Half an hour passed, and there was no reply to Qin Yuhe's message.
Cold, pale, and slender fingers covered the black tie, tugging it down forcefully. The knot loosened, and the tie hung slackly around his neck.
A hand with winding blue veins tapped into WeChat Sports and saw Song Xinya's step count: 23,722 steps.
An increase of 3,000 steps in one hour. It seemed she was having a blast.
Qin Yuhe stood up abruptly and walked out of the bedroom.
In the first-floor living room, Song Tingye came out to find some water. Hearing the thudding footsteps on the spiral staircase, he turned his head. The moment he saw Qin Yuhe, his eyes widened like brass bells.
"A ghost!"
Qin Yuhe cast a lazy glance at him. "A ghost here to claim your life."
Song Tingye, both cowardly and brave, ran up to Qin Yuhe, reached out, and pinched his face.
Qin Yuhe looked disgusted. "Take your chicken claws off me."
Song Tingye said, "Warm skin and a sharp tongue. It's definitely my brother-in-law."
He asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, why are you back early?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "If I said I came back for you, would you believe it?"
Song Tingye answered, "Of course. Our bond is so strong, you could totally come back early just for me."
Qin Yuhe retorted sarcastically, "You're quite self-aware."
Song Tingye giggled, "Yeah, I've always had a clear understanding of myself."
It was like talking to a brick wall.
Qin Yuhe thought to himself: With such poor comprehension skills, no wonder he's bad at literature.
"Where is your sister?"
Song Tingye said, "Clubbing at a bar."
Qin Yuhe asked, "Do you know which bar?"
Song Tingye replied, "I know. That Tavern."
Qin Yuhe strode toward the door.
Song Tingye called out, "Where are you going, brother-in-law? What for?"
Qin Yuhe answered, "That Tavern. To catch your sister."
...
That Tavern, on the dance floor.
Colorful neon lights flowed in the darkness, red and purple beams intertwining. The ambiguous lighting molded the bar into a dreamscape of intoxicating luxury.
Song Xinya stood in the center of the dance floor, swaying her waist to the music. Her long hair, like ink-colored smoke, drifted in the enchanting lights. Her snow-white skin, rosy lips, and naturally affectionate fox-like eyes were captivatingly seductive.
Her slender waist twisted nimbly, alluring like a water snake, her curvaceous body exuding an enchanting charm.
A natural stunner.
The dim, suggestive lighting easily coaxed out the dormant desires within people's bodies. The air was thick with the scent of male and female hormones.
A circle of men surrounded Song Xinya.
Tiantianquan stood by her side, sticking close without leaving.
Chen Siyan guarded the two of them. Whenever a man approached with ill intentions, he immediately bumped them away.
He had taken it upon himself to act as a free bodyguard for the two ladies.
Tired from dancing, the three walked to a booth to sit down and rest.
A waiter in a black tank top walked over, revealing a sexy, wild neckline and firm, bulging muscles on both arms.
"Excuse me, what would you three like to drink?"
Tiantianquan looked at the male waiter's exposed shoulders, her gaze lingering on his lean, robust muscles. Her voice sounded like it had a hook in it, soft and flirtatious.
"Even the waiters in your place are this handsome; the drinks must be delicious. Why don't you recommend something for your older sister here?"
The male waiter extended his arm, showing off his tough, solid muscles right before Tiantianquan's eyes, and pointed to a blue cocktail on the drink menu.
"This drink has a delicate and rich taste, sweet but not cloying, and refreshing like a splash of seawater. It's called Special Person, and it's perfect for a special sister like you."
Tiantianquan shot him a coquettish wink. "Just how special am I?"
The male waiter replied, "You are the most special person I've met in my entire life."
Tiantianquan laughed happily and sweetly.
Chen Siyan's cold voice interrupted, "What are you giggling at? He says that to every woman."
He pointed at Song Xinya and asked the male waiter, "Is she special?"
The male waiter answered, "Also very special."
Chen Siyan looked at Tiantianquan. "Hear that? This is what you call a central AC unit."
Tiantianquan retorted, "Are you unhappy seeing me talk to other men?"
Chen Siyan said, "Calling yourself sister to everyone you meet. Who knows, his real age might be old enough to be your dad."
He waved the male waiter away. "You can go. We'll order by ourselves. Stop standing here like a telephone pole."
While scanning the QR code on his phone to order, Chen Siyan muttered, "What kind of bar is this? Can't the male waiters wear proper clothes? Baring both arms, what are they trying to do? Why don't they just bare their asses while they're at it!"
He ordered a Special Person for Tiantianquan and asked Song Xinya, "What cocktail do you want to drink?"
Song Xinya replied, "Love at First Sight."
Chen Siyan ordered one for himself: "Paper Airplane."
Tiantianquan's ears twitched, mishearing it as a slang for self-pleasure.
Chen Siyan lifted his eyelids to glance at her. "What's wrong? Want to help me?"
Tiantianquan scoffed, "In your dreams. Compared to serving men, I much prefer men serving me."
Chen Siyan rolled his agile tongue around his mouth. "What a coincidence. I especially love serving women."
Tiantianquan raised her delicate, dark eyebrows, showing she was very interested in his words.
Watching the two of them make eyes at each other, Song Xinya almost blurted out: Why don't you two just go get a room.
The drinks were brought over quickly.
While Song Xinya bit the straw with her soft red lips, slowly sipping her drink, Tiantianquan tilted her head back and downed her Special Person in one gulp.
With a glistening sheen of liquid on her lips, she spoke in a soft, delicate voice, looking at Chen Siyan. "I'm going to the restroom."
Her graceful, swaying figure headed toward the restroom.
Chen Siyan raised his Paper Airplane and downed it in one gulp. "I'm going to the restroom too."
He followed behind her, heading to the restroom together.
Song Xinya picked up her phone and checked the time. It was eleven at night.
The recipe for the Love at First Sight cocktail was gin, vodka, vitamin C water, and grenadine syrup.
Every bar had a different ratio for the recipe, which meant the alcohol content of Love at First Sight could vary.
In the past, when Song Xinya drank a glass of Love at First Sight at other bars, she wouldn't get drunk at all.
Today, after finishing one glass of Love at First Sight, she held out a hand to look at it. Wow, six fingers!
Deafening cheers erupted in her ears as the bar began its warm-up event for the night—
Selecting a female customer to interact with ten muscular hunks.
A bright spotlight flashed back and forth across the bar. Whoever the beam landed on would be the chosen lucky winner.
Just as Song Xinya's mind was spinning dizzily, a dazzling beam of light hit her face, illuminating her breathtakingly beautiful features.
Earth-shattering cheers rang out, mixed with screams and whistles.
Ten shirtless muscular hunks walked toward Song Xinya, surrounding her in the middle. Instantly, the scent of testosterone overflowed.
The host held the microphone, his voice soaring: "Next, let our hunks use their abs to open bottle caps for this beautiful lady!"
The host asked Song Xinya, "Opening bottle caps with abs—have you ever seen that, miss?"
Song Xinya answered truthfully, "No."
A hunk picked up a bottled cocktail from the table, pressed the cap against his abs, and with a forceful swipe, sent the cap clattering to the floor.
Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd.
It was Song Xinya's first time seeing someone open a bottle with their abs. Feeling both fascinated and amazed, she looked back and forth between the bottle and the hunk's abs, exclaiming, "Wow, you really can use abs as a bottle opener!"
The host announced, "Next, let's invite this lady to try it herself! Take the cocktail and give it a hard swipe against our hunk's abs!"
The crowd started chanting and cheering, "Swipe it! Swipe it! Swipe it!"
A bottle of cocktail was handed to Song Xinya.
Holding the drink, she pressed the mouth of the bottle against the muscular hunk's abs.
Just at that moment, her phone suddenly rang. Song Xinya picked it up and saw it was a call from Qin Yuhe.
The man's deep, icy voice pierced her ear: "Mrs. Qin, what are you doing?"
Song Xinya blinked and said, "I'm at home, sleeping like a good girl."
Anyway, Qin Yuhe wasn't in Jingbei right now, so he wouldn't know she was lying.
The man's voice sounded like it was squeezed through gritted teeth: "Song Xinya, look up and straight ahead."
Song Xinya looked up, only to see Qin Yuhe standing less than five meters away from her.
Σ(ﾟдﾟlll)!!!
I am so dead!!!!!!!!!
