deliberately not even glancing at Li Yue, his eyes fixed directly on Wen Zhi, as if he wouldn’t relent unless she accepted his drink.
Seeing this, Zhang Tingting grew anxious. She grabbed Wen Zhi’s hand, wanting to lead her elsewhere. But the man suddenly seized Wen Zhi’s arm, his tone full of threat: “If you don’t drink this glass tonight, I doubt you’ll be able to leave this place.”