Chapter 217: The Bar
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Qiao Ruoyang put down the cup and continued, “Besides, going to a bar can be expensive, and at the mont, my wallet isn’t enough to support reckless spending.”
“Well, that’s true…” Ning Yanlan looked listless, finding it hard not to agree with Qiao Ruoyang.
Seeing her downcast like a withered cabbage, Qiao Ruoyang lifted her eyelids and said, “A few days ago, I ran into my senior from college. She recomnded a lounge bar opened by her boyfriend, also located on Wukang Road. It shouldn’t be filled with all sorts of people. If you’re interested, we can go.”
“Let’s go!” Ning Yanlan instantly stood up as if injected with chicken blood.
“Yangyang, let’s go now!”
“Wait, let change my clothes.”
Qiao Ruoyang ca out after changing her clothes and picked up her bag hanging on the hook.
Ning Yanlan touched her chin, glanced around at her, and exclaid in surprise, “Yangyang, are you going to work?”
With high-waisted straight-leg jeans paired with a long-sleeved shirt, with a button undone at the collar, revealing fair skin and collarbones, there was a casual and free-spirited fashion sense.
This outfit clearly portrayed the image of a career woman.
“It’s not that exaggerated,” Qiao Ruoyang looked down at herself, raised her eyes and smiled, “It’s fine. Most of the people at my senior’s lounge bar are from our schools. Even if I et soone I know from work there, it won’t damage my image.”
Ning Yanlan remained silent for a few seconds, sighed deeply, and patted Qiao Ruoyang’s shoulder, exclaiming, “You workaholic! If I were the boss, I’d definitely give you a promotion and a raise!”
“Then I’ll wait for you to acquire our company, so I can stay at ho and still receive a salary.”
When the two reached the road, the taxi they had called using the ride-hailing app was already waiting for them by the roadside.
Weekend nights are often the ti when people indulge themselves, releasing the accumulated pressure from the weekdays. At this mont, the streets on both sides of Wukang Road were filled with various cars.
It was too congested for the taxi to pass through, so the driver stopped the car at a junction a hundred ters away.
Ning Yanlan held Qiao Ruoyang’s arm and looked at the brightly lit street with colorful lights, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, I feel like the air here is better than Xuancheng. I love this place so much!” than Xuancheng. I love this place so much!”
Qiao Ruoyang smiled lightly, not dampening her enthusiasm.
“The na ‘Lockherd Bar’ is quite strange Ning Yanlan looked up at the large three characters and furrowed her brows, “Why is it called that? Is your senior’s boyfriend a lawyer?”
Qiao Ruoyang explained, “You’re right. Her boyfriend is a lawyer, and my senior studies economics. Combining the two, they nad it ‘Lockherd Bar.’ I heard from classmates that they t at a bar, fell in love, and now they’re engaged. The day of the proposal was the first day of the bar’s opening.”
“Wow,” Ning Yanlan showed an envious expression, “Other people’s love stories are so sweet and beautiful. Comparatively, mine…”
“Maybe your true love is in there,” Qiao Ruoyang patted her hand and joked, “Let’s go in quickly, so your true love doesn’t have to wait too long.”
Inside, Ning Yanlan was amazed by the interplay of purple and blue lights cascading on every corner of the lounge.
Qiao Ruoyang looked around and casually ordered two low-alcohol cocktails
trom the waiter, then chose a spot that was neither conspicuous nor hidden.
In the middle of the bar, a part-ti college student played the guitar and sang. His voice was clear, and though the lody was gentle, it carried deep emotions.
The humming of the song sounded like the gentle flowing water of a stream through a deep valley, soothing and beautiful.
Ning Yanlan, usually restricted by her parents, had clearly loosened up in their absence. When a few n approached her to strike up a conversation, she chatted with them for a while.
On the first floor, Qiao Ruoyang scanned the attractive n and won with little interest and took a sip of her cocktail.
Ning Yanlan returned with a smile on her face, eager to report her achievents to Qiao Ruoyang.
“Yangyang, I just t a handso guy with glasses. He’s a screenwriter and cos here to find inspiration.”
“Oh?” Qiao Ruoyang raised an eyebrow. “Has he written any notable works? Have any of his works been successfully adapted into dramas? If they have, what were the view counts and the buzz around them?”
Ning Yanlan stared at Qiao Ruoyang with a look of “You never learn,” shaking her head and sighing, “Yangyang, when will you change this professional habit of yours? Otherwise, I doubt you’ll ever find a partner..”
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