Chapter 1379: Chapter 738: Mo Han & Wanwan Arc – I Just Got Dumped_3
Right after he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen said to him, "Come over and drink with me."
Xi Mohan tilted his head to look outside, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. The car window had already rolled up directly a moment ago, and he said lightly, "Going drinking at this hour? Are you okay?"
After about half a minute of silence, Lu Jingchen on the other end of the line gritted his teeth and spoke, "I’m going through a breakup."
This was unexpected for Xi Mohan. He paused briefly and then spoke unhurriedly, "You and Zuo Yuqing broke up?"
Lu Jingchen said nothing, let alone answered.
"You’re the one who asked me to drink with you. At least tell me something."
"Are you done yet? Are you a good buddy? If you are, then come over now."
Already able to hear directly from Lu Jingchen’s voice that his mood was really bad, Xi Mohan smiled faintly, didn’t continue asking questions, but instead said one word, "Alright."
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In the most luxurious and also priciest bar in An City, the moment Xi Mohan arrived, some acquaintances immediately approached to greet him.
This is An City’s most expensive place, and also the easiest way to prove one’s identity. So those coming to this bar were either company or group bosses and leaders, or rich heirs and socialites; in short, you could probably close your eyes and grab anyone who could just lightly stomp a foot and make An City shake three times.
Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan had a private room reserved at this bar, where they usually went for drinks or business talks, so Xi Mohan didn’t need to ask anyone. He went directly to the private room and found Lu Jingchen, who had already drunk quite a bit.
Probably getting a bit tired of drinking, Lu Jingchen was leaning against the back of the sofa, eyes closed, resting.
There were quite a few other people in the private room, all friends who were relatively close within the circle of Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen.
Seeing Xi Mohan arrive, everyone stood up to greet him, and Xi Mohan responded to each one, then let them continue doing whatever they were doing.
Probably because Lu Jingchen was in a bad mood and going through a breakup, no one in the private room called for any hostesses, nor did anyone bring their girlfriends. Just a few men drinking, guessing numbers, and chatting.
Xi Mohan walked directly to Lu Jingchen’s side, looking at the man with closed eyes there. He didn’t know if he was asleep, but he didn’t think much about it, directly lifted his foot and gently kicked him, his voice calm. The private room wasn’t very noisy, so the volume was just right for Lu Jingchen to hear, "Are you planning to sleep here?"
The man who was originally closing his eyes slowly opened them, and the first thing he saw was Xi Mohan’s handsome face with a bit of displeasure. He was slightly dazed for a moment, then sat up and casually grabbed a bottle of wine from the side, speaking to Xi Mohan, "You’re here, huh? Come, come... have a drink with me."
Xi Mohan gave a light glance at the wine bottle in his hand, his lips gently pressed in silence, and sat down directly.
The two weren’t ones for excessive chit-chat; saying they would drink meant just that, almost picking up the bottle for a direct swig.
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Ning Wan’s mood wasn’t great, but with Song Qiao’s company, she felt slightly less uncomfortable. That overwhelming sense of exhaustion allowed her to fall asleep early.
Half-asleep and drowsy, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang. In the previously quiet bedroom, the sudden sound woke her up instantly. She opened her eyes to look at the ceiling in front of her, and once she regained her sense, she picked up the phone to see. A string of familiar numbers instantly filled her view, making her wonder if she was dreaming.
Although there was no label for the incoming call, the number was familiar enough for her to recite backwards, so she immediately recognized it as Xi Mohan’s phone number.
The phone kept ringing, sounding somewhat harsh in this quiet night. Thankfully, she and Song Qiao each had their own room, otherwise, it would have surely woke Song Qiao.
Her fingers hovered over the phone screen but didn’t slide across the answer button; soon the call automatically hung up.
Ning Wan stared at the screen of the unlit phone, dazed again. Just as she was lost in thought, the phone, which had gone quiet, suddenly rang again.
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