Spring Night Kiss.

"Sanqiu Guizi" is hidden in an inconspicuous alley. The storefront is as small as a tailor shop, but once you push the door open, you'll find a hidden gem inside.

The structure is made of wood, the lighting is dim, and there is a huge stage in the middle where a band is performing.

This wasn't the first time the two had come back; Song Qingjia had also been here when she first returned to China.

She got completely drunk and also got into trouble with Xu Zhouye.

Shen Lingyi pulled her into the innermost booth, raised her chin towards the bar, and said in a booming voice, "Bartender, bring us your strongest drink!"

Lu Yanbai had just pushed the door open when he heard such a bold statement. He paused and turned his head to look.

A girl with waist-length hair sat sideways, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were bright and her smile made her glow.

He was about to take a second look when he caught a glimpse of the girl opposite him out of the corner of his eye.

With a raised eyebrow, he realized it was someone he knew.

Song Qingjia leaned back on the sofa, tossed her bag aside, and relaxed her shoulders: "Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid people won't know you're here to drown your sorrows?"

"What's wrong with getting drunk? Everyone comes to a bar to get drunk." Shen Lingyi slammed her phone on the table, leaned closer to look at her face, and asked, "Have you been crying?"

"no."

"You're lying, your eyes are red." Shen Lingyi pinched her chin.

Song Qingjia let her look: "I'm not lying to you, I didn't sleep well last night."

Shen Lingyi released her hand and sat down beside her, not calling her out on it: "Fine, didn't sleep well. Then drink more today, and I guarantee you'll sleep until the sun is high in the sky, no amount of music will wake you up."

Just then, the wine arrived.

She poured each of them a full glass: "Here, have one first."

Song Qingjia touched her lips and took a small sip. Shen Lingyi, on the other hand, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, choking and coughing repeatedly.

Lu Yanbai leaned against the bamboo curtain by the door, took out his phone, and took a picture of the booth. He chose a tricky angle, only capturing Song Qingjia's profile and half of Shen Lingyi's back.

Open Xu Zhouye's chat window, send a message with the caption: "Your 'Just Playing Around' message seems to indicate you're not in a good mood."

Jingzhou, the Xu family.

Xu Zhouye had just finished eating when his wife, Ms. Jiang, insisted on having a chat in the living room.

He leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, elbows resting on the armrests, casually twirling his phone with his fingertips, completely oblivious to the fact that the phone was ignoring him.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Yunsheng's tone grew even harsher: "Xu Zhouye, I'm talking to you about serious matters. Are you even listening?"

"I'm listening."

He gave a reply, but his eyes remained fixed on his phone screen without looking up. The WeChat chat window was silent; he hadn't received a single reply to the message he sent to Song Qingjia.

This woman is hot and cold, yet I still fawn over her like a dog.

It wags its tail at the slightest glance from its owner, and lies down by the door waiting if the owner ignores it.

This feeling is very wrong.

Xu Zhouye licked his back teeth and clicked his tongue in anger.

To Jiang Yunsheng, those words were nothing short of a provocation. Her brow twitched, and she couldn't help but raise her voice: "Xu Zhouye, your father will be back in a couple of days. Do you want him to know about your dirty secrets?"

"What's going on?" He finally looked up.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're going to become a mistress, don't you know you're disgracing the family?"

Xu Zhouye turned his phone around without saying anything.

Jiang Yunsheng was even angrier: "If your dad finds out, he'll break your legs. Our Xu family has never had a single unruly person in three generations, but you're the one who dares to say you want to steal someone else's girlfriend in broad daylight."

She paused for a moment: "Shameful!"

Just as Xu Zhouye was about to speak, his phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up, glanced at it, and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be indecisive. We must have morals and a bottom line, do you hear me...?" Jiang Yunsheng continued to nag.

She was truly troubled.

The Xu family can be considered to have impeccable revolutionary credentials.

The old man's father followed that man in conquering the world. He was upright and honest his whole life and valued the character of the younger generation in his family the most.

Xu's father held an important position in the military region, and many eyes were watching him. The word "family tradition" was more precious than anything else.

When it came to Xu Zhouye, although he was a driver and not part of the system, he still bore the Xu family name. The old man might not say it, but his sense of justice never wavered.

Did you hear what I said?

"I heard you."

"Then repeat it."

"I won't steal someone else's wife."

Jiang Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa. Just as she picked up her water glass, she saw her son stand up.

Where are you going?

Xu Zhouye put his phone in his pocket: "Chasing someone."

"Who are you chasing?" Jiang Yunsheng suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"That pretty girl this afternoon."

Jiang Yunsheng: "?"

It seems all her well-intentioned advice just now went down the drain; it was all for nothing.

Xu Zhouye had already reached the door, without turning his head, and said lazily as he walked, "She's not someone else's wife."

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Osmanthus blossoms in autumn.

After a soothing folk song ended, the band switched to rock.

As the drumbeats came down and the bass groaned, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly became electric.

The lights dimmed, leaving only the red glow of the stage, which cast flickering light on the faces of the people. Some began to sway to the rhythm, while others, holding their drinks, moved closer to the adjacent booths.

Song Qingjia leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of wine, barely moving. Shen Lingyi went to the restroom, leaving her alone in the booth.

She had noticed earlier that a man in a floral shirt in the booth diagonally opposite her was frequently glancing in her direction.

His gaze was sticky and lingering, scanning her over several times.

After a few drinks, the man finally grew bolder, picked up his glass, and plopped down in Shen Lingyi's seat.

He draped his arm over the sofa behind her, leaned closer, and asked, "Beautiful lady, all alone?"

Song Qingjia didn't look at him: "Don't bother me."

"It's so boring being alone, how about I treat you to a drink?" The man in the floral shirt chuckled, raising his finger to rest on her shoulder.

Song Qingjia grabbed that wrist and twisted it behind her back.

She looks thin, but she is actually very strong.

The man in the floral shirt screamed, his entire body bent over, his face almost touching the table.

"I told you not to bother me."

Song Qingjia frowned and pushed him, causing him to stumble and fall onto the sofa opposite.

The man in the floral shirt was taken aback at first, then his face flushed red. He hadn't expected to be so easily defeated by a woman, and he was quite embarrassed and angry.

He stood up, clutching his wrist: "Damn it, what are you pretending for? I'm doing you a favor by touching you, you bitch—" Before he could finish his sentence, he clenched his fist and lunged at him again.

Suddenly, a foot kicked from the side, hitting him squarely in the knee.

The man in the floral shirt stumbled forward, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Song Qingjia looked up.

Xu Zhouye stood behind that man, his hands in his pockets.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, he lazily looked up and met her eyes.