Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Qin Yuhe was busy with something and didn't reply to the message immediately.

Song Xinya knew he was very busy, so she didn't urge him or send any more messages. She put the straw in her mouth and slowly sipped her drink, saying "See you tomorrow."

The silver, hard metal straw pressed a groove into her soft lips, staining them with the color of her lipstick today, adding a touch of alluring beauty.

Song Xinya was already stunningly beautiful, and under the dim, ambiguous lighting of the bar, her delicate face appeared even more sculpted, her perfect features becoming even more alluring. Because of the delicious cocktail she was drinking, her eyes curved slightly, her pupils misty and full of emotion, exuding a languid charm. A girl drinking alone in a bar, especially a beautiful one, is easily approached by men.

Song Xinya took only two small sips of wine when a man walked up to her and fawned over her: "Beautiful lady, you look just like someone I know."

This is such an old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation.

Song Xinya glanced at the other person, her gaze shifting slightly.

It wasn't because the other person was particularly handsome or charming, but because they looked exceptionally young.

Although the other person was dressed like an adult, their thin and frail body made them look like a child wearing adult clothes.

Minors sneaking out to bars to drink?

Song Xinya wasn't interested in children like that and said, "I have someone to keep me company."

The other person said, "I noticed you the moment you walked in. You came with a girl. What's the point of two girls coming to a bar? How about I keep you company for a bit..."

That last sentence is quite suggestive.

Song Xinya glanced at him lazily: "Do you know who I resemble?"

The other party: "Who?"

Song Xinya: "I am your mother, glorious and great."

The other party was stunned for a moment.

He retorted defiantly, "Whose mother are you? Do you know I'm thirty years old?"

Song Xinya: "I am your grandmother, in my seventies."

The other party was taken aback again.

After pausing for a while, he scratched his head and finally thought of a retort, saying, "I'm your grandpa, I'm a hundred this year."

Song Xinya: "Then you'd better watch out! My grandfather died at the age of one hundred, and today happens to be the anniversary of his death. If you were my grandfather, you'd be dead today!"

The other person was stunned for a moment.

I've never seen someone so eloquent; I can't argue with them.

He was just there to chat up pretty girls; he wasn't going to risk his life. He'd better get out of here.

Song Xinya continued to leisurely drink "See you tomorrow," her gaze following the "man" who had been driven away.

Suddenly, her gaze sharpened.

The man returned to his group of brothers, with a very conspicuous boy sitting next to him.

His hair was slicked back, he wore a black T-shirt and black pants, his arms were covered in a menacing leopard tattoo, he wore black diamond earrings, and he was holding a glass of whiskey, which he was tilting his head back and gulping down.

His whole demeanor is particularly wild and roguish.

She was completely different from her usual well-behaved and gentle image on campus.

This boy was Sheng Tianjun.

He downed a glass of whiskey with an alcohol content of over 40% in one gulp, then reached for another and poured it into his mouth.

Song Xinya watched him drink, noticed the tattoos on his arms, the black diamond earrings, and his slicked-back hair, and scoffed.

He looked completely different from his usual neatly combed hair, a picture of a model student.

He told her something like, "I'm not feeling well, I'm sick, I have a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, I'm about to die, so I won't have tutoring today."

Drinking strong liquor when you have a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, do you want to die too slowly?

fake.

The claims about having a high fever, 40 degrees Celsius, and being on the verge of death are all fake.

It was just an excuse for Sheng Tianjun to come to the bar for a drink.

Song Xinya took out her phone and snapped a picture of Sheng Tianjun, who was tilting his head back and gulping down a drink.

After taking the photos, she called Tian Tianquan and asked her to come back.

Song Xinya grabbed Tian Tianquan's arm and led her out: "Everyone go home, everyone find your own mother."

Tian Tian was completely confused: "You've only been here a short time, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Your husband isn't home, and you'll have nothing to do when you get back."

Song Xinya: "Just now, I was targeted by a brat who's barely out there trying to drink like an adult. He might come back to bother me again later."

Tian Tian rolled up her sleeves: "How dare he bother you? I'll beat him to death! You're my best friend, how could I let you be bullied? How many of them are there?"

Song Xinya: "Eight men."

Tian Tianquan swiftly rolled down her sleeves: "Let's run!"

She grabbed Song Xinya's arm and ran so fast that she was almost out of sight.

He ran breathlessly, muttering to himself.

"Let me tell you, running away isn't cowardice; it's a sign of being a wise person who knows when to yield, a display of self-awareness, and the behavior of a smart person."

"To paraphrase a line from the Korean drama 'Unknown Seoul,' if a deer runs away from a lion, is it trash? If a hermit crab hides for fear of being eaten, is it a coward? No, they are not. They are struggling to survive in their own way. They hide to live, and no matter how pathetic or wretched they may seem, everything they do for survival is courageous."

"Song Xinya, it's not that I'm afraid to fight those eight men, it's that I'm afraid of hurting you. With my skills, one against eight, a girl fighting eight men, it would be a piece of cake, effortless. I would be beaten to a pulp!"

Song Xinya: "Okay, okay, I got it. You talk too much. Save your energy for running away."

The two got into the car, and it sped off like a rocket.

Song Xinya's prediction was correct. As soon as her car drove away, the boy who had struck up a conversation with her led a group of his friends out to chase after her.

He was clearly not giving up and still wanted to pester her.

They miscalculated; Song Xinya had anticipated this situation and left first.

A bunch of rascals came up empty-handed.

Song Xinya took Tiantian home and returned to the Forbidden City.

As she stood at the door of her second-floor bedroom, about to push it open, her phone rang.

She swiped her phone and saw a message from Qin Yuhe—