"It was unknown when. During college? Or maybe after graduation? The girl with whom I vowed to spend my life was not the same one as I remembered…" Dong Xumao's eyes became moist as he spoke. "Right after landing the job I wanted. Just when I was about to call her and share my joy, I found her entering the hotel right opposite, hugging a middle-aged man in a suit."
Yang Zhen's drinking movements paused, and he looked at him with a gaze full of pity. "It wasn't a misunderstanding?" He asked. However, he had already guessed the answer in his heart.
Sure enough!
Dong Xumao just shook his head in response. While looking at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he let out a miserable chuckle. "Do you know what the funny thing about this is?"
Yang Zhen just stared at him silently. Hua Cheng had already started puffing out smoke.
"That man is already married, and she is just his mistress." Dong Xumao seemed a little emotionally irritable, but calmed down after another cup of drink.
"…"
Yang Zhen didn't probe him any further; he just accompanied him to drink and spoke in a comforting tone.
"She is not worth it, brother. Life must go on. There's an entire forest out there. Why hang yourself on a rotten tree?"
"!?"
Hua Cheng snapped his head to look at him. His gaze was full of disbelief and confusion. He couldn't express how much of a shock these words of his young master had on him.
'You can advise others with such a clear mind. Then why not think about yourself? Does being in love decrease IQ?'
Although he had many complaints on his mind, he didn't dare say them out loud. Otherwise, there might be another nameless grave in the Jiangnan Old Cemetery by tomorrow.
Dong Xumao felt a little comforted by Yang Zhen's words. He raised the cup and grinned.
"I know, brother Yang. It's all in the past. I'm over it."
"That's how it should be." Yang Zhen also grinned and clicked the cups.
"What about you, brother Yang? Tell me your story!"
"Oh, it's nothing. The girl I like rejected my gift."
"That's all?" Dong Xumao had a surprised expression.
"What else?" Yang Zhen spread his hands and shrugged. Compared to Dong Xumao. His situation is much better. Thinking of this, his mood became a little better.
With this conversation, Yang Zhen and Dong Xumao established a certain friendship and became drinking buddies.
The four people sitting at this table didn't notice that a pair of eyes was observing them.
***
On the table in the far-right corner of the bar sat a handsome, brown-haired, spectacled man chatting with a sexy, mature beauty sitting opposite him.
"Are you new to this city, Xiao Mu?" the woman asked.
'Xiao Mu' replied with a faint smile. "Yeah, I am looking for a job currently. Miss Jing. If all goes well, I'll settle down here."
"Oh! That's great!" Miss Jing clapped her hands with a jovial smile. Then asked. "Does that mean you haven't decided on a place to stay, right?"
'Xiao Mu' shook his head sideways, which made her eyes light up. She licked her lips, leaned over and whispered suggestively. "Why don't you stay at my place until then? My cooking is very delicious. I'm sure you will love it."
"Isn't that inappropriate?" 'Xiao Mu' asked with a hesitant expression.
Miss Jing had a victorious smile on her face as she said. "If you feel that way, you can just do some 'physical work' in exchange for rent."
"Physical work? Like what?" 'Xiao Mu' expressed his confusion.
Seeing this, Miss Jing curled her lips and hummed. "Like, chores."
"Chores? That's great. I'm very good at household jobs." 'Xiao Mu' answered with a confident look.
"Yeah? Fufu~"
Miss Jing looked at him with a meaningful gaze and chuckled softly. As long as she can get him back home, it's up to her to decide what 'chores' to let him do.
She felt like everything was under her control, and the prey in front of her wouldn't escape her clutches tonight.
Hehehe!
What she didn't notice was that 'Xiao Mu' in front of her, while keeping up with the flow of their conversation, was actually distracted, observing their surroundings.
He had confirmed the location of the cameras. The scapegoat was also present as planned. Now, he needs to wait for the mission target to arrive and execute the mission.
Being honest, just killing the target was far easier than framing them. 'Whatever, as long as the money is in place, killing a country's president is also possible.'
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In another corner of the bar. Ye Chen, with bloodshot eyes, was also drinking heavily.
"Bastard Yang Zhen! How dare you ruin my good deeds?! Now, Roxue thinks I am a liar and doesn't want to talk to me!"
"Even last time that fat woman ruined—wait a sec?! Could it be? Yes! It must be the work of that dandy second generation!"
"No wonder I couldn't find any information about that fat woman! He must have been behind this! His purpose must be to ruin Su Menghao's good impression of me!"
As if sure of this guess, Ye Chen became even angrier. He didn't even consider that Yang Zhen hadn't even met him before that incident. Why would he want to mess with him?
Bang!
Full of rage, he slammed the table, which made the people sitting near him look over.
Annoyed, he gave them a vicious glare. "What are you looking at?! Do you want to die?!"
When he released his killing intent. The people near him felt a chill on their bodies. Scared, they left their seats. This person must be a ruthless murderer; no one dared to sit next to him.
Yang Zhen and the others were too engrossed in drinking. So, they weren't attracted by this small commotion here.
'Xiao Mu' was vigilant, observing his surroundings, and noticed it at first instance. He felt that Ye Chen's face looked somewhat familiar.
Similar to another person from abroad, but why would such a person be in such a small second-tier city?
Thinking it must be just a coincidence. 'Xiao Mu' didn't bother with it. Even if he was that person, it was none of his business. His goal now was just to complete his current mission.
It was at this time that a black Maybach appeared near the Velvet Hour Bar.