Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 327 Bar

Saturday.

Song Huan gave Feng Jingshi, Wu Tian, ​​and their core development team a day off.

We've been working non-stop lately, from all-night debugging before launch to real-time monitoring after launch, and iterative optimizations for both the merchant and delivery sides. Everyone's dark circles are practically hanging down to their chins.

As for where to relax, no one knows better than Song Huan how programmers should de-stress.

He led everyone directly to the largest bar in Xinjiekou.

The lights were dim, but the music was blasting.

The dance floor was filled with swaying figures, and laser lights sliced ​​each person's face into fragments of red, blue, and green, flashing on and off.

Wu Tian and Chen Fei were used to this atmosphere. They sat down in a booth, opened the wine list, and ordered a dozen Corona wines and two fruit platters as if they knew what they were doing.

Before all the drinks were served, Wu Tian had already started swaying to the music.

He was completely off-beat, but he obviously didn't realize it.

Chen Fei leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand, a smug look on his face that said, "I was once a nightclub prince."

Feng Jingshi is different.

He sat at the far end of the booth, his back ramrod straight, his hands resting on his knees, like a fawn that had wandered into the depths of the forest.

He blinked when the laser light swept over him.

A few girls in the booth next to him glanced in their direction, and his ears turned red. He lowered his head and stared at the untouched glass of wine on the table.

Song Huan picked up her cup and clinked it against Feng Jingshi's.

"drink."

Feng Jingshi hesitated for a moment, then picked up the glass and took a sip.

frown.

I took another sip.

His brows relaxed.

After three cups, his back became crooked.

After five drinks, he started swaying to the music.

But like Wu Tian, ​​he was completely off-beat.

After a while, he stood by the booth, facing Wu Tian. The two programmers were stiff as bends, like two telephone poles bent by the wind.

Song Huan leaned back on the sofa, watching the group of people.

Wu Tian had his arm around Feng Jingshi's shoulder, and the two of them were headbanging to the DJ's beat.

Chen Fei had somehow managed to sneak onto the dance floor and was dancing more enthusiastically than anyone else.

The two front-end developers in the corner, who usually wouldn't even dare to look a girl in the eye, were now holding wine glasses, their faces flushed, and singing loudly along to the music, the tune completely off-key.

He took a sip of his drink, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out, and the screen displayed "Little Cloud".

He immediately stood up, walked through the deafening music and swaying crowd, pushed open the bathroom door, and only answered the call after confirming that he could no longer hear the bar DJ.

"Feed?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then Xiao Yunqing's voice came over, softly, with something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Song Huan, are you busy?"

"Yeah, I'm out talking to some friends about something."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I... want to talk to you."

Song Huan leaned against the sink.

Someone came into the restroom and drunkenly slammed the door.

He lowered his voice, "It's not convenient right now. What's up? I'll come to Tokyo University to find you tomorrow, okay?"

There was silence on the other end for a while.

Then she hummed in agreement.

"Then you go ahead and get busy. When you're not busy... come find me."

The phone hangs up.

Song Huan took the phone off her ear and looked at the three words on the screen.

Her voice doesn't sound right.

But he didn't think much of it.

Are you feeling unwell? Did you have a fight with your roommate?

I'll go see her at Tokyo University tomorrow.

He put his phone back in his pocket, pushed open the door, and went back to the booth.

Wu Tian raised his glass and shouted, "Boss, why did you run away? You're on your death sentence!"

He took it and downed it in one gulp.

We played until night.

As Song Huan walked out of the bar, a cold wind blew into her face, making her stomach churn.

He stood on the steps of the bar entrance, his hands supporting his knees, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit.

My head was spinning like I'd been given a pound of paste; the steps in front of me were swaying, and I couldn't tell which way was which.

Wu Tian and Chen Fei emerged from the back, supporting each other; they were also quite drunk.

Chen Fei let out a hiccup, his speech already slurred, "Boss, our hotel is nearby, you can walk there. Are you sure you can get back by yourself? Should I get you a room too?"

Song Huan waved her hand, telling them to go first.

The two of them supported each other and staggered towards the street corner.

Song Huan stood on the steps for a while longer.

My stomach was churning, and my head was getting heavier and heavier.

Just as he was about to lose his balance, a hand caught him.

He felt himself sinking into a soft body, and a strong scent of perfume filled his nostrils.

It's that cheap, cloyingly sweet floral scent.

He forced his eyes open, and before him stood a heavily made-up face.

She had red lips, high-lined eyeliner, and wore a sequined halter dress with an unidentified brand of faux fur over it.

It's the woman from the bar earlier.

She saw Song Huan coming out to pay the bill.

Song Huan didn't even blink at the wad of cash.

"Handsome, are you alright?" Her voice was soft and gentle, close to his ear.

She supported him, their bodies very close.

Song Huan supported herself on her knees, not looking at her.

She wasn't annoyed. She gently traced his name on his arm with her finger. "I live not far away. Would you like to come over for a bit? Have a cup of hot water."

Song Huan shook her head.

The woman pursed her lips, softening her voice even more, with just the right amount of grievance.

"Does my brother look down on me because I work in nightclubs?"

Song Huan paused for a moment.

Men have two great interests: to corrupt respectable women and to persuade prostitutes to reform themselves.

This is something ingrained in our bones.

As the woman said this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She didn't believe he could hold on any longer.

Song Huan really couldn't hold on any longer.

It wasn't because of her, but because a picture suddenly popped into his mind.

Lin Yue in her past life.

She wore a silver sequined dress, her hair was styled in big waves, and her lips were painted bright red.

Standing under the neon lights at the entrance of the KTV, when he questioned her, "You work here?", the expression on her face was exactly the same as the woman's expression when she asked, "Brother, do you look down on me for working in a nightclub?"

His mind was soaked in alcohol, and images swirled before his eyes like shards of glass.

He suddenly shouted, "What's wrong with nightclub girls! Nightclub girls are great too!"

The woman paused for a moment, then smiled—a smug smile.

She brought her lips close and gave him a quick kiss, pressing her red lips against his cheek. She then wrapped her arms around his, her voice sweet and cloying.

"I knew you wouldn't dislike me..."

Song Huan's vision suddenly cleared for a moment.

He saw a person five meters away.

Xiao Yunqing stood there.

She was wearing a pink down jacket, the same matching pair she and he had bought.

Her hair was disheveled by the wind, with a few stray strands clinging to her pale face.

She stood very straight, her hands hanging at her sides, motionless, with the kind of look one gives when looking at trash.

Zhou Shan stood beside her, holding her arm, her face full of worry.

Song Huan felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Xiao Yunqing? What's she doing here? Shouldn't she be at Dongda University?

The woman next to him hadn't realized what was happening yet; her lips still had lipstick smudged from when she kissed him.

Song Huan suddenly turned around and shoved her away.

She was very strong; the woman took two steps back, her high heels twisted, and she almost fell.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

The woman stood frozen in place, mouth agape, still clutching the collar of the fake fur coat.

Song Huan turned back.

Xiao Yunqing remained standing in the same spot.

His voice was trembling, but he tried his best to remain calm.

"Little Cloud, what are you doing here?"

"Don't call me Little Cloud." Xiao Yunqing's voice was frighteningly cold.

Song Huan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Xiao Yunqing's thoughts flooded into his mind like shards of glass.

Don't call me Little Cloud...

[You said you'd come find me after you finished your work, and I believed you.]

[Busy? You're busy inside the bar, but you're seen hugging and cuddling with a nightclub girl outside.]

Why didn't you dodge when she kissed you? Why the hell didn't you dodge?!

Song Huan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He took a step forward, but his legs wouldn't obey him, he swayed, and almost fell.

Zhou Shan couldn't stand it anymore, so she took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Yunqing.

"Song Huan, Yun Qing was bullied by her roommates at school, but she didn't dare tell you. She said you were busy and she'd contact you later. She was afraid of interfering with your business and that you'd find her annoying. And you, you come to this godforsaken place!"

Her voice grew louder and louder, trembling with anger, "Why didn't you dodge when that woman kissed you? How could you face Yun Qing?!"

"Ignore him, Shanshan, let's go."

Xiao Yunqing turned around.

His voice was stubborn, just like always.

But the moment he turned around, he heard it.

A very soft sob escaped from her throat.

Xiao Yunqing cried.

She walked quickly forward, faster and faster, and Zhou Shan caught up with her and put her arm around her shoulder.

The pink down jacket swayed under the streetlights.

"etc!"

Song Huan took two steps to catch up.

But her legs were so weak that she stepped on an uneven paving stone and fell forward.

His knee hit the ground, and the pain made him see stars.

He pushed himself up from the ground.

The pink down jacket had already turned the corner and disappeared.

He stood on the empty sidewalk.

My stomach was still churning, my knees were aching, and there was still that woman's lipstick mark on my face.

The woman walked up from behind, looked at him cautiously, and asked, "Um... is this your girlfriend? I didn't know you had a girlfriend, I..."

Song Huan took out a few red bills from his pocket and threw them at her.

The banknotes scattered in the night wind, a few of them drifting and landing in puddles.

The woman's face turned pale.

"Get out, get the hell out of here."

She didn't dare say anything more, bent down to pick up the banknotes on the ground, picked up the wet ones as well, turned around, and walked away quickly.

The hem of the faux fur coat swayed a few times in the wind before disappearing behind the row of neon lights at the bar entrance.

Song Huan stood on the street.

A breeze blew by, and the lipstick mark on my face felt cool.

He raised his hand and rubbed it hard, but it wasn't clean enough, so he finally gave up.

"Hold!"