However, Chen Zan still went.
A person couldn’t just cling to dignity and ignore money altogether, right? At worst, he would just stay more alert and refuse to drink anything handed to him by rich women. That would be enough.
He rode his small electric scooter, following the navigation, and arrived at the dazzling, golden-lit club.
Yangse.
Back then, he had lived a life of extravagance here, spending money like water, drowning in luxury. Whoever saw him would sweetly call him “Young Master Chen.”
Now, he had come for 500, working as a waiter.
Things had changed, people had changed…
Chen Zan lowered his head and smiled faintly.
He didn’t know whether he was laughing at fate’s mockery, or at how his own life had become nothing more than a joke.
He searched for a place to park for quite a while but couldn’t find one. Helpless, he left his scooter on a main road some distance away from the club.
Glancing at the time, he jogged toward the grand and luxurious Yangse. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and droplets of moisture fell onto his neck.
It started raining, sudden and without warning.
Chen Zan looked up.
The rain only seemed to be getting heavier.
With no umbrella, he had no choice but to stop and take shelter under the eaves of a shop some distance away from the venue.
Before long, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted to his nose along with the cool wind. Someone had stepped into the same small space to take shelter with him. You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
Under the narrow eaves, their fingertips brushed against each other, warm and soft.
Embarrassed, Chen Zan quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back a few paces.
That gentle fragrance seeped into his senses.
Tall and straight-backed, Chen Zan awkwardly turned his face away.
The scent felt so familiar.
By instinct, he couldn’t help himself and secretly glanced at the person beside him.
The woman had long golden curls cascading over her delicate shoulders. A soft pink dress accentuated her graceful figure, and her exquisitely made-up face was stunningly beautiful.
After years of being a fallen nobody, he was seeing his first love again.
Chen Zan froze.
The distance between them was so close that even his hand trembled as he hurriedly adjusted his mask.
He didn’t dare to touch her.
The space to avoid the rain was too small, and as the rain grew heavier, the distance between them shortened again. Their bodies brushed unintentionally once more.
Chen Zan’s heart tightened, as if it had forgotten how to beat.
He suddenly remembered something her friend had once said.
“He’s only at his most handsome when he’s standing next to you.”
With the stubborn smell of grease and the heavy scent of long working hours clinging to him, Chen Zan silently stepped back.
He felt ashamed, afraid that Jiang Youwei, who was still so refined and beautiful, might be tainted even slightly by the shabby smell on him.
Chen Zan shifted aside, almost half his body exposed to the cold, drifting rain. The water running along the eaves fell onto his shoulders, soaking the edges of his clothes and faintly revealing the outline of his skin beneath.
She was still as beautiful as ever. The aura her stunning appearance carried made it feel as though she existed on a completely different plane from everyone else.
And he, like a shadowy rat, could only steal glances at her brilliance.
As his thoughts drifted, Chen Zan felt a tug at his sleeve, then it was released.
His heart began pounding wildly.
That mix of nervousness and inexplicable anticipation left him at a loss.
Part of him wanted Jiang Youwei to recognize him.
Part of him didn’t.
“You’re getting wet from the rain,” the woman said, her voice crisp and clear, just as pleasant as it had been years ago. It echoed in his ears again and again, stirring his heart.
He was extremely tense.
The woman stepped closer and grabbed his hand firmly.
Chen Zan was pulled right in front of her, the distance between them shrinking to just a few centimeters.