I'm not interested in scumbags

"Don't drink and drive, I'm leaving."

With a cold face, instructions, and farewell, Jiang Songhe was already furious.

Ni Haolang took out his unique Ligeleng, which he had created when he was a child, and the first step was to make a lighthearted joke.

"What's wrong with you, my brother? I don't believe you when you say the girl I personally picked isn't good! Look at you, so unmoved. What? You haven't gotten over what happened with that little sister from back then?"

For the first time ever, Jiang Songhe's face showed obvious anger, and without saying a word, she got up and left.

Oh no, we've messed up. Time to move on to the second step. A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm.

Ni Haolang let go of the dancer, dragged his lower body to Jiang Songhe's side, and pressed him down: "Brother! Hey, I was wrong, I was talking nonsense! I just saw you were all stiff today, so I wanted to tease you! Why are you still like a kid, so easily aroused?!"

"Bang, you, Mom."

The third step is to use emotional appeals, even if the response is vague and unconvincing.

"Why did you hit my mom? Have you forgotten how many meals you, a left-behind child, used to come to my house and freeload off my mom?"

"..."

It's done. The final step: let's be unreasonable and reckless.

"Hey, sit down! I was really wrong, I was really wrong. It was my fault for not taking good care of you tonight. Why don't you beat me up to vent your anger?" Ni Haolang grinned and leaned closer. Seeing that Jiang Songhe didn't move, he grabbed his hand and was about to slap his own face.

Jiang Songhe pulled his hand back and cursed in a clear and distinct "Get lost," then crossed his arms and sat back down in his original position, but moved a step further away in disgust.

In the past, people would have laughed at the "get lost" part, and then given a little slap on the wrist, and the matter would have been over. Why are you still angry now?

Ni Haolang scratched his face and began to look Jiang Songhe up and down. The only difference between the 17-year-old and 34-year-old Jiang Songhe was the age difference: school uniform and suit. Suit... Haha, bro, your pecs are pretty well done, huh?

When men are in the same frame, they are always compared in size. He looked down at himself and silently tucked up his collar, which was plunging down to his navel.

After staring at him with envy and jealousy for a while, Ni Haolang suddenly realized where he had gone wrong. They had been out having fun for so long, and he was practically naked from the excitement, while Jiang Songhe was still covered in clothes like a Russian nesting doll.

Ni Haolang's inner monologue: "I'm a painter, after all, and I have a keen eye for girls' aesthetics... Oh?! Sigh!!"

"Look at this, isn't it ridiculous?" Ni Haolang beckoned to the voluptuous dancer he had been holding, generously parting with her. "Cherry, come here! You! Passion! My bro! Got it?! (You! Show! Passion! To my brother! You know what?!)"

Jiang Songhe truly regretted not punching Ni Haolang in the mouth earlier.

Before he could react, the dancer named Cherry straddled Jiang Songhe's lap, pressing one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching inside his shirt to grope him. Cherry spread her legs and trembled in the air, her upper body undulating with amorous allure, her hair whipping around so hard he couldn't open his eyes. When he looked again, he saw that one of the buttons on her shirt collar had popped open.

The joy of their long-awaited reunion vanished instantly. Jiang Songhe stood up abruptly, and the dark clouds overhead startled Cherry.

If you can't bring yourself to lay a hand on a dog, there's no reason to be violent towards a woman struggling to make a living.

Jiang Songhe stiffly pulled out his wallet, grabbed a few large bills, and lifted them up. Cherry didn't dare to take them, so he suppressed his anger and followed suit, stiffly rolling up the bills and stuffing them into Cherry's bra.

Taking advantage of the moment when the person covered their mouth and thanked her with a smile, Jiang Songhe seized the opportunity to sidestep and pass by. Seeing that the other person was blond and blue-eyed, she left with an "Excuse me" and barely managed to walk straight out of the booth.

"Hurry up and pee, Songhe, or Cherry might change her mind!"

"I'll piss on you... Get lost!"

-

Jonathan's new single "Sacrifice Night Dawn" is about to be released, and he has also been invited to compose the final song for the Diamond Ash Show. He has been so busy lately that he has been working day and night and has run out of ideas. Whenever he is in this situation, he often comes to Diamond Ash to close out a few songs and have some fun.

Diamond Ash is owned by Jonathan TANG, with top-notch security and a state-of-the-art sound system. Since the purpose of the event was to let loose and relax, tonight's performance was a spontaneous flash mob, and he didn't call his assistant and bodyguard, Vasin.

Jonathan, dressed in a previously unreleased new menswear design from WANTON WU, entered through the back door and went straight to the second floor. For holidays like Christmas, DA would arrange a series of exciting "special programs." He glanced down from the second-floor railing and then returned to his private artist dressing room, surprisingly uninterested.

Perhaps due to exhaustion and a weakened immune system, Jonathan had a slight fever. He had intended to take a nap before going on stage, but this unexpected incident occurred.

"Ryan? What the f*ck?!"

Jonathan woke up with a start to find himself pinned down on the sofa, unable to move.

"I saw you up there," Ryan whispered heavily, his breathing labored under Jonathan's chaotic sensory stimulation, "and here's the way I say hi...you like it, hum?"

The pungent smell of alcohol and the heat hit him in the face. Jonathan shrugged and cursed irritably, "Like it my ass! Let go of me!"

“Shhhshhh…” The hand gripping the long neck traced up the defined jawline, slipping two fingers between the thin lips. “Relax Janus, it’s just a little punishment for your trick…”

Jonathan seized the opportunity and bit down hard. Ryan cried out in pain and pulled his claws back. With one hand freed, Jonathan rolled over, grabbed Ryan by the collar and shoved him off the sofa, then delivered a powerful knee strike to Ryan's bulging crotch.

"Ahhh—— (Ahhh——)"

After an even more agonizing howl, Jonathan and Ryan rolled upside down on the ground.

Ryan was an actor poached by TANG from a leading film company to expand their agency business. The two first met at a charity gala organized by the company. Jonathan was indifferent to how many awards Ryan had won, but accepted the invitation because his voice sounded familiar. After the gala, they went to a bar called Strange Blue.

Ryan, having failed to seduce Jonathan, secretly drugged his drink while Jonathan was away. Jonathan, realizing the deception, didn't expose him for the sake of the company, but not wanting to let this scumbag get away with it, he left Wasin's address, luring him there late at night to find out what the "surprise" was all about. Meanwhile, Jonathan went back to his apartment and slept soundly.

Jonathan lifted Ryan's upper body and pulled him in front of his face, slowly increasing the pressure with his knee, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Are you blind, or just too confident? Do you think I'm the bottom one, huh?"

Amidst the localized attack, Ryan broke out in a cold sweat, cowering as he asked, "What...what did you say?"

"I'm not interested in your pathetic scumbag. Mess with me again, and you'll vanish from public view, you hear me?"

-

Just as Ni Haolang had said, there weren't many people on the second floor. Jiang Songhe walked a little further away to loosen up and tried to test how drunk she was with a normal gait.

Good news, it can travel in a straight line.

Bad news, it came from a diagonal angle.

Jiang Songhe disliked this feeling of being out of control and desperately needed a cigarette to relieve his irritability. However, he had to wash his hands after touching the banknotes. The thought of lingering in this godforsaken place in a drunken state only made him more annoyed. The more annoyed he became, the more he wanted to smoke, and the more he wanted to smoke, the more anxious he became to wash his hands.

The emotions amplified by alcohol were hard to ignore, and soon they formed a web between the lines and texture of his palms. Jiang Songhe rubbed his fingertips and felt his hands starting to feel sticky and itchy. He spread his hands out and wandered around the second floor in the shackled position, trying to find a clean restroom to relieve himself.

After wandering around like a ghost for a long time, Jiang Songhe stopped in front of a room with a VIP sign lit up. The door was ajar, and there was probably no one inside, but he could vaguely see a white washbasin. Without thinking much, he used the tip of his shoe to pry open the door and slipped inside before it closed automatically.

The sign “GREENROOM” on the door was briefly illuminated by the indoor light before disappearing back into darkness after the door closed.

Jiang Songhe removed a platinum ring inlaid with black lambskin from the middle finger of her left hand through a tissue, wiped the sink surface vigorously, placed another tissue on it, and then put the ring back on with peace of mind.

He washed himself several times, until his skin was wet and red, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Songhe glanced around the restroom, which was far more complete than it seemed, with a standing clothes rack, a dressing lamp, and even an ice bar cabinet.

There seemed to be a small changing room inside, and then a rustling sound came from inside the door. Jiang Songhe turned off the tap, and the sound became clearer; it was a man's suppressed sobbing.

Jiang Songhe didn't want to meddle, so he took out some tissues to wipe his hands and was about to leave when another painful wail came from inside.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Songhe lifted the tip of his shoe to push the door open again, and was stunned by what he saw.

A white-haired boy, shirtless and with his belt loose, was kneeling between the legs of a white man who was bent over like a shrimp...

Jiang Songhe: "..."

The little devil noticed the uninvited guest had entered, raised his eyebrows and looked over, his gaze carrying a sense of pressure. When their eyes met, there was a hint of curiosity and a stare that made Jiang Songhe feel uncomfortable.

That's practically being a scoundrel from afar.

However, in this situation, Jiang Songhe looks like the sleazy old man who eavesdrops and ruins other people's plans, and he can't explain himself no matter what.

"Sorry to bother you."