"No... Ah, I won't drink anymore!" Sheng Jingchen didn't know why, but he bowed with his head bent over. Even though he had been drinking, his bowing posture was still very standard.
Fu Mutian really wanted to smash a bottle over this idiot's head, but for some reason, she obediently followed suit and bowed to the sky.
There are three types of bowing: earth bow, time bow, and heaven bow. The heaven bow is used by juniors to greet their elders, with both hands raised above their heads.
"Get up," Gu Nanyan said, genuinely puzzled as to why her little cousin was so afraid of her. "I'll have the shopkeeper find you a driver so you can go home as soon as possible."
"Yes." He bowed again.
Bowing twice shows even greater respect.
With the beautiful woman clinging to him, Gu Nanyan had no time to pay attention to these two fools and turned to leave.
"Are you stupid?!" After Gu Nanyan left, Fu Mutian glanced around and threw the soft pillow at Sheng Jingchen. "We're of the same generation as the eldest young master! A simple bow is enough, why are you doing the heavenly bow here! Don't you think your arms are already sore enough?!"
Sheng Jingchen quickly dodged and took the soft pillow, "I! I just reacted instinctively!" He added, "Besides, why did you come along too?"
Fu Mutian: I... I'm just following my heart!
"Want a drink or not?" I quickly changed the subject.
Sheng Jingchen put down the soft pillow and rubbed his neck. "What else do you want to drink? Didn't Young Master just say he found a designated driver for us?" To be honest, the alcohol we drank tonight wasn't very strong, and we've only had a little bit.
"Let's leave it at that for tonight, and talk about it again in a couple of days when there's a night event." It's still quite early.
"Speaking of event nights, how about I do a Warring States-themed event this week?" Fu Mutian yawned. She had been mixing new drinks all day and then going to that boring banquet at night. Although there was a show to watch, the biggest change in the play was that Xie Yunyu's zither playing was surprisingly good.
The "Qin Jue" refers to the guqin, not the piano. I wonder how Xie Yunyu's guqin playing was, and whether it could be compared to that person's.
The Warring States period was, of course, not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
The events on Saturday nights always have a theme.
"We can give it a try, but let's wait for the specific arrangements to come out." Sheng Jingchen nodded. "We'll talk about it after the specific arrangements are finalized."
The alluring woman with bare shoulders curled her lips into a smile, her fingers lightly tapping on the glass beside her. Her almond-shaped eyes, sparkling like stars, lifted slightly. "How about inviting a few people?"
A pure smile played on her lips.
"You just want to watch the show again, don't you?" Sheng Jingchen sneered. How could his childhood friend not see through Fu Mutian's intentions?
"Oh dear," Sister Tian smiled, her fingers, as smooth as fine mutton-fat jade, stained with bright red nail polish, "I'm doing this so that Miss Xie can integrate into our capital city as soon as possible, isn't that right?"
Although Dexin Club is the most famous club in Beijing, where do young men like to hang out?
It's nighttime, of course!
The first floor of Dexin Club is where these young men like to hang out, while the second floor has private rooms, which are a popular place for people to discuss things because of their excellent privacy.
The third floor is filled with private rooms, and getting up there requires more than just money or power.
Therefore, at Dexin Club, you can see all kinds of people in Beijing, and even more so, you can see the group of people standing at the top.
In the darkness of night, one can see almost all the young gentlemen of the capital, and many of them become acquainted through meeting under the cover of night.
The fame of the Beijing F4 spread as a result.
Sheng Jingchen merely smiled and said, "Alright, I'll ask Manager Xue to write an invitation. Since we're going to have fun, let's invite more people and change the games to be more fun." He rubbed his temples.
"Of course, but please don't call me the young master of the Shen family." Her eyes were deep and mysterious. She casually pulled off the shawl from Sheng Jingchen's arm and draped it over herself, then yawned lazily. "I doubt Beibei will have time to come either."
"I'm off!" He waved and left.
Sheng Jingchen looked at the mess, shook the bell beside him, and then walked away.
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