Zhou Xing watched Chang Wenyu depart.
He held his glass, deep in thought.
He wasn't so naive as to believe they had become friends just because they hit it off at first sight.
People are realistic, and this type of Second-generation rich is even more so.
If one doesn't demonstrate value, they won't even catch their eye.
If Zhou Xing hadn't chosen to have Zhang Yan book a booth and spend a million today, Chang Wenyu's attitude might have been the complete opposite.
Chang Wenyu's questions were consistently aimed at probing for information about him.
At the same time, he slightly revealed his own situation.
Huang Mingyuan, with a net worth of several hundred million, was no different from a scavenger in his eyes.
His words were full of disdain.
Zhou Xing chose to cooperate, showing the youthful arrogance he was expected to have while also flexing his muscles.
Both were well aware of the situation and didn't state the obvious.
Only when two people can converse at the same level is it possible for them to become friends.
So, in the eyes of outsiders...
Zhou Xing and Chang Wenyu were chatting happily and had an excellent relationship.
Draining his glass in one gulp, a smile appeared in Zhou Xing's eyes.
Now this is getting interesting.
It seems that in the Shanghai circles, playboys like Huang Mingyuan are the minority; most are smart people like Chang Wenyu.
When one's strength reaches a certain level, they don't need to try to fit in; the circle will come looking for them.
Just like Chang Wenyu did today.
Zhou Xing believed that before long, Chang Wenyu would seek him out again.
At that time... it wouldn't just be him.
There would also be the figures from his inner circle.
Today was just a brief chat; only when that time comes and Zhou Xing can hold his own will it prove he's truly been accepted... Back at the booth.
After so much had happened, the atmosphere was no longer what it was before.
Luo Qianqian, however, looked bleary-eyed from drink, her soft body leaning into Zhou Xing's embrace.
She seemed somewhat intoxicated to the point of unconsciousness.
Ding-dong.
Zhou Xing's phone rang.
He took it out and saw it was actually from An Ya.
"Zhou Xing... I was wrong, please don't be mad at me anymore, okay?"
Zhou Xing looked up and happened to lock eyes with An Ya.
This time, An Ya didn't look away; instead, she bit her red lip, looking pitiful.
Zhou Xing gave a faint smile.
He didn't reply to anything and simply tucked the phone back into his pocket.
Seeing this, An Ya immediately became a bit anxious.
She hesitated for a moment with her glass in hand, then walked toward Zhou Xing, quietly squeezing into a spot beside him.
"Zhou Xing..."
An Ya leaned her body against Zhou Xing, her pretty face flushed, and whispered, "Can you take me back later?"
"I've been drinking, so I'll have to find a designated driver. I can't drive."
Zhou Xing shook his head.
The lamborghini aventador only has two seats, and the designated driver would take up one.
That meant he couldn't take anyone.
Besides, a designated driver might not be easy to find. After all, supercars like the big bull have limited interior space despite their cool appearance.
The capacity of the front trunk might not even fit a designated driver's folding bicycle.
Zhou Xing didn't think too much of it.
If it was inconvenient, he'd just leave the car here and come back for it when he had time.
"It's okay, we can take a taxi back."
An Ya leaned into Zhou Xing's ear, her soft, sweet voice accompanied by the sound of her breathing, making Zhou Xing's ear itch. "When the time comes, I'll let you touch my legs again."
By the time she said this, An Ya was extremely bashful. "Haven't you always liked my legs?"
Zhou Xing looked down at An Ya's smooth, lustrous legs.
They were indeed very attractive.
"Alright, I'll take you back later."
Zhou Xing didn't refuse.
"Really?"
A look of joy appeared on An Ya's face. "Zhou Xing, you're the best!"
She hugged Zhou Xing's arm, shaking it slightly, then asked somewhat cautiously, "Then you shouldn't be mad at me anymore, right?"
Zhou Xing placed his hand on her thigh, stroking it as he asked with a smile, "When was I ever mad at you?"
An Ya shifted her body slightly, not to avoid Zhou Xing's hand, but to make it more convenient for him.
"That's good then. I'll wait for you."
After leaving those words, An Ya didn't continue sitting there but returned to her original spot.
Those actions just now had already used up all her courage.
Zhou Xing chuckled, not thinking much of it.
An Ya's amateur-level tactics were truly not much to look at. As expected, only 'green tea' that has been lightly parched tastes more mellow.
"Young Master Zhou, you can't favor one over the other."
As soon as An Ya left, Luo Qianqian, who had supposedly passed out in his arms, suddenly opened her eyes and said wistfully, "An Ya acts spoiled for a couple of sentences and you agree to take her back. What about me?"
"I'm drunk!"
Luo Qianqian opened her watery eyes wide and said with a frail look, "A girl like me is drunk, and it's so late. It's very unsafe."
Zhou Xing didn't expose her faked drunkenness, simply saying calmly, "I'll take An Ya back first. You take a taxi to the hotel where I'm staying. I'll let the hotel know, and you can just give them my name when you get there. They'll take you up."
"Young Master Zhou, how can you do that? I want to go back with you."
Luo Qianqian acted spoiled.
"Be good."
Zhou Xing patted her rounded shoulder.
"Fine."
Luo Qianqian could only nod obediently, though she was somewhat disappointed internally.
She had originally wanted to get in first and snatch the opportunity from An Ya.
It seemed that... her position in Zhou Xing's heart was still not as high as An Ya's.
She knew she couldn't have him all to herself, but when it actually happened, she was still incredibly dejected.
After all, who wouldn't want to monopolize a guy like Zhou Xing and devour him whole?
"Do I need to go back to my own hotel first?"
Luo Qianqian asked.
"What are you going back to your hotel for?"
Zhou Xing couldn't help but wonder.
"To get my work uniform, of course."
Luo Qianqian was inevitably a bit shy and lowered her head.
Zhou Xing burst out laughing. "Are you wearing Pinru's clothes?"
"What?"
Luo Qianqian was confused.
"Nothing."
Zhou Xing didn't explain, but looking at the enchanting Luo Qianqian in his arms, his heart couldn't help but stir a little.
It had to be said that their work uniforms were indeed very attractive to him.
He looked over toward An Ya.
He wondered what kind of sight it would be when An Ya wore her uniform later.
An Ya sensed Zhou Xing's gaze and gave him a sweet smile.
Seeing this, Luo Qianqian pouted with dissatisfaction. "I'm right here in your arms, yet you're still looking at An Ya!"
"Aren't you being too biased?"
Zhou Xing just smiled faintly. "Then go back and grab your clothes."