Meanwhile, in the dance floor below the stage, a motley crew of beautiful women, some plump and some slender, swayed and screamed at Wen Heng, who was dancing wildly on stage, shouting, "Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye!"

On stage, Ye Chen smiled wickedly, jumping and twisting, while constantly throwing flirtatious glances and blowing kisses to the women below.

It's reminiscent of the courtesan from a brothel a hundred years ago, who was called upon by a group of admirers.

I frowned and stared intently at the person on the stage.

Even Qingyan got excited and started waving her arms and screaming along with the music.

"You don't know this Young Master Ye. He's the big boss of the X Bar Group. His shops are all over the country. He's so popular because he's handsome, rich, generous, and down-to-earth. Every bar he visits is packed!" Qingyan explained to me.

Yes, he's handsome, rich, generous, and popular with so many women.

There were so many that it was impossible to get close.

"Is there any way to make these people quiet down instantly and make sure they can hear me?" I whispered in Qingyan's ear.

Qingyan then remembered the important matter at hand: "Oh, right, I'll help you find your sweetheart."

Little did I know that the person I was looking for was the very big shot he had mentioned.

She then pointed to a corner in the distance: "Just turn off that music switch."

I squinted at the switch in the corner and strode forward.

Then, a sharp, piercing sound—the music stopped—was heard, echoing throughout the entire bar.

The loud, boisterous music and screams that had just been playing suddenly stopped.

But soon these people began to complain: "Huh? What's going on?"

"What happened?"

My chattering still made it impossible for anyone to hear me.

Then, "ring ring..." Wen Heng's phone rang on stage, breaking the silence of the entire bar.

On stage, Wen Heng gestured for silence from the audience.

The people below the stage obediently quieted down.

He switched to a more steady and deep voice and said seriously into the phone in his hand, "Hello?"

The familiar, deep voice of Wen Heng came through my phone: "Hello?"

"Ye Chen, Boss Ye, your leg healed pretty quickly! It seems you're having a lot of fun using someone else's body, huh?" I stood at a distance, my eyes fixed on Wen Heng on the stage, but I spoke earnestly into my phone, emphasizing each word.

Suddenly, the person on the stage raised their head, their eyes instantly falling on me standing some distance away, and our eyes met.

Sure enough, it was that kid Ye Chen.

I frowned and looked at Wen Heng in the distance; his face instantly turned as dark as charcoal.

I angrily put my phone away and ran towards Wen Heng's direction.

The person on the stage turned and ran away in astonishment.

I changed direction, intending to take a shortcut to intercept him.

Qingyan blinked blankly, not knowing what was going on. By the time she realized what was happening, I was already far away. She could only hear her calling my name repeatedly from behind.

I chased Ye Chen all the way out of the bar.

When I came out, I could no longer see him.

I was both anxious and angry, so I grabbed my phone and started bombarding him with calls.

However, the phone kept ringing, and the other party did not answer my call.

I was so angry that I stomped my feet.

In a fit of rage, he began to hurl insults and curses at Ye Chen's ancestors.

A large hand covered my mouth from behind.

And my body was dragged into a dark alley.

"Shh~"

I looked up and met Wen Heng's eyes, which were radiating a hazy light.

He put his index finger to his lips to signal me to be quiet.

It's definitely Ye Chen, that lackey, living inside Wen Heng's body!

Although I can no longer see the soul in his eyes, no one can replace Wenheng's pure gaze.

I especially hated Ye Chen's sly, hazy eyes so much that I gritted my teeth in hatred. That memory is still vivid in my mind.

As I struggled to break free from his grasp, he pointed to a spot not far away.

I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Ye Ling'er, with Ye Chen's effeminate face and body, wearing a long crimson dress, walking slowly into the bar with an arrogant gait.

Only after she had completely entered the bar did Ye Chen remove his hands from my mouth.

"Smack!"

Freed from my predicament, I slapped Ye Chen across the face!

With Wen Heng's face on his back, Ye Chen smiled wickedly at me as always: "Ah Hua, long time no see, still as rude as ever..."

Although he smiled at me with Wen Heng's face on his back, I felt as if he was desecrating Wen Heng's face, and even felt that he was somewhat lewd.

One slap wasn't enough to vent his anger; he was about to raise his hand again to strike...

Ye Chen, however, cheekily brought his face close to mine: "Go ahead and hit me. This body and this face aren't mine. I won't pay for the damage!"

My outstretched hand froze in mid-air and then withdrew.

But then I thought again, although it was Wen Heng's body, it was still Ye Chen who could feel pain.

So I grabbed his ear and demanded, "Tell me! Back then, did you and Ye Ling'er conspire to trick me into stealing his immortal body by faking Wen Heng's death?"

"It's not a lie, you're just being stupid!" Ye Chen covered his ears in pain, then grinned foolishly, "My heart only belongs to Ahua, you know, I would never lie to you!"

"Ha!" I sneered.

"I saw you flirting and blowing kisses to all those girls in the bar, there's no way I was the only one..."

"What? Is Ah Hua jealous?" Ye Chen continued to grin at me.

"Tell me! Have you used this body to be intimate with other women?!" I angrily grabbed his collar and questioned him.

"I wouldn't dare!" Ye Chen raised both hands in agreement.

"Does it exist or not?!"

"Even if I wanted to do it, I couldn't!" Ye Chen said innocently.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion: "What do you mean?"

“My soul has already survived independently. Without emotion, how can there be love? Now, the only one who can make my feelings sprout is you, Ah Hua…” As Ye Chen spoke, his eyes began to gaze at me with deep affection.

An ambiguous atmosphere began to waft towards my face...

The orange streetlights shone on his harmless face.

In a daze, I forgot that this person was Ye Chen, not Wen Heng.

This face, which I think about day and night, and which has driven me to the brink of madness, has almost driven me insane.

Ye Chen brought his face closer and closer, and just as his thin lips were about to touch mine...

Suddenly, I felt an unbearable pain in my heart.

The pain was so intense that I clutched my chest and even collapsed to the ground.

Ye Chen then nervously squatted down and asked me, "Did you drink that beverage at the bar just now?"

I clutched my chest and retorted irritably, "What else would you drink at a bar if not alcohol?"

"What's wrong? Why does my heart feel so tight and painful? Could it be related to this wine?"

I suddenly realized: "Could it be Ye Ling'er?"