Spring Night Kiss.

The man in the floral shirt braced himself against the ground and turned around to yell, but when he saw Xu Zhouye's eyes, which held a smile, he opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat.

He wasn't stupid. The other person's overall demeanor suggested he was either rich or powerful, and he didn't seem like someone he could afford to offend.

It was truly frustrating to have him swallow this insult.

Song Qingjia added insult to injury, her tone nonchalant yet brimming with provocation: "Sorry, my boyfriend has a bit of a temper."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhouye's eyebrows twitched, and he tried to suppress his smile, but couldn't, as a smile spread across his lips.

This woman, sometimes, isn't actually that irritating when she says things.

He was happy, but the man in the floral shirt wasn't. Enraged, he yelled, "You wait! I'm calling the police and accusing you of assault!"

The tone was high-pitched and shrill, and people at the next few tables turned to look.

Security guards squeezed through the door, along with Lu Yanbai. This bar was owned by him, though few people knew that.

"What's going on?" He glanced at the floral shirt, then looked at Xu Zhouye and Song Qingjia.

He first looked the person up and down, and seeing that they didn't seem to be in any trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief. If someone were bullied on his turf, where would he put his face?

"It's nothing, I just sparred with this gentleman," Xu Zhouye said lazily.

"you--"

The man in the floral shirt was jumping up and down when Lu Yanbai turned to the security guard and said, "Please ask this gentleman to leave."

"Are you the owner? Is your store mistreating its customers? I'm calling the police—"

"Report," Lu Yanbai said impatiently. "The surveillance cameras have all recorded it. Go tell the police what happened."

The man in the floral shirt blushed and was about to explode when his friend, who had heard the commotion, suddenly pulled him back.

The man stared at Lu Yanbai and Xu Zhouye for two seconds, his pupils suddenly contracting, and his voice changed: "Young...Lu? Young Master Xu?"

The man in the floral shirt was stunned.

His friend's family owns a company; he's a rich second-generation heir who's always been arrogant and haughty. He's never been this fearful before.

He took two steps forward, bowing low, with a fawning smile on his face: "Young Master Lu, Young Master Xu, I'm so sorry, my friend had too much to drink and didn't recognize your greatness. Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart."

Saying that, she turned around and tugged hard at the floral shirt: "Apologize now!"

The man in the floral shirt sobered up considerably, his face turning from red to pale: "I'm...I'm sorry, I was blind..."

"Tell her," Xu Zhouye said coldly.

He raised his chin, indicating that someone else should apologize.

The man in the floral shirt was terrified. He turned to Song Qingjia, his voice trembling, "Miss, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have laid a hand on you, I deserve to die!"

Song Qingjia sat on the sofa, watching coldly.

The person who was just swearing and about to pounce on you is now bent over lower than the table.

Power is such a useful thing.

No wonder Cheng Yizhen was so persistent.

Seeing that she remained silent, the man in the floral shirt became uneasy. He looked around, grabbed the half-empty bottle of liquor on the table, and poured it over his head without hesitation.

The amber-colored liquor dripped down his hair, soaking through his shirt collar, making him look quite disheveled.

"I apologize to you," he said cautiously.

"Young Master Lu, Young Master Xu, look at this..." His friend also smiled obsequiously.

Lu Yanbai glanced at him, then turned to the security guard and said, "Take him out."

The security guard, holding the man in the floral shirt, walked out, and my friend followed sheepishly behind. They disappeared through the doorway in no time.

Shen Lingyi jogged back from the direction of the restroom, staring blankly at the figure in the floral shirt being dragged away: "What happened? What did I miss?"

Lu Yanbai smiled and said, "It's nothing. Someone was causing trouble, but it's been resolved."

Shen Lingyi looked at him, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

The dim, warm yellow light fell perfectly on his profile. His peach blossom eyes smiled, carrying a hint of nonchalant nobility.

What a handsome man! She screamed inwardly.

"Who are you?" He didn't reveal anything on his face.

"Lu Yanbai, the owner of Sanqiu Guizi, is also a friend of Zhouye."

Shen Lingyi brushed a strand of hair that was hanging by her ear, her voice becoming sweeter: "Hello, Shen Lingyi, Qingjia's best friend."

Song Qingjia had never heard her voice like that before, and looked up at her.

Shen Lingyi winked playfully, bent down and squeezed into the seat next to Song Qingjia, leaned close to her ear, and whispered excitedly, "Why didn't you say so sooner? Xu Zhouye's brother is so handsome!"

Song Qingjia's lips curved slightly, and she lowered her voice, "What? Are you tempted?"

Shen Lingyi raised an eyebrow confidently, not denying it: "No way?"

"OK."

"Hehe, I think I've found love."

After saying that, she picked up the wine glass in front of her, leaned forward, and took the initiative to start a conversation with Lu Yanbai.

Song Qingjia was too lazy to get involved, so she leaned back on the sofa and quietly drank her wine.

On her other side, Xu Zhouye propped his head up and looked at her. His hand slid down from the back of the sofa and naturally wrapped around her waist. His warm palm rested against her side, feeling the delicate touch beneath it.

Song Qingjia glanced down at it, but didn't knock it away, leaving it there.

"You call me 'boyfriend' so naturally," he whispered in her ear, turning his head slightly.

Her breath tickled his ear, and Song Qingjia shifted away slightly: "Did you enjoy it?"

Xu Zhouye looked at her and smiled, "Not bad. I'd be even happier if you called me 'husband'."

Song Qingjia rolled her eyes speechlessly, knowing he was always one to push his luck.

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened as he took the wine glass from her hand and took a sip. The wine burned as it went down his throat.

He frowned. Why did this girl always drink such strong liquor?

Song Qingjia was even more speechless. She leaned over to pick up the new cup on the table, but before her fingers even touched the rim, the hand on her waist tightened suddenly, pulling her back and causing her back to bump against his chest.

"Drink less." His voice came down from above. "I have something to ask you."

Song Qingjia looked up: "What are you asking?"

"What did you do with your good brother this afternoon? You didn't even reply to your boyfriend's messages?" His thumb slowly drew circles on her waist.

Song Qingjia corrected him: "You're a fake boyfriend, but you're quite nosy."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "You're not allowed to interfere?"

Instead of answering, Song Qingjia asked, "How did you know I was with him?"

Have you ever heard this saying?

"Um?"

"If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place." Xu Zhouye lowered his head and brushed his nose against the top of her head. "So, tell me the truth."

Song Qingjia nestled in his arms, her eyes lowered.

"I went to see my father at his cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing."

Xu Zhouye's fingers paused, a rare look of surprise on his face. He looked down at her; her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes obscuring her beautiful eyes.

He knew her pupils were very dark, and that she usually looked at people with a chilling, detached gaze. But right now, perhaps because of the lighting, her coldness carried a hint of pity.

The pitiful feeling that evokes pity.

Xu Zhouye's heart suddenly clenched.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice a little dry, "I don't know."

Song Qingjia laughed and said, "It's alright, it's all in the past."

We've gotten through even the toughest times.

She is doing very well now, with a successful career and a promising future. Her father must be very proud of her.