Chapter 902: Chapter 882: Dream of Taking Advantage of Grandma in Your Next Life
The urgent ringtone finally pulled Nie Yixiao’s mind back.
He lifted himself from the woman, gasped heavily a few times, and looked visibly frustrated.
Because of that brat, he had completely lost control of his emotions and casually found a woman to try to suppress his irritation.
Clenching his teeth, he slapped his own face several times, turned over and got off the bed, walking to the coffee table.
Picking up a glass of ice water, he gulped it down, then answered his phone to hear Jiayi’s voice:
"Brother Yixiao, is Miss Qiao still with you?"
Hearing Jiayi’s voice, his mood calmed: "She left earlier. What’s wrong?"
"It’s past dinnertime, and she still hasn’t returned. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. I’m worried something might have happened." Jiayi’s tone became more uneasy upon hearing that Qiao Yongyong had already left Nie Yixiao’s apartment.
"Don’t worry. She probably stopped somewhere to play. She’s always been thoughtless like that."
"Even if she’s out, she should’ve answered her phone. Brother Yixiao, did something happen between you two while she was with you?"
"I scolded her. She’s probably upset and out for some air. Relax; if anyone in the world is going to be fine, it’d be her. She’s not the type to suffer losses and knows self-defense—what could possibly happen?"
"But she’s still a girl...."
Nie Yixiao reassured Jiayi a few more times before ending the call.
The woman was growing impatient. Seeing that he had finished his call, she walked over and draped her delicate arms over his shoulders. "Darling, what are you still worrying about? Time is precious..."
"Smack!" With a forceful push, she was shoved aside, nearly stumbling.
"Put your clothes on. The door is over there." Nie Yixiao didn’t bother to glance at her, straightened his own clothes, and stood up to head toward the bathroom.
The woman stomped her foot in frustration. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"It means I’m no longer interested."
Hearing the decisiveness in his tone, all she could do was curse under her breath, change her clothes, and leave after the bathroom door slammed shut behind him.
Nie Yixiao soaked in a hot bath, washing off the dizzying perfume scent from his body. When he emerged from the bathroom, he glanced at the clock—it was already ten at night.
He wondered whether that brat had returned to Disheng.
Recalling Jiayi’s nervousness on the phone, he frowned, picked up his phone, and finally dialed Qiao Yongyong’s number.
After a long wait, the call was finally answered. On the other end was Qiao Yongyong’s fuzzy, slurred voice: "Huh? Who is it?"
The background was blaring with explosive music. She was practically shouting to speak.
Nie Yixiao’s expression darkened. She had gone to a bar? Judging by her voice, she was probably drunk.
"Qiao Yongyong, go back to Disheng immediately. Stop worrying others about you. Do you hear me?" He suppressed his anger and warned her over the phone.
"Who are you... That’s hilarious... Do you even know who I am, teaching me a lesson like this... Haha...."
Noticing her speech was incoherent, he knew it was impossible to persuade her to return. He frowned and asked, "Which bar are you at right now?!"
Just then, a drunken man’s teasing voice drifted from the background: "Who are you talking to? Come over here! Trying to skip out on drinking three penalty shots after losing rock-paper-scissors?!"
"Nonsense! You’re the one skipping! I’ll take you down!" Qiao Yongyong refuted thickly tongued.
Nie Yixiao’s mind exploded. Furiously, he snarled, "Qiao Yongyong, who the hell are you with? I’m warning you, return to Disheng immediately, or—"
Before he could finish, "Bang," the call was abruptly terminated.
Nie Yixiao’s face turned stormy as he gripped the phone. A few seconds later, he stood, changed clothes, grabbed his car keys, and strode out the door.
He had no idea which bar she was at. Considering how quickly she’d gotten drunk in a bar and was playing drinking games with strangers, she probably hadn’t gone far from his apartment.
After narrowing down the area, he started driving his car, searching bar by bar.
The night deepened as he visited bar after bar, but there was still no trace of that brat.
Exiting yet another bar and getting into his car, Nie Yixiao couldn’t hold back anymore and punched the steering wheel. Qiao Yongyong, if you have the guts, stay missing forever. Otherwise, when I find you, I’ll make you pay!
He couldn’t even understand why he was out searching for her in the middle of the night instead of sleeping peacefully at home.
But remembering the stranger’s voice from the call, Nie Yixiao gritted his teeth, slammed the gas pedal, and drove off to the next bar.
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A noisy bar, in a corner.
After losing another round of rock-paper-scissors, Qiao Yongyong protested. "You guys must be cheating! How come I keep losing? It’s boring... I’m done playing!"
"What? Quitting just because you lost? That’s no fun at all! How about this: Instead of drinking penalty shots, let’s make it more interesting—lose a round, and take off one piece of clothing." A greasy, pig-faced man whose intentions were far from pure egged her on with his companions.
Qiao Yongyong pouted. "Alright, I don’t believe I’ll keep losing."
In the next round, with the help of a few scheming men, Qiao Yongyong inevitably lost again.
"Miss, time to strip. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?" The group began jeering.
"Fine, I’ll strip!" Showing bravado, Qiao Yongyong pulled off her jacket, leaving only a thin camisole underneath.
The elegant curves of her youthful figure caused a pack of nightclub wolves to reveal their desire-filled gazes as they pushed her into another round of the game.
Predictably, Qiao Yongyong lost again in the new round.
The men swallowed hard and stared at her with lustful eyes. "Miss, go ahead and strip again."
Though drunk, Qiao Yongyong still retained some clarity. Her hand hovered over her camisole strap, then suddenly stopped. Smirking, she sneered, "You really think I’ve drank myself stupid, huh? Listen up, you filthy pests—I’m no lightweight. If you were hoping to take advantage of me, try again in your next life!"
The men looked disappointed but exchanged subtle glances among themselves.
The greasy man chuckled and addressed Qiao Yongyong, "Fine, no stripping—it’s your choice. But you’ll still have to down a penalty drink!"
He discreetly motioned to a companion, who quickly mixed a cocktail while adding a pinch of powder before handing it over.
Qiao Yongyong reluctantly accepted the drink. Although she felt tipsy, she didn’t want to lose face here. Nie Yixiao’s image flitted through her mind, and out of sheer spite, she gulped the drink in one go.
"Miss, let’s keep playing!" A tattooed man with a sinister glint urged her further.
"I’m done playing with you! Losing all the time—obviously, you’re cheating! So lame!"
Qiao Yongyong hiccuped, feeling her body grow warmer. She staggered up and started heading toward the restroom.
The men exchanged knowing looks but didn’t stop her and instead followed quietly behind.
Within the restroom of the bar, Qiao Yongyong stumbled her way in, splashing her face with cold water. Yet the heat in her body only rose. Dazed, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her rosy cheeks flushed to a shocking degree.
