Chapter 28
"What are you going to do?"
Yuan Chuyu remained slumped in the sofa, one arm resting motionless on the armrest, coldly staring at Cheng Yanjin, whose face was grim as he went to look for someone: "Do you know where she is? Or do you know what she's doing?"
Cheng Yanjin paused, about to call Lin Langyi again.
The phone was suddenly snatched away.
"Don't take your temper out on her. If you're a man, deal with men directly and don't drag her into this."
Yuan Chuyu leaned back, fiddled with his phone for a moment, then casually tossed it aside without much interest: "What did she do wrong? Didn't they say she could leave if she was busy? Lin Langyi is clearly about to leave. Asking now will only make you seem ungrateful, and highlight how understanding and considerate she is."
His tone grew colder and colder, almost arrogantly dismissing her: "It's just a vague statement, is it really worth making you lose your composure like this?"
Frustrated, Cheng Yanjin retorted without hesitation, "She's not your wife, of course you're not in a hurry!"
Xiao Pucheng shrank to one side, swallowed hard, and dared not breathe.
Yuan Chuyu sneered, and for some reason, he actually stubbornly argued with the emotional Cheng Yanjin: "Who knows what the situation is, but since the environment is noisy, it's not like you're alone. Is there no other possibility in your mind besides a couple?"
"Didn't you hear him calling 'sister' in that voice that sounds like a chicken's neck?"
"What's wrong with calling me 'sister'?" Yuan Chuyu said coldly, unusually making a rather subjective and harsh comment on a complete stranger through the screen, "Besides sweet talk, she's good for nothing."
These two insults struck a nerve with Cheng Yanjin. At that moment, he felt a nameless fire burning in his chest, and he was so agitated that he paced back and forth.
He ran a hand through his hair, barely managing to suppress his agitation, and asked, "You mean, it doesn't necessarily mean she's a shameless mistress?"
Upon hearing the words "shameless," Xiao Pucheng's eyes darted wildly left and right, while Yuan Chuyu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he remained silent for two seconds.
After a long pause, he slowly said, "You're making too many unfounded accusations. How can you expect to get along with someone like that for long?"
"If you always dwell on trivial matters, you'll only create internal conflict for yourself and increase your partner's mental burden. Why don't you apply the same composure you have when dealing with company matters to your relationship?"
"Relationship matters?" Cheng Yanjin frowned and repeated.
“Oh, I misspoke,” Yuan Chuyu corrected his words without changing his expression, “You have no feelings for Lin Langyi. Remember that, don’t be presumptuous.”
"Let's chat slowly, you two..." Xiao Pucheng's butt kept shifting as if it were on a hot stove. He couldn't sit still any longer and tried every possible way to slip away. "I suddenly remembered that I haven't walked my dog at home today. It'll be howling at the moon again in the middle of the night. Haha, I'm leaving now."
"What are you walking?!" Cheng Yanjin wouldn't let go, pressing aggressively. "I've never seen you walk your dog before. What else can you do besides fatten your dog? Sit down! Take care of things here before you leave!"
Xiao Pucheng sat back down in his original spot with a pained expression on his face.
The room was deathly still, as if the air itself had gained weight. In the silence, Yuan Chuyu suddenly leaned forward and pressed the bell.
The waiter quickly answered the bell and entered. Yuan Chuyu didn't say much, but took the charcoal pencil from the waiter and began to tick and select items on the menu.
His hand was heavy, almost rough. A charcoal pencil, worn smooth and rounded, shouldn't have been dangerous, but it ripped the paper sharply two or three times in his hand.
He circled the menus quickly, and the waiter who was trying to make recommendations couldn't even keep up with Yuan Chuyu's speed. After one round, he simply slammed the charcoal pencil down on the menu, handed it back to the waiter along with the tip, and said, "Please hurry up, thank you."
They ordered only strong liquor.
The waiter hurriedly responded with a smile.
"I'm not in the mood for drinking." Cheng Yanjin's brow remained furrowed.
"Whether you're in the mood or not, you're going to get drunk today." Yuan Chuyu said coldly. "On this day, don't you want to see her?"
Twenty minutes later—
"Alright, stop drinking. What are you doing?" Xiao Pucheng snatched the bottle from Cheng Yanjin's hand, exasperated. "Do you want to get drunk or drink yourself to death?"
Cheng Yanjin's face was flushed with a hint of drunkenness, but his eyes were cold. After hanging up the phone, he spoke very little and just kept drinking.
It's real drinking; there are no fruits or side dishes to accompany the alcohol, just tilt your head back and drink it all.
Xiao Pucheng snatched the bottle from his hand, and his upper body slumped to the side. He tried to grab the bottle twice but failed, so he turned to the other side without a word, took a new bottle from the table, and started to open it.
"Hey hey hey hey!" Xiao Pucheng was holding one bottle in his arms and stretching out his arm to grab another new one. In his frantic state, he didn't forget to call for help, "Ayu, can you talk some sense into me!"
"No need to persuade me, I think Brother Yu is right, so I might as well get drunk and make her come to me."
Xiao Pucheng sighed deeply.
Cheng Yanjin drank quickly on an empty stomach, and the strong alcohol rushed into his throat and stomach, causing a burning sensation wherever it went.
He usually has a very high alcohol tolerance and once boasted that people who exercise always burn calories faster, but tonight, with his reckless drinking, he quickly started talking nonsense.
He slumped onto the sofa, his long arms and legs spread wide, taking up most of the space, and said in a daze, "Lin Langyi, you, you treat me like this, then I, I'm planning to get a five or six thousand yuan disease."
Xiao Pucheng couldn't help but say with a blank face, "That's a video about dogs. You have medical insurance, so you don't need to pay for it."
Cheng Yanjin couldn't listen. His mind was already drifting aimlessly through a fog. Then he said bitterly, "She went to see her first love! Did she think I didn't know? They're just a bunch of kids. She likes the young, bookish type."
Xiao Pucheng had been forced to listen to all the love and hate entanglements these past few days, and now he was quick to answer: "Didn't you say that Lin Langyi's ex went abroad? How could she possibly go to see him? You must have misheard."
Cheng Yanjin swayed as he raised one arm, revealing a Rolex GMT watch with full diamonds, and tapped his watch with one finger with the other: "Look at the time. There's someone next to her calling her 'sister' all the time."
When Yuan Chuyu heard the topic of first love again, he frowned, stood up in front of the table, put his hands in his pockets, and there was an empty wine bottle lying on its side, swaying precariously.
He asked, "What will you say when she arrives?"
Cheng Yanjin: "I need to go back to Shajiang Community, near Jingji Park. I didn't bring my keys, so she has to come and pick me up."
After saying that, he collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. "Go home... no, she said I have to go home if she calls me."
"But she didn't call me today."
"Then why should I go home? I'm not going home."
Xiao Pucheng looked at Cheng Yanjin, who was speaking his mind after drinking, nodded, and thought to himself that this man was clearer-headed when drunk than when sober. He then teased him sarcastically, "Here to show off your love?"
After his taunt, he glanced away, but didn't dare to actually look at Yuan Chuyu. His words, though spoken to Cheng Yanjin, were actually a subtle jab at the other person: "You should realize your feelings for Lin Langyi sooner rather than later. The two of you should get along well. Stop making her angry every day and stop causing trouble. Otherwise, she'll run away, and you'll regret it, you know?"
"If you have something to do, you can go now," Yuan Chuyu suddenly said. "I'll take him back."
Xiao Pucheng didn't want to get involved in this mess either. Hearing this, he felt like he had been granted a pardon. Even though he hadn't drunk much, he still pretended to hold his forehead and support himself for a while before taking two steps over and patting Yuan Chuyu on the shoulder: "Buddy, I'm leaving it to you. I'm going back too. You... know your place."
Cheng Yanjin was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, clearly having blacked out.
The room was completely silent.
Cheng Yanjin could not hear this profound piece of advice that was meant for Yuan Chuyu.
Yuan Chuyu withdrew his gaze from Cheng Yanjin, slowly raised his eyelids to look at his old friend, even blinking slowly, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a soft "hmm" from his throat.
Xiao Pucheng had just breathed a sigh of relief when his friend, who was always self-disciplined and knew how to conduct himself, suddenly changed his tune and downplayed the issue: "Of course I will know my limits and make sure he is safely sent back."
Xiao Pucheng sighed deeply in his heart; it seemed this guy was completely unyielding.
He was powerless to do anything, so he grabbed his coat, draped it over his shoulder, took out his phone from his pocket, turned it on, glanced at the time, and said, "I'm leaving."
The door opened and closed, leaving only Cheng Yanjin, who was lying crookedly on the sofa, and Yuan Chuyu, who stood motionless in front of him.
Even with all the lights on, the room is still dim. Mayfly-like light spots move back and forth along a predetermined path, cutting the shadows into patches of light and shadow.
Yuan Chuyu stood alone for a while, then turned on his phone screen again, swiped his finger twice over Lin Langyi's name, paused for a moment, and then pressed the button.
"Hello?" The call was answered quickly. There was a slight gust of wind on the other end, and Lin Langyi's voice seemed to drift into his ears as if it were shrouded in mist.
"Sorry, are you asleep?" Yuan Chuyu hadn't seen her for only two or three days, yet he felt a hazy, dreamlike sense of seeing her again after such a long separation, and even his expression was somewhat dazed.
His voice unconsciously softened: "Sorry to bother you tonight."
"No." As the wind subsided, Lin Langyi seemed to switch hands to answer the phone, her voice suddenly becoming much closer, "Brother Yu, is there something you need?"
"Do you have the key to Shajiang Residential Complex?" Yuan Chuyu glanced at Cheng Yanjin, who was fast asleep. "Cheng Yanjin is drunk; we need to take him home."
Hearing the phone call just now, Yuan Chuyu thought Lin Langyi would reject it outright in her anger, but to his surprise, she readily said, "Yes, we'll be there in ten minutes."
Ten minutes.
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Chuyu glanced at the unconscious Cheng Yanjin again. Absurd thoughts swirled and rose like a black fog. He unconsciously tapped the phone screen with his knuckles, as if he was deep in thought.
If others can do it, why can't he?
As he lifted his leg, Yuan Chuyu accidentally kicked an empty wine bottle, which crashed down like dominoes.
His senses returned briefly. He glanced at the ground indifferently, not intending to pick up the empty bottle. Instead, he leaned over, took a brand new glass from the table, rubbed the slender stem between two fingers, strolled around, sat back on the sofa, reached for another bottle of foreign liquor, poured himself more than half a glass, and then calmly drank it down.
...
This was Lin Langyi's first time entering such a supercar club. The thick, blood-red Ferrari colors, the deep, mysterious ocean blue, and the dark, inky black lights intertwined to form color blocks. The surrounding area was designed with mirrors, and the reflected light further separated the world of speed into a space that was both real and illusory. She passed by the exhibition of various top-of-the-line sports cars and was led into a private room. As soon as she opened the door, she could smell the lingering smell of alcohol.
Yuan Chuyu sat at one end of the sofa, while Cheng Yanjin lay on his side at the other end.
Lin Langyi waved her hand in front of her nose: "Drunk driving?"
The waiter couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Cheng didn't test drive today. We have strict rules here, so Miss Lin can rest assured."
Those who can enter this private room are all people of high standing. They had made prior arrangements, so the waiter naturally knew Lin Langyi's background. At this moment, he tried to get closer to her by inviting her, "That superbike you were riding earlier would also be perfect for our indoor track. Of course, we also have other superbikes and motorcycles outdoors. If you are interested, you can come and ride with Young Master Cheng."
Lin Langyi nodded haphazardly and walked directly towards Cheng Yanjin. Seeing this, the waiter wisely left and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
Lin Langyi stood in front of the sofa and quickly confirmed that Cheng Yanjin was completely drunk and unconscious. She kicked his shoe, but he didn't react at all.
She turned her gaze to the other side, only to see Yuan Chuyu's deep gaze in the dim light.
He sat at the farthest end from her and Cheng Yanjin, as quiet as an observer. Even the lights seemed to shift away from him, plunging him into the deepest shadows.
Their eyes met, and he blinked slightly, composed himself, and smiled faintly, tilting his head to indicate her cycling outfit: "So cool."
Lin Langyi was dressed entirely in black, with only the skeletal lines of her half-glove showing a striking bright yellow. The tight-fitting, sleek black quick-drying fabric clung to her body like another layer of skin, making her look like a catwoman on a mission, petite and tall.
"My car was being serviced, so I came by motorcycle," Lin Langyi explained, tossing over the keys to the Shajiang residential complex as if his task was complete. "Thank you for your help."
Yuan Chuyu leaned back on the sofa, motionless, and caught the key with precision as it traced an arc in the air. Just as he was about to answer, Lin Langyi's phone suddenly vibrated. She answered it, and the clear voice on the other end could be heard clearly in the quiet room.
"Sister Langyi...can I use all the equipment here? Hmm, I'm not very good at it, could you help me take a look? I'm afraid I'll break it."
The male voice was very raw and youthful, like a tender bud sprouting from a crack in the rock in the spring.
Yuan Chuyu was asking the waiter to help Cheng Yanjin into the car when he heard this. He turned his head slightly and stood not far from Lin Langyi without making a sound.
"I'm out right now," Lin Langyi said on the phone without any attempt to hide it from anyone. "You can use it without worry, it won't break."
The other person's tone was slightly downcast as they pleaded, "Then I'll try first. Will you come back later?"
Before she could finish the word "yes," Lin Langyi felt a light tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Yuan Chuyu standing behind her with a serious expression. He waved the keys in his hand and asked, "Which building in Shajiang Residential Area?"
Lin Langyi was speechless for a moment. That was an old-style tenement building. The community was complicated, with east and west connected. When Cheng Yanjin took her there, they took a back road. She couldn't even answer which unit or building it was.
With a pained expression, she racked her brains to recall: "It should be Thorn Park, cross the road, enter through the second gate, and there are lanterns hanging downstairs in the building on the left..."
Yuan Chuyu looked regretful and helplessly spread his hands: "I'm afraid I won't be able to find it this way."
He pointed to Cheng Yanjin, whose steps were weak and who had trouble even standing, and shrugged: "It will be quite difficult to help him find his way later."
Chi Shu hadn't hung up yet on the other end of the phone, eagerly awaiting Lin Langyi's reply. Yuan Chuyu chuckled softly, speaking clearly and gently: "Could you please lead the way? Cheng Yanjin just said his fiancée would be picking him up, so he's been waiting for you."
“Although you had a fight, which couple doesn’t fight?” Yuan Chuyu glanced at her phone, which was still connected to her ear, without saying a word. “They fight in bed and make up in bed, but when she’s drunk, all she does is keep calling your name.”
Lin Langyi was completely confused by what he said... No, when did she and Cheng Yanjin have a fight?
But these words sounded like someone coming to mediate, so she naturally gave them face in public. She nodded, somewhat bewildered, and said directly to Chi Shu on the other end of the phone, "I have something to do here. You can do it yourself first, and we can talk about any problems tomorrow, okay?"
Chi Shu gave a very low "hmm," and Lin Langyi hung up the phone.
Yuan Chuyu smiled slightly and handed the key back to Lin Langyi in a harmless manner: "Please lead the way."
When Lin Langyi arrived at the door, Yuan Chuyu's driver had already started and was idling in a black Koenigsegg pure carbon ONE:1, with Cheng Yanjin safely placed in the passenger seat.
She stared in disbelief at the all-carbon Ghost supercar.
The all-black sports car combines elegance and power. Unlike the aggressive and flamboyant Italian sports cars, it has an exaggerated exhaust volume and sharp, leaf-shaped headlights, which together reveal a subtle sense of aggression, like a refined scoundrel dressed in an elegant and abstinent black suit who is extremely fierce in a fight.
A joke made back then that this car suited Yuan Chuyu's temperament better than a Lamborghini, and now it's actually in front of her.
No, she was just being polite. So Yuan Chuyu's family really does own this car?!
Her car was being serviced, so she was driving a motorcycle. He had a Rolls-Royce Phantom splashed with water, so the ratio was one:1?
"There's an occasion today where I need to make a good impression," Yuan Chuyu explained casually, without any hint of boasting or arrogance. "I don't usually drive like this."
He glanced at her, his voice softening, and asked in that gentle, non-threatening tone, "I've been drinking and can't drive. My sports car can only seat two people... Could you give me a ride on your bike?"
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