Chapter 73 Is this your old man?
Half an hour later, Shang Chen brought the car to a stop and said in a deep, slow voice, "We've arrived."
Wen Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, then opened them in confusion.
"So fast?"
She opened the car door and saw the brightly lit bar sign that Jiang Zheng had specially designed.
Shang Chen got out of the car and asked, "After a few rounds of drinks... who came up with this name?"
He looked at Wenxi, and Wenxi turned to look at him, her expression a little numb.
How did we get here?
Shang Chenban said sternly, "You said you wanted to go to a bar for a date."
Wenxi: "?"
"I already said I'd go home, wash up, and go to bed."
Shang Chen: "You were saying one thing and meaning another back then."
Wenxi met Shang Chen's dark and serious eyes and was speechless for a moment.
Because she was indeed saying one thing but meaning another.
Wenxi had no interest in arguing with Shang Chen. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples. "Are you really going to a bar?"
Shang Chen thought carefully, "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow."
"so?"
"I'll be there for you no matter what you do tonight."
In other words, if Wenxi wanted to go on a date with Shang Shen at a bar, he was willing to go along with it.
Wenxi blinked, her entire demeanor becoming extremely calm, yet there was a prelude to madness about her.
She went to the bar and dated.
These words just don't fit together no matter how you try.
Unfortunately, Wenxi loves excitement the most.
Her gaze towards Shang Chen held a deeper meaning. "It's not impossible."
"Life can't always stay the same." Wen Xi stared intently at Shang Chen, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Sometimes, a little excitement is needed."
I wonder if my scheming, repressed, and jealous husband can handle this kind of stimulation?
The moment I pushed open the door, a burst of loud, clamorous music assaulted my senses, and a smell permeated with the aroma of alcohol filled my nostrils.
Shang Chen frowned subconsciously.
Wenxi asked him, "Never been here before?"
Shang Chen remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
Wenxi walked to the bar and casually ordered the shop's signature Autumn Mary.
The bartender said with difficulty, "Autumn Marys are not available for takeout tonight."
Wenxi was taken aback for a moment, then calmly said, "Then just have a low-alcohol drink."
Wenxi doesn't drink excessively. She knows she has a bad stomach and only occasionally drinks a little low-alcohol beverage to satisfy her craving.
Autumn Mary is one of the shop's specialties; it has a light flavor but a rich aroma of wine, making it well worth savoring.
Shang Chen sat down beside her, his long legs casually touching the ground, sitting upright with a somber expression.
He was still wearing the suit he had just come from the company; it was well-tailored and made him look dignified and composed…very professional.
Those unaware of the facts might mistakenly believe he had just come from an international summit.
Even the bartender couldn't help but glance at him a few times. "Sir, what would you like to order?"
Although Shang Chen had never been to a bar before, he had seen his share of big events, and said calmly, "I'll have the same one as my wife."
The bartender was about to nod when his expression suddenly froze.
Mrs?
That's a really official title.
The young man, who had seen many bars, had never seen a rich man bring his "wife" to a bar before.
You really do see all sorts of things when you live long enough.
The waiter quickly mixed a glass of wine, and Wenxi pushed it to Shang Chen, saying, "Try it first."
She propped her head up with her hand, leaned against the bar, and carefully examined Shang Chen.
The man's deep, sculpted face was shrouded in dim light, making him appear less serious and righteous, and more profound and unpredictable.
He's also...very handsome.
Wenxi said with a hint of amusement, "Do you think we'll end up on the front page of the news tomorrow if we do this?"
Shang Chen let Wen Xi look him over, and even caught up with Wen Xi's jokes.
"What news? Entertainment or finance?"
Wen Xi: "...Anything is possible."
"Won't."
Wenxi: "Are you so sure?"
"Their news can't be released."
Wenxi: "..."
Is this the confidence and domineering presence of the old daddy?
Wenxi realized that she had been influenced by Bai Wei and had completely accepted Shang Chen's old daddy persona.
Shang Chen's gaze fell on the young men and women swaying wildly on the dance floor, his brows furrowed.
The colorful lights swept across his face, yet they somehow managed to project a cold, austere, and rigid aura.
It's just like a headmaster seeing students indulging in wine, women, and debauchery.
Shang Chen casually sat down, his calm and aloof demeanor making him stand out from the rest of the bar.
Wenxi suppressed a laugh: "Not used to bars?"
Just as Shang Shen was about to answer, a clear male voice came from behind him.
"This is your old man?!"
Jiang Zheng stepped forward, glancing at Shang Chen with a look of scrutiny and provocation.
He noticed Wenxi as soon as she entered, and naturally didn't miss Shang Chen, whose atmosphere was completely different from that of the bar.
Wenxi has a cold and aloof personality, and her private life is very clean. There are very few traces of men around her.
Even with her ex-fiancé, whom she had been engaged to for two years, Jiang Zheng had never seen them together.
Based on the descriptions of Shang Chen from the outside world, Jiang Zheng immediately guessed Shang Chen's identity.
Wen Xi glanced at him coldly: "Watch your words, this is my husband."
When speaking to Jiang Zheng, Wen Xi never showed the slightest bit of politeness.
"Either call me brother-in-law or call me brother, you choose one."
Jiang Zheng ignored Wen Xi's words: "It's normal for President Shang to be unaccustomed to this kind of place since he's never been here before."
Shang Chen was still pondering Jiang Zheng's words.
'Your old man'
Is that what Wenxi's friends call him?
Or is that how she introduces him in public?
Shang Chen glanced at Jiang Zheng with his dark eyes: "You've never been here before, but not to the point of feeling uncomfortable."
Since he was already being called an "old man," Shang Chen didn't mind using his seniority to put others in a certain position.
Shang Chen: "I met Chairman Jiang at the Jiangbei Summit last time. I didn't expect his son to be so young."
"If Wenxi and I had gotten married two years earlier, the kids would probably still be able to play with you."
Jiang Zheng stared at Shang Chen with a furious expression for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence.
"You really dare to say that!"
He said, "Old Master Shang Shen, does Shang Shen really want to be promoted to an older generation and become his uncle?"
He's over twenty; even if Shang Chen had married ten years earlier, he wouldn't have had a son this big.
Wenxi saw that Jiang Zheng was so angry he was itching to fight back, and felt that he deserved to be roasted.
Fearing that Jiang Zheng would get angry from her retort, she changed the subject: "Your store doesn't sell Autumn Mary anymore?"
Jiang Zheng: "We're not selling today, but if you want a drink, I can mix one for you?"
Wenxi thought that next time, they should just let Jiang Zheng call Shang Chen "Grandpa".
That brat, he's starting to provoke us.
A smile flickered across Wen Xi's cool eyes as she said without ceremony, "Then I'll have to trouble you."
Jiang Zheng had just walked around to the bar and taken the bartender's spot.
Wenxi took out the gift box that Shang Shen had just given her from her bag.
She lightly touched the back of Shang Chen's hand, revealing the wedding ring prominently displayed on his fingertip.
The touch of the substance on Shang Chen's hand was slightly cool and slightly itchy.
Shang Chen stared at her with deep, dark eyes.
Are you free?
Shang Chen was puzzled, but remained calm: "Yes."
Wenxi propped her chin up and continued looking at him: "Didn't you say you'd help me put on my earrings?"
Shang paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.
He took an earring out of the box.
Wenxi moved her chair closer to him, placed her hands on Shang Chen's thighs, and leaned her upper body slightly forward.
The distance between the two closed instantly, to less than a fist's width.
Wenxi only needs to lower her head slightly to kiss Shang Chen's chest or lean against him.
Jiang Zheng, who was mixing drinks, looked up and almost dropped the glass in his hand.
What are they doing?!
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