Before entering the bar, Yang Chen noticed the patterned neon lights at the entrance, which he hadn't paid much attention to before.
"Thorn," the bar had a peculiar na. The green stone walls and dark brown wooden decorations at the entrance gave off a dieval European castle vibe, perhaps an effective way to attract a specific clientele. At least, Lin Ruoxi had chosen this small bar to drown her sorrows.
As soon as Yang Chen stepped inside, a soothing piano lody filled the air. If he rembered correctly, it was Liszt's "Hungarian Rhapsody."
This piece often gave people the impression of rugged excitent, but in reality, it exuded elegance and nobility, like a royal decorated luxury cruise, gracefully swaying along a winding river.
The sudden ergence of such music in this seemingly narrow bar significantly enhanced its quaint atmosphere.
So tables and chairs in the center of the bar had been moved to the side, and many young urban n and won gathered together, exchanging various laughs and ambiguous glances. In this city where stress was prevalent, disco music used for clubbing seed insufficient to satisfy the spiritual needs of these white-collar workers. They chose to gather in exquisite and tasteful small bars with classical piano music to express their dissatisfaction with society and satisfy their modesty.
Yang Chen, who had flas in his chest monts ago, gradually cald down after hearing this piece of music. He didn't hastily search for the variously dressed won in the bar but instead sat down at the bar counter and ordered a glass of ordinary whiskey from the bartender.
The air was filled with a mixture of perfu and alcohol. Yang Chen quietly sat in a corner of the bar, sipping on the amber liquid, while nearby various conversations were being held, expressing emotions. Yang Chen thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere.
However, the quiet ti didn't last long. From a dark corner of the bar, a woman in a sky-blue camisole dress walked out gracefully. Her skin was fair, her calves slender, her figure graceful and slender. Not exaggerated, but also delicate and charming. She wore light makeup, with delicate features reminiscent of ink paintings, refined and with a classical elegance.
Her shoulder-length jet-black hair was slightly curled at the ends, and she wore two silver earrings on her earlobes. She exuded a vibe similar to that of a European and Arican top model casually strolling out after work, the only difference being her slightly petite figure.
This woman was easily likeable at first sight. Her beauty didn't stun you to the point of increased heart rate, but it was difficult to resist.
"Sir, may I have the pleasure of your invitation for a drink?" The woman raised her glass, gracefully tilting her head as she downed the last sip of mint liqueur in the glass. Then, she placed the empty glass on the counter and looked at Yang Chen with a playful smile.
Not only n would seek prey, but won would also do the sa.
Being treated as prey was nothing new to Yang Chen, so he smiled calmly and snapped his fingers at the young bartender nearby.
"What can I get for you, miss?" The bartender asked the woman directly, understanding the situation well.
"Brandy Alexander cocktail." A smooth London accent rolled off the woman's lips naturally, not coming off as pretentious but rather as if it was the natural way to speak.
"What... what?" The young bartender obviously wasn't very proficient in English.
"Brandy Alexander, or Alexandra." Yang Chen kindly clarified for the bartender.
The bartender, having encountered various situations before, thanked Yang Chen and, with a smile of apology towards the woman, began to smoothly mix the drink.
When the woman received the cocoa-colored drink, she looked at Yang Chen with so appreciation. "Sorry, I spent several years abroad before. I'm not very familiar with so of the local terms. However, few people know the na Alexandra. It seems that the gentleman is quite knowledgeable about alcohol."
Yang Chen raised his glass slightly to the woman. "To commorate the wedding of King Edward VII of England and Queen Alexandra, this cocktail was created as a tribute to the queen. Many won enjoy this flavor. If a man wants to understand won, knowing this isn't anything special."
"But of all the n who ca in here, only you didn't co to find a woman."
"I'm not looking, and yet here you are." Yang Chen chuckled.
The woman looked at Yang Chen for a mont before extending her fair and delicate hand. "Anxin, '安心', aning 'peace of mind.'"
"A very special interpretation," Yang Chen found it intriguing. Not only did this woman fit his requirents in appearance, but her taste and way of speaking also seed suitable for a night of pleasure. He shook hands with Anxin in a courteous gesture. "Yang Chen. When you're ready to reveal your na, I'll tell you which two characters mine are."
"Your interpretation is even more special, but much more interesting than other n." Anxin playfully winked. "Congratulations, you've piqued my interest."
"Interest in what?" Yang Chen asked. "Understanding the structure of my body? If you're willing to exchange equally, we can get to know each other."
Anxin wasn't bothered by such explicit implications. "I suspect that saying such things might not be the real you. That's my interest. Simply put, I want to see if the man in front of can et my requirents for an intimate male partner."
"Miss An, the truth in this world often doesn't exist. If you're willing, I think you'd better rely on your sharp intuition as a woman to judge." Yang Chen boldly looked Anxin up and down. It seed that they both had sothing in mind, so many things could be said plainly.
Tilting her head, Anxin's soft hair slightly obscured her charming intoxicated blush from drinking. With a sweet breath, she asked with a bewildered gaze, "Could you explain? I'm not quite understanding Mr. Yang's aning."
Teased by the suspense, Yang Chen felt helpless about this clever-minded woman. She was clearly stating her intentions to spend the night with him, yet she kept asking so many questions. But he needed to maintain the atmosphere, so he asked in return, "Miss An, do you know who the inventor of radio is?"
"Anyone who's read a book knows it's Marconi," Anxin frowned slightly. This change in topic was quite unexpected, but she was intelligent enough to keep up. "Isn't that the truth?"
"From the perspective of most Western countries, indeed, Marconi is credited with inventing the radio. However, in Soviet Russia, it was Popov, and in Germany, it was Hertz. In the United States, it was Tesla. For example, Popov in Russia successfully researched the radio several decades before Marconi, but due to a funding issue of 1000 rubles, the Russian army directly vetoed what they saw as a delusional great invention. So, it wasn't until decades later that Marconi received the Nobel Prize."
Anxin gazed at Yang Chen, and amidst the shifting light, she chuckled softly. "Mr. Yang, although I'm not sure if what you're saying is true, no man has ever said such things to in a bar, in an ambiguous atmosphere."
Yang Chen took a sip of his drink, swirling the glass lightly in his hand. "Does it matter? Do you like it, Miss An?"
Suddenly, Anxin bent forward, her supple waist drawing her closer to Yang Chen's profile. Her moist, cool cherry lips lightly kissed Yang Chen's cheek, then she smiled charmingly. "Congratulations, tonight I belong to you."
"Pleased to serve you," Yang Chen said airily, setting down his glass. He had finally succeeded in acting, and with one hand, he grasped Anxin's fair wrist, ready to leave the bar.
Just as this was happening, four or five burly n in suits and ties suddenly burst into the bar, each with an urgent expression. When they saw Yang Chen holding Anxin's hand in an intimate manner, they all showed expressions of anger.
"Miss An, please co with us," the leader of the black-clad n said sternly, leaving no room for resistance.
The atmosphere in the bar grew tense as custors stopped their conversations to watch the unfolding scene.
Anxin glanced casually at the n in black before turning her gaze back to Yang Chen with a calm expression. Seeing Yang Chen's undaunted deanor, she couldn't help but admire him. "It seems that passing my test alone isn't enough. Mr. Yang, will you choose to abandon the poor little lamb or beco a knight who draws his sword and fights?"
Yang Chen inwardly sighed. Indeed, good won weren't easy to win over. But feeling intrigued, he didn't mind the trouble. With a playful smile directed at Anxin, he said, "If Miss Anxin can give a kiss of blessing, I believe tonight we'll have an unforgettable and enchanting ti together."
Without hesitation, Anxin, like a noble girl in love, elegantly wrapped her hands around Yang Chen's neck, tilting her beautiful face to press her lips moistly against his. Just before leaving, she even ran her warm tongue across Yang Chen's cheek, leaving a wet mark.
"Be brave and fight, my knight," Anxin said as she released her hold on Yang Chen and stepped back behind him.
The black-clad n were visibly angry now, with the leader glaring fiercely at Yang Chen. "Young man, you'll regret what happened tonight for the rest of your life."
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