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Zhou Shuang knew that Xuxu really meant what she said. Hence, she gripped her arm tightly. “Alright! Let’s eat steamboat.”
She pulled her towards the shopping mall ahead of them.
After dinner, Xuxu took out her phone. It rather puzzled her when Yan Rusheng didn’t call her at all.
However, there was a text on the screen from Yan Rusheng.
‘Tonight I’m eating dinner with Ming Ansheng and the rest. Prepare the remote control and wait for me.’
Xuxu read the text and erupted into laughter. “This silly fool.”
She replied,‘You drank quite a bit last night. Take note of how much you drink tonight.’
Yan Rusheng promptly replied after receiving Xuxu’s text.‘They are forcing me to drink. Maybe you should come over and be my shield.’
Xuxu replied with the word ‘Scram’and stowed her cell phone back into her pocket once more. She turned around to look for Zhou Shuang.
Zhou Shuang was walking towards her from the counter.
She linked arms with Xuxu and said, “Come on, let’s go sing some songs. And I haven’t been drunk in so long.”
Xuxu glanced at her watch; it was already past 8 p.m. She didn’t really feel like going to other entertainment places. “It’s getting late, I think I’ll skip.”
“You’re so eager to plunge back into your husband’s bed?” Zhou Shuang teased her. “You’ve forgotten all about your friend when you got married.” She sighed. “We haven’t met in almost half a year, and you want to go home right after dinner.”
Xuxu was speechless.
Was she going home just for that? All hooligans’ brains are structured the same way indeed. Other than eating, sleeping, and work, that was all they could think of.
But Zhou Shuang had exaggerated when she said that they hadn’t seen in half a year, although there was a certain degree of truth when she said that they haven’t seen each other for quite some time.
Her parents were both abroad, and she doesn’t have many friends and relatives in the Capital City. Xuxu was her only confidante but because of work, she couldn’t meet her often.
She mulled over it and nodded slowly. “Alright then. But not too late since I have to work tomorrow.”
Zhou Shuang promised her. “Okay.”
Both of them found a nearby bar and went in. Usually, they would find seats in the main hall but since Zhou Shuang wanted to sing tonight, they chose a private room.
And they ordered a dozen beers.
Xuxu couldn’t drink at all and she felt intoxicated when she saw the beers.
In the private room, Zhou Shuang held a microphone and a can in her other hand. She sang to her heart’s content.
‘I want your love even if I’m dead’
Xuxu covered her ears as she felt her eardrums were bursting.
Zhou Shuang finally finished a song and slumped back on the couch. She gulped down an entire can of beer.
Seeing how forthright she was, Xuxu’s body felt numb.
“Your song.” Zhou Shuang pointed at the screen.
Xuxu glanced at the screen and she had chosen the song ‘I Only Care About You’ by Deng Lijun. The genre of her song and Zhou Shuang’s were as different as day and night.
She stood up and walked to the corner with a microphone stand. She sat on a high chair and sang. Her melodious voice echoed in the private room.
While she was fully immersed in the song she was singing, a waiter came in. Zhou Shuang sneakily whispered something to the waiter.
Soon after, three young and good-looking guys wearing bar uniforms came in and spoke to Zhou Shuang. Xuxu couldn’t hear their conversation. She only saw Zhou Shuang nodding and then the three guys sat down.
Two of the guys drank and the other guy began choosing songs from the songbook.
What’s this situation?