Chen Zan walked out of the lounge.
When the door closed, he didn’t see the woman on the sofa suddenly frown uneasily in her sleep.
He lingered not far away for a while. Only after a woman in professional attire knocked on the lounge door where Jiang Youwei was and went inside, clearly someone she knew, did Chen Zan finally leave.
In the changing room, inside the locker where employees stored their personal belongings, he saw the red envelope the manager had given out.
Not bad. The job Li Sheng introduced was actually decent. Although the manager judged people by their status, at least he didn’t withhold wages.
In fact, Chen Zan noticed his envelope contained six bills.
Six… a lucky number, wasn’t it?
After changing out of the waiter’s uniform, Chen Zan prepared to leave this place where that fleeting dream had happened.
As he passed the mirror by the wash area, he caught sight of the red marks covering his neck. In that instant, a burning numbness spread across it.
Chen Zan suddenly laughed.
Jiang Youwei still loved biting his neck just as much.
Back when she had just learned how to flirt, he used to tease her, “All you can do is drool all over my neck, what else can you do?”
Now, though, she was very good at stirring his emotions.
Walking out of the venue, Chen Zan had originally planned to go home and sleep. However, when he checked the time, it was still early, only 11 PM.
He looked around to see if any rich second-generation heirs were looking for a designated driver. That way, he could earn a bit more.
While waiting, he searched his pocket and took out a cigarette.
Under the eaves, smoke curled upward, slowly dispersing with the night breeze.
The hazy moonlight blurred everything, pulling Chen Zan into his memories.
Though he and Jiang Youwei had been together for a very short time, not even three months, there were so many sweet memories.
Chen Zan glanced at the cigarette between his index and middle fingers.
Whenever he took out a cigarette to smoke, Jiang Youwei would stare at him with bright, grape-like eyes, saying nothing soft or pleading.
It was obvious she hated the smell of smoke and didn’t want him to smoke.
But she wouldn’t say it.
After getting used to her little temper, Chen Zan would tease her, “If a woman wants a man to stop doing something or to do something, she has to learn to act cute, you know?”
Jiang Youwei seemed to half understand, her brows knitting in thought. Then she would step closer, wrap her arms around his waist, and lean softly into his chest as she murmured, “Don’t smoke, Chen Zan…”
At that moment, Chen Zan’s heart would melt like water.
But…
“I’m smoking,” Chen Zan would say, deliberately going against her.
Jiang Youwei would pout, her voice soft and aggrieved, “I thought if I acted cute, you wouldn’t smoke anymore…”
Why wasn’t it turning out the way she imagined?
Chen Zan laughed softly, his voice low and teasing as he played with his girlfriend, “You believe what a man says?”
She hated him smoking.
Yet she couldn’t help watching him.
At that moment, Chen Zan gave off a certain indescribable feeling. A faint sense of relaxation lingered around him, strangely attractive.
She felt like he was deliberately tempting her.
“Hmph. I’m ignoring you…”
…
The night wind was a little too cold. When it blew over him, Chen Zan shivered slightly.
Or perhaps it was because Jiang Youwei’s embrace had been too warm, so warm that even this faint breeze now felt unbearably cold after all these years.
Chen Zan waited.
And waited.
Then, Jiang Youwei appeared.
Under the streetlight, she looked both alluring and cold.
Wait…
Chen Zan’s eyes widened in shock.
Wasn’t she sleeping soundly?
Wasn’t she drunk?
“Hello, can you drive?”