Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
He put his hands inside the pockets of his well-ironed trousers. He pressed his lips together, and his gaze seemed distant. The guys beside him couldnât figure out what was on his mind.
âEh, I didnât know that she had a talent in this area.â Ming Ansheng curled his good-looking lips and propped his elbow on Yan Rushengâs shoulders. He was gawking with interest at the tiny woman singing on stage.
When he raised his head and saw that familiar figure earlier on, he was very surprised.
But compared to someone elseâs expression, his astonishment wasnât worth mentioning.
A bespectacled man looked fearlessly at Yan Rusheng and solemnly commented, âThird Yan, youâre way too stingy. After all, sheâs still your childhood sweetheart and yet the salary youâve given her couldnât even be compared to a bar singerâs.â
His implication, of course, was that Wen Xuxu had felt that her salary was insufficient, hence she had changed her job to be a bar singer.
As he said this, he adjusted his spectacles in an elegant manner. Regardless of his appearance or manner of speech, he exuded an air of refined and educated charm.
He seemed to be saying, âIâm not making fun of you, neither am I trying to provoke you intentionally. Iâm seriously feeling indignant on Miss Xuxuâs behalf.â
They could distinctly feel that the temperature was rapidly falling but they brazenly continued and took turns to tease Yan Rusheng.
The guys in this group were all famous, eligible and wealthy bachelors in the capital city. They were the partners that all the ladies in the capital city coveted.
No matter the circumstances, the charm and class they exuded naturally couldnât be concealed. It attracted every lady in sight.
Some of the people in the crowd had shifted their gaze towards them. They couldnât see their faces clearly in the dimly lighted bar, but they were certain that these werenât ordinary people.
âCause love is a game until itâs played and if itâs lost, it canât ever be savedâŠâ
Xuxu had a lively and bright expression as she sang onstage. Her smile was natural and she looked satisfied with her confidence.
How long⊠no, how many years had he not seen it?
Yan Rusheng stood there and the gleam of subtle fury in his eyes was unconsciously doused.
Her enchanting peach-blossom-shaped eyes brought to mind the melting snow and they twinkled with a warm light.
He was aware that Wen Xuxu could sing well and her English was excellent too. But he never knew that she could sing English songs so well.
The meaning of the lyrics⊠Because love is like a game. Once it starts, there is no ending. If it fails, thereâs no starting overâŠ
He looked at the woman who was engrossed with singing and his eyes narrowed. His expression began to turn cold once again.
Aside from work, she had never displayed her other strengths and talents in front of him. It seemed likeâŠ
No, it didnât seem like. She couldnât be botheredâcouldnât be bothered to reveal them in front of him.
âAnsheng, as her ex-classmates, shouldnât we send over a bouquet of flowers?â
The other young masters had not ceased their teasing and it seemed that they were still excited.
Yan Rusheng suddenly withdrew his cold gaze and glanced sideways at the guys beside him.
That expression in his eyes was as sharp as a knife and it silenced them in a split second.
âThe girl standing beside her, isnât that Zhou Shuang, the female hooligan?â
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Suddenly, the refined and handsome bespectacled guy pointed at Zhou Shuang who was standing beside Xuxu and he cried out in surprise.
Another person smiled and replied, âYes, thatâs her. A few days ago, the childhood sweetheart fought with the ex-girlfriend actress and it hit the headlines. She was photographed as well.â
âItâs such a rare occasion to meet our ex-classmates, we definitely need to treat them to a glass or two.â Ming Ansheng curled his lips with mischief.
The refined bespectacled guy looked at Yan Rusheng seriously. âDoesnât Third Yan have something to attend to and needs to leave now?â
With that, Young Master Yan had quietly clenched his fists.