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Zhang Yang felt a bit confused by the nonsensical remark.
"How did you know my girlfriend is Leo?" Zhang Yang, an Aquarius, had once casually mentioned it to Chu Ruoxi, but Ding Weiwei was a Leo, and surprisingly, Chu Ruoxi knew as well.
"I guessed," Chu Ruoxi said, noticing the expression on Zhang Yang's face and realizing she was right. She even laughed, "Alright, I've heard your explanation and now I know you have a girlfriend. You can go."
"Damn, no wonder people say a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. What a mess," Zhang Yang thought to himself: one moment she's angry, the next she's hugging me saying she likes me, and then she acts like nothing happened and tells me to leave.
"So what’s your zodiac sign?" Zhang Yang asked about the zodiac issue.
"I'm a Libra," Chu Ruoxi replied. "Okay, hurry up and leave."
Feeling troubled, Zhang Yang didn’t want to linger any longer. He greeted Chen Xiangyu and left. Chen Xiangyu was equally puzzled and looked back at Chu Ruoxi, "Are you really okay? You were crying just now."
"Who said I'm fine? I'm still emotionally uncomfortable, but rationally I've suddenly come to terms with it. Maybe I should let time make the real choice," Chu Ruoxi said with a sigh.
After Zhang Yang left, she thought about contacting Ding Weiwei again but ultimately resisted the urge and pulled out her phone to call Shen Zhiyu.
"Did things go south?" Shen Zhiyu immediately sensed something was wrong. "Have you eaten?"
"How could I have the mood to eat?" Zhang Yang replied.
"I just finished eating. Alright, let’s go to a bar for a couple of drinks."
Shen Zhiyu and Zhang Yang went to a bar near Imperial City Root. They ordered a dozen ice-cold beers.
After hearing about what happened, Shen Zhiyu laughed, "What a hassle! If Chu Ruoxi ignored you, that would be one thing since Xiao Ding is your girlfriend; as long as you explain things well, it should be fine. But now the problem is that Chu Ruoxi seems unwilling to let go."
"You understand so much, why aren't you married at this age?" Zhang Yang took a big gulp of ice-cold beer and asked.
"Love is hard to explain. Let me tell you, I once liked a girl from our compound, but my family disagreed, saying she was too troublesome," Shen Zhiyu surprisingly shared.
"Ah?" Zhang Yang jolted, "You can't be talking about Shi Qing, right?"
"No way, how did you know? It must have been that brat Qi Shen who told you," Shen Zhiyu nearly jumped up.
"He only mentioned that the three of you indeed lived in the same compound and talked about some strange perceptions regarding Shi Qing, but he never said you liked her," Zhang Yang replied.
"This world really is small," Shen Zhiyu also took a big gulp of ice-cold beer.
"You haven't seen a smaller one," Zhang Yang suddenly said with a hint of melancholy.
Zhang Yang's situation was already chaotic and tangled, and now it had stirred up Shen Zhiyu's sad memories.
Both of their moods sank together, and they quickly finished a dozen beers and ordered another dozen.
They drank until they were dizzy.
After spending the entire afternoon drinking, the two emerged from the bar as night fell. Even though Zhang Yang had a strong tolerance for alcohol, he was already swaying a bit. Shen Zhiyu was in worse shape, leaning against the wall and unable to move. Zhang Yang laughed through his drunken breath, "Fish Head, let me take you home?"
Shen Zhiyu shouted "Okay," then unexpectedly collapsed onto Zhang Yang's shoulder and soon began to snore.
Zhang Yang didn't know where Shen Zhiyu lived and thought to himself that they might as well head back to the hotel. He hailed a cab and returned to Hilton Hotel.
Shen Zhiyu was indeed very drunk. As Zhang Yang helped him into the elevator, he noticed there were already two people inside. Steadying Shen Zhiyu, Zhang Yang took a closer look and realized that these two people were quite unusual.
An elderly man with completely white hair had his hair tied up in a bun, and his long white beard was quite prominent. He wore a traditional Tang suit and round cloth shoes, resembling a Daoist priest who had chosen to wear a Tang outfit instead of a robe. Beside him stood a very young woman, tall and alluring, a beautiful lady with an elegant demeanor.
The two of them seemed mismatched in every way. The most interesting part was that the old man gently held the young woman's hand, while she appeared to be blooming with spring-like charm next to him. She certainly did not look like a woman of ill repute, so why was she behaving so inappropriately in front of this old man?
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and distanced himself from them.
"What's wrong, young friend? Are you envious of this old Daoist's good fortune?" the old man chuckled as he stroked his beard.
Zhang Yang was taken aback, thinking that he truly was an old Daoist who could see through his thoughts. He quickly replied, "Daoist priest, you flatter me. My friend is facing some troubles; if I have been rude, I hope you can forgive me."
"The young friend understands etiquette. If you have difficulties, you may come to my room tomorrow at noon; I might be able to help you solve one or two issues, but it will require a substantial fee," the old Daoist said, while secretly pinching the young woman's backside.
"Hmm!" "Ding!"
As the young woman made a sound, the elevator reached the floor where Zhang Yang was. The problem was that they were on the same floor. Even more coincidentally, as they walked past each other, they ended up at the adjacent room.
Watching the old man enter his room, Zhang Yang then used his card to enter his own.
Once inside, Zhang Yang tossed Shen Zhiyu onto the bed, took off his shoes and jacket, and covered him with a blanket. Zhang Yang was staying in a suite with a large bed inside and a sitting area outside. Feeling somewhat tired, he grabbed a blanket and lay down on the large sofa in the sitting area. Ten minutes later, he was already snoring.
He slept soundly until dawn. When Zhang Yang woke up, he found Shen Zhiyu had also gotten up and was washing his face in the bathroom.
"Awake? Go wash your face," Shen Zhiyu said as he came out with a towel. Just then, loud arguing erupted from the hallway.
Shen Zhiyu casually walked to the door and pulled it open, prompting Zhang Yang to get up and follow him.
Upon looking out, they saw a well-dressed man striding angrily toward the exit while the beautiful woman from yesterday clung to his hand, seemingly pleading desperately.
"How could that be? You have to believe me," the beautiful woman said.
"Do you think I'm blind? I checked the hotel surveillance. You were laughing and talking with that old man, and you went into the hotel. That old man just left an hour ago!" The man forcefully shook off the beautiful woman's hand.
Zhang Yang walked out the door, rubbing his eyes, and happened to make eye contact with the man.
"That's right, it's this guy. He was with someone else and got on the elevator with you. If you don't believe me, just ask him!" The man pointed at Zhang Yang.
Damn, so it turns out he couldn't catch her cheating and was trying to deny everything. Zhang Yang thought to himself that he felt the beautiful woman didn't seem like a woman of the night yesterday; how could she be with that old man? Sure enough, something went wrong.
Shen Zhiyu looked confused; he had been drunk yesterday and naturally knew nothing about what happened in the elevator.
"Excuse me, sir, did you really see me yesterday?" the beautiful woman asked as she stepped forward.
What the hell, you were all flirty yesterday, and now you're denying it? Zhang Yang thought to himself, but in such a situation, he couldn't say those words out loud.
"Uh, the elevator?" Zhang Yang pondered, his mind racing as he considered how to respond.
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