After all this happened, Jiang Wanzhou, who'd been arranging his hairstyle in the bathroom for four or five minutes, finally returned gracefully.
TL: Where is this man in my life teach meeeeeee
As soon as he sat down, Shen Minglang said: "Young President Jiang, do you want to bet on the finals? My little cousin has already placed his bets with me."
As the real little cousin, Jiang Wanzhou rolled his eyes at him and asked curiously: "Cheng Zhu, what did you bet on?"
"Bet on Germany-Argentina 0-0." Cheng Zhu said very honestly, and he explained what 0-0 meant.
He knew Jiang Wanzhou would immediately ask how much he bet, so he preemptively continued: "If you trust your Zhuge, follow along and bet."
"Trust your head, you don't even understand soccer." Jiang Wanzhou said irritably.
Shen Minglang asked: "Are you betting or not, Young President Jiang?"
"Betting, I'll bet on Germany-Argentina 0-0, bet two thousand." Jiang Wanzhou said.
He didn't understand any of it—odds, correct scores, none of it. He didn't care either.
He was just betting along for more participation.
"Hey, didn't you say you didn't trust me?" Cheng Zhu said with a smile.
"I'm not trusting you, I have a vague intuition!" Jiang Wanzhou said: "You're lucky, I'm betting along too, giving you luck enhancement. You'll definitely win."
Cheng Zhu shrugged, noncommittal.
He understood Jiang Wanzhou's personality, knew he'd definitely bet exactly the same as him.
The purpose was so emotions could be unified in the end—if they lost, everyone cursed together; if they won, everyone celebrated together.
Cheng Zhu naturally wouldn't be talkative and tell him to bet more, even though Jiang Wanzhou definitely had plenty of capital.
"Small gambling for pleasure, big gambling harms health, gambling addicts don't die well."
"Just playing around is fine, can't let him taste too much sweetness, can't set a bad precedent." Cheng Zhu thought.
He personally firmly believed gambling addicts didn't die well.
"But this isn't gambling. Not knowing who wins or loses is called gambling. This is purely cheating."
"Cheater exclusive, idiots don't copy."
After Shen Minglang also placed Jiang Wanzhou's bet, he immediately put on a smiling face toward his sister: "Xiao Ning, I'll help you bet a bit too. If you win it's yours, if you lose it's mine."
"No need." Shen Qingning said directly.
"It's fine, otherwise you'll be so bored sitting here. I won't bet much for you, just the same as our Young President Jiang." Shen Minglang insisted on pleasing his sister, conveniently joining the 0-0 fun.
As mentioned before, Shen Minglang was straightforward and loved showing off. His own sister being so beautiful with such good temperament made him super proud in his circle, so he still doted on Shen Qingning quite a bit, thinking no one was worthy of being his brother-in-law.
As a man, he understood men too well.
You bastards want to pursue my sister? Dream on!
Seeing him so insistent, Shen Qingning didn't say more.
"Whatever, send me home before twelve. If you want to watch the game, come back yourself." She said to Shen Minglang.
The finals didn't start until 3 AM—she couldn't stay up that late, it was bad for the skin.
"Alright, see I specifically haven't had a single drink." Shen Minglang said with a cheeky smile.
Everyone chatting back and forth made Jiang Wanzhou temporarily forget to ask Cheng Zhu how much money he'd bet.
On Li Xinyue's side, Chen Rongrong said with a conflicted expression: "I kind of want to watch the finals here, but it's hard to go home so late."
She knew nothing about soccer, but after all she'd invested 500 yuan, and the bar atmosphere seemed pretty good—she really wanted to ride this wave of trends.
She'd just posted on social media about betting on the game, specifically blocking all her family members. A full dozen boys left comments below—she liked this feeling of having common topics with boys.
"Then call later and say you're staying at my place tonight." Li Xinyue said.
"Great, great!"
Of course, Li Xinyue would also lie to her parents later saying she was staying at Chen Rongrong's.
Listening from the side, Li Rui was extremely delighted. This meant he was the first man to accompany Li Xinyue playing out until dawn!
He was already starting to feel sweet.
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Close to twelve o'clock, Shen Qingning stood up, having Shen Minglang take her home first.
"Young President Jiang, little cousin, I'll be right back!" Shen Minglang said with a smile.
After Shen Qingning stood up, she said a few words to Shen Minglang, then walked straight toward the bathroom first.
Shen Minglang went to the bar first to check tonight's total accounts.
Li Xinyue's side had been observing this side. When Chen Rongrong saw Shen Minglang walk behind the bar, she couldn't help saying: "Why did he go in there, and he's talking to the staff."
"Could this person be the owner here?" Chen Rongrong boldly guessed.
After speaking, she couldn't help glancing at Li Rui.
After all, on the way here Li Rui had said he was very familiar with Wine Hidden's owner.
Li Rui's expression drastically changed. Thinking quickly he said: "He might also be one of the investors, but not the owner I know."
Chen Rongrong and Li Xinyue exchanged glances. The two girls started discussing in low voices again, discussing why Cheng Zhu would be sitting at the same table as Wine Hidden's investor.
Actually what Chen Rongrong was most curious about was the woman sitting across from Cheng Zhu. Her appearance and temperament were really too outstanding—she'd definitely be goddess-level at school.
And she looked like a wealthy human flower, with an intense rich heiress aura.
But Chen Rongrong very tactfully didn't chat about these things with Li Xinyue.
"Huh, why did Cheng Zhu also stand up? Oh, he's going to the bathroom." Chen Rongrong was like a war correspondent.
Li Xinyue suddenly stood up and said: "I'm going to say a few words to him!"
With a stern little face, she quickly walked toward the bathroom direction.
Watching this scene, Li Rui opened his mouth, really wanting to say something, but couldn't speak. His heart instantly felt blocked.
Outside the bathroom, Cheng Zhu was stopped by Li Xinyue.
"Cheng Zhu! What are you doing at a bar!" Li Xinyue said right off the bat.
Cheng Zhu glanced at her and didn't acknowledge her, continuing toward the men's room.
The bathroom area was separated from the outside by a curtain, making Li Xinyue's words and actions bolder.
She directly pulled at Cheng Zhu and angrily questioned: "What kind of attitude is this!"
Cheng Zhu looked at her speechlessly, feeling this little fairy had a serious brain problem.
"As expected, people are different." He thought.
In his past life, he'd seen some girls at about the same age already "sensible" enough to tightly hug his neck, then bring their mouth to his ear saying: "Inside is fine too, I'll take medicine myself."
But there were also girls dramatic to death, forever thinking they had no problems at all.
This fight between them was because Li Xinyue got a "Boyfriend Test" from Weibo, making Cheng Zhu take the test, then she'd check the answers and grade him, saying if he failed there'd be hell to pay!
Cheng Zhu looked at those explosive questions and instantly lost interest in taking the test.
All questions similar to "if me and your mom both fall in the water, who do you save first."
Cheng Zhu didn't want to do this kind of test. After exchanging words, Li Xinyue got angry.
Later she started making breakup threats again, but this time Cheng Zhu didn't indulge her.
At this moment, Cheng Zhu just stood there staring at Li Xinyue until she let go of his clothes.
Somehow, meeting his gaze, Li Xinyue actually felt a bit panicked. She felt Cheng Zhu's eyes seemed somewhat different from before, but couldn't quite say how.
"Acting dramatic when dating is one thing, but we've already broken up now. Let's part on good terms, okay?" He said flatly.
"Just because of this?" Li Xinyue's temper flared up again, glaring angrily.
Of course it wasn't just because of this, but they hadn't started the long-distance relationship yet—the subsequent events hadn't unfolded yet.
At this moment, Shen Qingning walked out of the women's restroom, casually glanced their way without saying anything, went to wash her hands at the sink on her own, treating the two as air.
Li Xinyue instantly felt uncomfortable again and stopped talking.
Shen Qingning's presence was just there—too aloof.
On the contrary, Cheng Zhu didn't care at all. To him it was the same whether someone was nearby or not. He shrugged and smiled: "Right, just because of this. I've mentioned this problem before, haven't I?"
"If you still can't remember after being told several times, then forget it. Making you unhappy also makes me look petty." After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Li Xinyue and turned to walk into the men's room.
After washing her hands, Shen Qingning pulled out a tissue and meticulously wiped the water droplets from her slender fingers as if no one else existed.