The bar was bustling with noise, and the doors to the private rooms were open. From their spot along the corridor, they could see a panoramic view of the first floor.
Xu Zezhan and Gu Bai also looked over following Shen Guannan's voice. Not far away, a white figure was weaving through the crowd, bending down to serve wine to a table of guests.
With long, flowing hair and a slender figure, she looked exactly like Song Qingyou from behind.
The only difference is that Song Qingyou will definitely not be here, nor will she pour drinks for the guests.
The two men immediately felt a chill and subconsciously observed Fu Wenzhou's reaction.
The man leaned back in his chair, his chin slightly tilted back, his right index finger tapping the ash of his cigarette. Thin white smoke slowly escaped from between his thin lips, his gaze carrying a flirtatious laziness and impatience.
"What?"
He glanced casually at the spot Shen Guannan indicated, then looked down at his phone, tapping away at the WeChat screen.
Fu Wenzhou: I'm drinking with Gu Bai and the others. I don't want to go home tonight. You should go to sleep first.
Fu Wenzhou: It's quite noisy at night, don't call me.
Fu Wenzhou: ?
Fu Wenzhou: Reply!
Fu Wenzhou: ...
Fu Wenzhou: Gu Bai just took my phone, I didn't mean to not answer...
Fu Wenzhou's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his whole being immersed in the frustration of why Song Qingyou hadn't replied to his messages yet. Suddenly, someone nudged his arm, and he looked up impatiently: "Spit it out."
Xu Zezhan pointed directly at her this time: "Can't you see it there?"
Shen Guannan suddenly wanted to tease him, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips: "Station number 8, that person looks like your Song Qingyou, take a look and see if it's her."
Upon hearing the name Song Qingyou, Fu Wenzhou's back stiffened instantly. He looked in the direction Xu Zezhan pointed, searched carefully for a couple of hours without success, and then his expression turned cold: "Where is Song Qingyou? Are you guys ever going to stop? Can you please leave me alone?"
He took a drag of his cigarette, then looked down at his phone. The WeChat screen was still showing the string of messages he had sent, and there was no reply from the other end.
Fu Wenzhou felt even more agitated.
Xu Zezhan and Shen Guannan exchanged glances, then decided to be direct: "The one in the white dress at booth number 8."
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, his gaze lingering for a second on the girl in white next to booth number 8 in the northwest direction, before he sneered, "You guys should get your eyes checked."
Shen Guannan: "..."
Xu Zezhan: "..."
Gu Bai: "..."
Shen Guannan persisted: "No, look closely at that figure from behind. Doesn't it look like the youngest daughter of the Song family?"
He had seen countless people and couldn't possibly be wrong. He, Xu Zezhan, Gu Bai, and the others all thought they looked alike, which meant that this person was at least seven or eight parts similar.
When he was here last New Year's Eve, he thought he had actually run into Song Qingyou, but everyone knew in their hearts that Song Qingyou would not be here.
That's why he sent Xu Zezhan a photo to confirm. Xu Zezhan said that Song Qingyou was with them, and that's when he realized he had mistaken her for someone else.
I ran into them again tonight. I wanted to show Fu Wenzhou that there could be two people in the world who looked so alike, but they told me to get my eyes checked.
Shen Guannan was certain that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.
Seeing that Fu Wenzhou was too lazy to pay attention to him, he winked at Xu Zezhan, who nodded and made a phone call: "Bring the girl from booth number eight in."
Fu Wenzhou was fiddling with his phone when he heard this. He looked up and scoffed, "How boring."
Gu Bai chuckled and said, "I also think it looks quite similar. The back view is exactly the same as Song Qingyou's. I wonder if the front view is similar too."
Actually, they were all quite curious.
I only caught a quick glance and didn't see her face clearly; I guess it was just a similar silhouette from behind.
However, when the manager brought the person in, Gu Bai was immediately dumbfounded.
How can two people in the world look so alike?
Could this be Song Qingyou's long-lost sister?
Xu Zezhan and Shen Guannan were equally shocked.
The girl stood timidly at the door, her face fair and delicate. She kept her head down, fiddling with her fingers, looking very uneasy.
She wore a white dress, looking clean and pure, and indeed resembled Song Qingyou when she was eighteen.
Due to her health condition, Song Qingyou rarely basks in the sun, resulting in snow-white skin and a delicate yet captivating demeanor. However, she possesses an innate pride that makes her as aloof as the bright moon.
The woman in front of him was delicate and frail, like a true parasitic vine, which could easily arouse a man's protective instincts. No wonder so many people stared at him downstairs earlier.
Gu Bai snapped out of his surprise and asked, "What's your name?"
The girl lowered her head and said timidly, "Xu Qingran."
How old are you?
"...I'm eighteen."
Gu Bai: "Still in school?"
Xu Qingran paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
What sets Nightclub apart from other bars is that all the waiters are dressed in uniform: the girls wear white dresses and the boys wear black suits.
Because the people served in the night were all powerful and wealthy, the requirements for the appearance and education of the waiters were very high. Correspondingly, the wages were also very high, and the management was strict, so there would be no shady dealings.
Therefore, many college students come here to work part-time.
Gu Bai turned to look at Fu Wenzhou's reaction. The other man was smoking and looking at his phone.
He was speechless for a moment, then kicked him: "This face is about six or seven parts similar, isn't it?"
Xu Zezhan was stunned for a moment, "It really does look like it."
Shen Guannan: "Their facial features are indeed similar."
Fu Wenzhou finally raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly across Xu Qingran's face before he scoffed, "How the hell do you resemble her?"
Shen Guannan: "?"
Xu Zezhan: "?"
Gu Bai: "?"
Doesn't this look like it?
Fu Wenzhou held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow barely noticeable in the darkness, burning quietly. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his tone flat: "My Youyou is one of a kind. Please don't try to drag just anyone into this."
Fu Wenzhou frowned impatiently; he said that because he didn't think it was true.
Xu Zezhan was speechless.
He's definitely a hopeless romantic.
He was closest to the door, and his gaze swept over Xu Qingran from head to toe. At first glance, they did look very similar, but upon closer inspection, their features were similar yet completely different. The key point was that their charm and temperament were completely opposite.
Song Qingyou's face is more like an ink painting, aloof and ethereal, untouched by worldly concerns, a beauty that creates distance.
Xu Qingran, on the other hand, resembles a rabbit, with a rounder face and round eyebrows and eyes, giving her a soft and cute appearance.
Xu Zezhan looked at it for a long time and nodded: "It looks like it, but it doesn't."
How should I put it? It's roughly like two sisters born to the same mother but with completely different personalities.
However, Song Qingyou's mother had already passed away and could not give birth to such a big child.
The world is full of wonders, so it's not surprising that people look alike.
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