Story Novel
Chapter 741: 380 Yearning_3
Chapter 741: 380 Yearning_3
Aunt Hong walked over and waved her hand, signaling the staff to move away.
“Young Master, do my girls not catch your fancy?”
Zheng Qing curled his lips: “Should I call you Aunt Hong, or should I just call you a madam of a brothel?”
The more accurate term would be a pimp.
Zheng Qing found it revolting even just to glance at her.
Aunt Hong was taken aback, then started to laugh: “Young Master, are you joking with me? This is a nightclub, not a charity.”
“Look at the men here, which one isn’t mad about them. They enjoy the thrill of being pursued and even more so, the pleasure of conquering men. Young Master, if you fancy anyone, I can arrange for her to accompany you tonight. Being chosen by you would be her good fortune.”
Zheng Qing cleared his ears: “Fine, I fancy the girl at table ten, she’s the one.”
Aunt Hong raised her eyebrows: “Young Master has good taste. I’ll have Yueyue prepare herself to accompany you tonight.”
“May I know your honorific?”
“Just call me Mr. Zheng Qing.”
“Mr. Zheng Qing.”
As Aunt Hong stood up to leave, her gaze slid over a girl in the corner who had been silent the whole time. The lighting was dim and the girl was wearing a mask. She couldn’t see the girl’s face clearly, but judging by her figure and outfit, she was quite young. Even though she hadn’t spoken, she had an imposing presence that couldn’t be ignored.
Aunt Hong felt a strange sensation, unconsciously frowning.
“May I ask who this young lady might be…?”
Zheng Qing lets out a snort: “My friend doesn’t like to be disturbed.”
Aunt Hong nodded: “I see.”
After she finished speaking, she left. As she walked past the man in black, she lowered her voice and instructed: “Keep an eye on table 18.”
First causing a fuss, then mysterious arrivals, definitely not good news.
Zheng Qing took a sip of his drink, and clicked his tongue: “Seems like coming here tonight was worth it.”
Ming Jing grabbed his bottle: “Drink less, you’ll accomplish nothing with your tolerance.”
“I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Back in the day, A Yu and I could drink any man under the table…A Yu….”
Zheng Qing leaned back in his chair, his cheeks flushed and his eyes a bit hazy.
It’s not the wine that intoxicates, but the drinker himself.
Ming Jing shook her head: “You’re always this boastful.”
Zheng Qing paused: “What did you just say?”
The alcohol numbed his brain, the words not registering immediately, but he had a sense of déjà vu.
Same words, same tone, a hint of helplessness, a trace of indulgence.
Ming Jing just smiled and shook her head: “Nothing, don’t let your personal matters interfere with your mission here tonight.”
All of sludden, Zheng Qing grabbed her wrist, his eyes piercing into hers as he asked insistently: “Repeat what you just said.”
Ming Jing placed her hand on his forehead: “Qingqing, you’re drunk.”
“I’d rather be drunk and never wake up,” Zheng Qing chuckled.
“Only when I’m drunk can I see you.”
“A Yu….”
His head tilted ever so slightly and he abruptly fell asleep.
Lost for words, Ming Jing let out a faint laugh: “Still the same old you.”
Zheng Qing had a peculiar constitution. He couldn’t tolerate alcohol too well and would black out temporarily, but he recovers quickly, persevering through however much liquor he had to down.
Ming Jing placed a hand on Zheng Qing’s back, her gaze penetrating through the crowded room, landing on the unknown.
Two minutes later, Zheng Qing rubs his eyes and sits up, “What just happened?”
Ming Jing hands her a glass of water, “Do you remember you came to find someone?”
Zheng Qing gulped down the water and wiped her mouth, “That brat better pray I don’t find him, or else I’ll break his leg.”
Ran Gong approached with a glass of wine, chuckling as he asked: “Mr. Zheng Qing?” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zheng Qing shot him a glance, said irritably: “What do you want?”
Ran Gong gritted his teeth, the kid was being cocky.
“I’m Ran by surname. I believe that encounters are fated. I enjoy making friends, and seeing that Mr. Zheng Qing is a straightforward man, I’ve decided to make your acquaintance.”
Zheng Qing glanced at Ming Jing as she raised her eyebrow, “Oh, so you’re from the Ran family. How are you related to Ran Tengxiao?”
This person actually dared to address Master Xiao by his name!
Ran Gong laughed, “In a way, Master Xiao is my cousin.”
“Oh, so that would make you the nephew of Ms. Ran?”
Mrs. Ran? Was he referring to Ming Jing?
“Does Mr. Zheng Qing know my aunt?”
How did Ming Jing always know such odd people?
“More than just acquainted…” the grinding of his teeth suggested they had some deep grievance.
Ran Gong laughed, “My aunt is young and naive, has she offended Mr. Zheng Qing somehow? Please forgive her if she did.”
“You’re quite a devoted nephew.”