Chapter 2475: Chapter 1561: I Don’t Believe It
"Xiao Yu, have you been to this kind of karaoke before?"
Hong Xiaoyu immediately shook his head.
"It seems your brother is quite negligent, hasn’t even taken you to a place like this."
Hong Xiaoyu looked at the empty beer bottles on the floor, knowing that this sister was already "getting into the groove."
He lowered his voice and whispered, "Sister Tong Dan, my brother is a decent person."
Tong Dan giggled.
"Your brother may be negligent, but you, as his brother, are quite loyal. As for whether your brother is a decent person, wouldn’t I know?"
As she spoke, she changed her tone, pretending certain people weren’t there, and said seductively, "Want me to call some girls over for you? Don’t worry, you won’t have to pay."
Jiang Chen remained composed, hearing it but pretending, like Qing Gege, that he didn’t.
Hong Xiaoyu was already a man, no longer that kid who used to chase after them, so he had to learn to handle social temptations on his own~
Hong Xiaoyu’s eyes widened, seemingly tempted, "Sister Tong Dan’s treat?"
Tong Dan confidently patted her chest, "What’s the problem~"
"Sister Tong Dan is generous with someone else’s money. In the end, isn’t Brother Zili footing the bill?"
Hong Xiaoyu cleverly shifted the conversation, looking at Fu Zili, who was chatting with Wen Rong.
"Who pays doesn’t matter, the question is, do you want to have fun?"
Hong Xiaoyu blushed.
Joking aside, sisters teasing little brothers is harmless, but the word "fun" still left him a bit bewildered.
The crucial point was.
His cousin and Sister Fang Qing were too disloyal, munching peanuts, playing deaf and dumb.
Hong Xiaoyu had to save himself, looking towards the room’s entrance.
"Sister Tong Dan, there’s a handsome guy."
Tong Dan instinctively turned her head.
He wasn’t crying wolf; next to Tie Jun, a tall and handsome man indeed walked in, the kind to make many women take notice. But Tong Dan only glanced briefly before looking away.
"Do you think your Sister Tong Dan is a little girl? For a man, looks are the least important."
She also picked up a peanut, flipping it expertly into her red lips—just that move showed her unparalleled finesse.
Finally, Jiang Chen spoke, teasing as he stood up, "Your Sister Tong Dan surpassed the basic aesthetics long ago."
The others also stood up, one after the other.
It was a gesture of politeness.
Evidently, this was the last guest of the evening, Tie Jun’s old squad leader had arrived.
"Wu Yubin, my old squad leader from Hong’an, single, unmarried."
Tie Jun’s introduction was exceptionally brief.
Wu Yubin smiled in greeting, "Sorry for being late."
Standing over six feet tall, with a robust masculinity and decent demeanor, most women indeed found it hard to resist a man like him.
For example, Ji Ailin’s eyes brightened instinctively, not out of infatuation, but a natural appreciation of an outstanding member of the opposite sex.
"Fu Zili, my old big brother, and tonight’s host..."
Tie Jun continued introducing everyone, mentioning only basic details like name and occupation, omitting grand descriptions—for instance, glossing over some introductions.
"Jiang Chen, back in the day, we even shared pants."
Wu Yubin nodded one by one. Anyone present tonight undoubtedly had Tie Jun’s approval; their character couldn’t be too bad. Even with Fang Qing and Tong Dan, two rare beauties in Sha City, his squad leader Wu Yubin didn’t linger his gaze excessively.
"I’ll self-penalize a bottle."
After the introductions, he promptly demonstrated his apologies, picking up a bottle of black beer and downing it in one go.
Though he hadn’t been here long since entering, he had undoubtedly won everyone’s goodwill.
"We’re all friends, no need to stand on ceremony," Fu Zili said.
Wu Yubin nodded, "If I were being formal, I wouldn’t have come."
Fu Zili laughed, "Take a seat."
The room was spacious; not a concern even if another ten people joined, far from crowded.
Everyone sat back down.
"What? Interested in him?"
Wen Rong sneaked up to her best friend.
In front of "one of her own," Ji Ailin wasn’t shy, subtly glancing at Wu Yubin sitting relatively near her, "You know I can’t resist military men."
"It’s not that you can’t resist military men; you’re into tall guys. Want me to help you out?"
Ji Ailin blinked, "Could be worth knowing."
Wen Rong picked up her glass.
"Squad Leader Wu, let me toast to you."
This wasn’t their first meeting.
"It’s unfair if you’re drinking juice, don’t you think?"
"You know I get drunk on just one bottle of beer. If I pass out, won’t it be unfair to everyone?"
Wu Yubin nodded, "True. This evening is hard to come by, you must see it through to the end."
"You, feel free."
Some men like to show off, thinking they have to chug when a lady toasts, or they’re not manly. Wu Yubin had no such burden, taking a modest swig.
"What to sing? I’ll pick for you."
"I’ll listen to everyone else first."
"Why so modest? I’ve heard from Tie Jun that Squad Leader Wu is famous for singing in the army, leading in all events and performances."
Wu Yubin laughed it off, "A hero doesn’t talk of past glories."
"I’ll pick one then."
Wen Rong picked a Cantonese song beloved by soldiers—or rather, men—and one her best friend was also good at.
"Glorious Years"
She handed the microphones to the two of them.
Seeing his wife’s maneuver, Tie Jun chuckled internally.
Her efforts were destined to be in vain.
