"I didn't see it," Sun Zhouyang said, then picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and accepted the friend request he had ignored.
Pan Yang sat down on the other side and frowned as he looked at the messy table. The curtains were drawn throughout the room, making it dark with only the lights on. This hidden figure seemed even more sinister than himself.
The assistant noticed and quickly tidied up the trash on the table and threw it into the trash can. Then, she drew back the curtains and turned off the lights, somewhat embarrassed, "Um, has Mr. Yuan eaten yet?"
"You haven't eaten yet?" Pan Yang looked at Sun Zhouyang when he heard this. It should already be 2 pm, and this person still hasn't eaten.
Sun Zhouyang rolled her eyes and ignored him, saying, "What business is it of yours whether I've eaten or not? I won't starve to death even if I don't eat."
The assistant panicked upon hearing this. Was it really alright for President Yuan to say that Brother Sun said this? Should he talk to Sister Jiang now? Just as he was about to take out his phone, he saw Pan Yang looking at him.
His hand trembled, and his phone fell to the ground. Pan Yang asked calmly, "Where's the bedroom?"
"Ah, this is the bedroom." The assistant quickly pointed to the bedroom door not far away.
He walked straight into the bedroom, grabbed a coat and a hat, put the hat on Sun Zhouyang's head, pulled him up from the sofa, and stuffed the coat into his arms.
"I'll take you out to eat. You can eat whatever you want." With that, she pulled Sun Zhouyang to his feet.
Upon hearing this, the assistant immediately ran to the door: "Brother Sun can't drink!" Besides, given Sun Zhouyang's temper, he'd probably cause trouble if he went out.
"Okay." Pan Yang paused for a moment, then opened the door and took Sun Zhouyang out.
Sun Zhouyang put on his coat, pulled his hat down a little, and followed beside Pan Yang: "Let's go to Freedom Bar. I won't drink, I'll just smell it, that's all."
Pan Yang glanced at him and said without hesitation, "Okay."
Then the two got into the car, and Pan Yang drove and finally parked at a rather luxurious restaurant.
"You?" Sun Zhouyang looked at the main entrance, then glanced at Pan Yang: "What's going on?"
"You can't drink alcohol, let's go eat." With that, Pan Yang pulled him out of the car and led him into the restaurant without further ado. The restaurant was a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, and basically had everything you wanted to eat, and the taste was pretty good. The only downside was that it was expensive.
The two sat down by the window, and Pan Yang glanced at the menu before tossing it to Sun Zhouyang.
Sun Zhouyang raised an eyebrow, tossed the menu aside without even looking at it, and crossed his legs: "Bring me all the signature dishes in your restaurant."
After the waiter left, Sun Zhouyang lifted his hat up and leaned back in his chair with a nonchalant air about him. He whistled and said, "I'm telling you, Mr. Yuan, even if you did that, I still wouldn't like you. Besides, Mr. Yuan doesn't need me."
“I’m all alone.” Pan Yang frowned and interrupted when he heard this. His tone was serious: “I only like you, and there’s no one else around me. I can give you anything you want.”
"Then I want President Yuan's position, do you dare to give it to me?" Sun Zhouyang was not polite at all, and the provocation in his eyes was obvious.
Sun Zhouyang originally thought he would be embarrassed or angry, but to his surprise, Huan Yang just looked at him calmly and nodded: "Okay, that's easy."
Sun Zhouyang fell silent, and the other person, who dared to speak and respond, finally sighed: "Whatever, you'll get tired of it soon anyway."
"No." Pan Yang's eyes were very calm, but they remained fixed on Sun Zhouyang. His voice wasn't loud, so Sun Zhouyang didn't hear him clearly at first and almost reflexively asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, I won't get tired of it."
Sun Zhouyang opened his mouth but ultimately didn't say anything. Who cares if you get tired of it? Anyone can just open their mouth and say something.
"Hey, isn't this Sun Zhouyang?" A voice suddenly came, and a man in a black suit walked over slowly, looking Sun Zhouyang up and down.
"It's been years, and you're still dressed so shabbily. Oh right, I heard you just got out of the hospital, right? Tsk, if you hadn't sold the songs in the group to others or even kept them for yourself back then, you wouldn't be in this state now."
“Jiang Min, you really haven’t changed at all.” Sun Zhouyang looked at him with a mocking smile: “Still like a dog, biting anyone you see.”
"What are you saying!" Jiang Min's expression changed. Seeing Pan Yang sitting on the other side, he sneered, "I wondered why you came here. So you have a sugar daddy now, President Yuan. Someone like Sun Zhouyang really doesn't deserve your resources."
"What did you say?" Sun Zhouyang slammed his hand on the table. "Jiang Min, don't forget the time I beat you up and sent you to the hospital. I can beat you up again!"
"Damn, who's afraid of who?" Jiang Min rolled her eyes and took two steps forward. "Anyway, they'll just be cursing you out of line at the restaurant, saying you went crazy and beat up a passing celebrity."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhouyang stood up abruptly, raising his hand to throw a punch, but his wrist was grabbed by Pan Yang, stopping him in his tracks. He looked at Pan Yang with annoyance and said, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Jiang Min, right?" Huan Yang looked at Jiang Min with a cold expression and a flat tone: "If you say things like that, I can hire a lawyer to sue you for defamation and insult. Of course, you can also try to fight me and see who is stronger."
Jiang Min was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Pan Yang would speak up for Sun Zhouyang. He knew that Sun Zhouyang had nothing at all and was of no value to be used.
"President Yuan?" Jiang Min questioned for a few seconds.
"Didn't you understand?" Pan Yang said coldly, "Get out of here."
Upon hearing Yuan Panyang's words, Jiang Min glanced at Sun Zhouyang, gritted her teeth, and turned to leave. Honestly, what luck did Sun Zhouyang have to be chosen by Yuan Panyang?
Seeing him leave, Sun Zhouyang looked at his wrist, which was being held by Pan Yang, and pulled it back without making a sound. He sat back in his chair and said somewhat awkwardly, "Thanks, but by doing this, you are essentially telling him that I'm being kept by you. I bet there will be news tomorrow that a certain celebrity was suspected of being kept by someone right after being discharged from the hospital."
“I will handle it.” Pan Yang said calmly, showing no sign of feeling that Sun Zhouyang was being unreasonable: “You don’t need to worry, he won’t tell anyone, and I’m not keeping you as a mistress, I’m just pursuing you normally.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the waiter brought the dishes over. Sun Zhouyang looked at the table full of food and asked, "What if I keep refusing?"
"It's alright, no one else will be around you anyway." Pan Yang said this as if it were perfectly natural, without the slightest bit of annoyance or anger.
Sun Zhouyang looked up at Pan Yang. Pan Yang had a very refined and handsome appearance. When he heard what Pan Yang said, he didn't feel annoyed at all, but rather a little expectant. It was really strange.
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