Chapter 157 The Art of Conversation

On the return trip, Chen Su personally escorted An Jin and the other person back.

As they were getting off the bus, Chen Su asked An Jin about her schedule for the next day in a friendly manner.

An Jin held her bag and phone, looking like a submissive woman who would do anything she wanted.

"Are you going to take me out to play?"

Chen Su reached out and affectionately pinched An Jin's earlobe: "There's an auction the day after tomorrow, and I need a female companion."

An Jin raised an eyebrow: "My appearance fee is quite high."

Chen Su then said, "I think I can definitely afford it."

An Jin: "What time?"

Chen Su smiled gently: "I'll pick you up at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow."

An Jin shook her head: "No, come pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Chen Su: "Oh?"

An Jin snorted: "An auction, eh? Such a high-class occasion, of course I have to prepare my battle robe a day in advance."

Chen Su suddenly realized what was going on. He took out a card from his wallet and handed it to An Jin.

An Jin looked at the black card in front of her: "What is this? Give me your supplementary gold card so I can use it however I want."

Chen Su glanced at the black card and corrected, "Apart from the fact that the card is black, what I mean is similar to this line: the password is eight zeros, there is no credit limit, you can swipe it however you want."

An Jin pouted: "What do you mean? You're not coming tomorrow?"

She gave him a playful glare: "Are you kidding me? I came to this city for you, aren't you going to spend more time with me?"

Chen Su glanced at the black card that An Jin had already stuffed into her bag and explained softly, "I have two very important meetings tomorrow that I can't cancel. Be a good girl and go shopping by yourself, okay?"

An Jin gave an affected snort, turned her back to Chen Su, and said no.

Chen Su rubbed his temples and gently coaxed An Jin.

Zhang Yuanyuan, who witnessed the whole thing from the back seat, secretly widened her eyes.

Write it down, write it down, write it all down!

It's 11 p.m.

An Jin got out of the car and entered the hotel.

Zhang Yuanyuan followed closely behind. The two pretty girls clicked along in their high heels as they passed through the hotel lobby, attracting the attention of many guests who were checking in.

A man waiting for his friend in the hotel lobby looked at An Jin's back with a puzzled expression.

"An'an?"

The man said something uncertainly in a soft voice.

He stood up and looked straight in the direction of the elevator. The more he looked, the more familiar the figure standing in front of the elevator with his back to him seemed.

Just as he was about to step forward, he heard his friend's voice.

"Brother, your dad's here. Come on, come on, the car's waiting right at the door."

The man was given a bear hug by his friend and held in place.

"Ah, wait a minute, I have something to do."

The man hesitated for a moment, then turned around after saying those words to his friend, and An Jin and the other man had already entered the elevator.

The man looked at An Jin's beautiful face, hoisted his friend off his back, and headed towards the elevator, calling out as he went, "Wait! Wait!"

An Jin, who was looking down at her phone, heard the sound. She looked up and gazed at the elevator doors with a puzzled expression.

The man met An Jin's gaze and hurriedly ran forward, but unfortunately, he was restrained by his friend again after only a few steps.

"What's wrong? Who did you see?"

The man turned to his friend and said, "An'an, I saw An'an."

"An'an? Seriously, buddy? Does this person use such a strong filter in their live stream? They look so average in real life."

The man looked at his friend with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you sure you have eyes?" and said, "She looks great offline too."

The friend pointed to a couple that had appeared in front of the man at some point: "I think they're pretty ordinary, and besides, they both have boyfriends."

The man turned his head and saw that the elevator where An Jin was was already going up, and now standing at the elevator door was a young couple talking.

"You're mistaken. An'an has already taken the elevator up."

His friend said, "Okay, I knew your taste couldn't be that bad. Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go, they're still waiting for you at the bar."

The man glanced at the time: "Never mind, I'm not going."

His friend said, "What's wrong? This is such a downer. You're free tomorrow, come on, everyone's waiting for you."

The man said firmly, "I'm not going. You guys have fun. I'll treat you sometime. I suddenly have something to do."

His friend looked puzzled and said, "What happened so suddenly? Really."

Man: "There's nothing I can do, you go ahead."

His friend: "Okay, I'm leaving then."

The man watched his friend's figure disappear into the distance. He took out his phone, and then, as if remembering something, his gaze turned somberly towards the elevator.

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An Jin's suite was bustling with activity.

When she and Zhang Yuanyuan returned, three men were sitting in the living room playing cards.

The stakes were red wine, and all three men were reeking of alcohol.

None of them were drunk yet. When An Jin came back, the three of them greeted her with silly smiles on their faces.

"You've been drinking so much, how long have you been fighting?"

Despite being relentlessly targeted by the two, Yan Qing, who had drunk the least, said: "Two hours."

An Jin touched Yan Qing's flushed cheeks and coaxed him, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Yan Qing slowly put down the cards in her hand and obediently spoke into An Jin's palm: "Sleep."

Seeing this, Xue Mingyue, who had an exceptionally high alcohol tolerance, sneered, "What are you pretending for?"

When An Jin was not back, Yan Qing always had a stern face.

Pei Ning, nearly drunk and completely exhausted, murmured, "An... An..."

Seeing Pei Ning swaying as she tried to stand up, An Jin quickly took two steps forward and helped her sit down on the sofa: "I'm here, don't stand up."

He's so drunk, he'd be finished if he fell down and fell asleep.

"Yuanyuan, keep an eye on the three of them."

An Jin went to the restroom to get a towel to wash the faces of the three drunkards.

Zhang Yuanyuan looked helplessly at the three people in the living room: "Okay, I'm watching."

An Jin came out with a wet towel, painstakingly washed the faces of the three of them, changed into her pajamas, and sat on the sofa typing on her keyboard.

After Zhang Yuanyuan finished showering, she saw An Jin still guarding the living room and said, "An'an, go take a shower. I'll watch over them."

An Jin frantically typed on the keyboard: "Wait a moment, I need to reply to some messages first."

Zhang Yuanyuan, who already sleeps late, stepped forward and sat down next to An Jin upon hearing this: "Okay, take your time going back."

Since the broadcast was suspended, An Jin's chat software has been bombarded by her older brothers and sisters.

Most of the messages were comforting to An Jin, but some older men and women seized the opportunity and frantically showed off their wealth in the chat box, offering to "take care" of An Jin.

Yan Qing has developed a set of rejection phrases for every person she rejects. As long as An Jin types the first two characters of the word "rejection" into her input method, she can see a series of quick replies.

An Jin casually selected a quick message and sent it, followed by a crying emoji and a thank you message to Brother So-and-so/Sister So-and-so. It was a complete and completely sincere rejection.

The steady clatter of the keyboard was quite soothing. By the time An Jin finished processing the messages from her older brothers, sisters, and fellow streamers, it was already 2 a.m.

Zhang Yuanyuan, who had just said she wasn't in a hurry, was now curled up on the sofa, phone in hand, and fast asleep.

Besides Zhang Yuanyuan, three men were lying on the carpet and sofa in the living room, their breathing heavy due to alcohol consumption.

An Jin got up, stretched, pulled the blanket covering Yan Qing onto Zhang Yuanyuan, yawned, and put on the Bluetooth headset.