My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 131

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When had Zhou Ding ever been humiliated like this? What's more, in his mind, Jiang Yiqing was his son. He might not acknowledge the other person, but the other person absolutely could not disrespect him. This made him feel that his dignity as someone in power had been trampled on!

He completely lost his composure, and immediately called back. The phone was clearly turned off, and Zhou Ding's face darkened. Jiang Yiqing actually dared to block him!

Zhou Ding switched to a different number and called again, but once more, he was blocked.

He was so enraged he could barely control himself, smashing everything he could get his hands on. Then, a sharp pain struck his chest, his vision blurred, and he passed out.

Jiang Yiqing was casually playing with his phone, curling his lips. Really, his ability to handle stress was too weak.

He had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

He had to admit, Zhou Ding was kind of affecting his mood. Tch, really annoying.

He thought of his mother, that foolish woman obsessed with love.

Wen Xiuyan's phone buzzed, and he saw Jiang Yiqing's message: "Got time? Come out for a drink."

Wen Xiuyan furrowed his brow, pulling at his tie with one hand and replying: "Where? Send me the address."

When he arrived at the bar where Jiang Yiqing was, the other had already had a drink. His cheeks were slightly flushed, clearly different from his usual self. When he saw Wen Xiuyan, he propped his chin up, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "You came pretty fast."

Wen Xiuyan calmed his slightly erratic heartbeat, exhaled a breath, and sat down beside Jiang Yiqing. Without asking why the other was drinking, he took the drink that had just been placed in front of Jiang Yiqing and took a sip, "Tastes good."

"Hey, that's my drink," Jiang Yiqing said, giving him an annoyed look.

"Yiqing asked me to come, yet didn't offer me a drink?" Wen Xiuyan said without a hint of guilt, looking at Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing felt a little guilty under his gaze and said helplessly, "Fine, fine, I'll order again."

The bartender was still preparing the drink, so Jiang Yiqing propped up his chin, sulking as he watched Wen Xiuyan drink.

Under the light, Wen Xiuyan's hands looked like works of art. Jiang Yiqing pressed his lips together and asked, "Is it good?"

"Yeah, it's good. Yiqing has good taste," Wen Xiuyan replied.

Jiang Yiqing felt more sulky. Like a child, he rested his arm on the bar, his cheek on his arm, staring at Wen Xiuyan as he drank.

Wen Xiuyan drank leisurely, and the play of light and shadows on his face made his features look even more chiseled.

Jiang Yiqing felt like he might be a little tipsy, or else he wouldn't have impulsively poked Wen Xiuyan's nose. Wen Xiuyan froze and looked at him, slightly surprised.

Jiang Yiqing cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, "Your nose is pretty nice."

Wen Xiuyan hesitated and said, "...Thanks?"

Jiang Yiqing couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. He yawned and then realized he was feeling a bit tired.

It was then that he realized how late it had gotten. It was already so late, and yet he had suddenly called Wen Xiuyan over, and the other hadn't said a word but just came right over.

Jiang Yiqing couldn't quite put into words what he was feeling. He stood up, feeling refreshed, and said, "Let's go home."

Wen Xiuyan raised an eyebrow, "I thought Yiqing wanted to drink? Not drinking anymore?"

Jiang Yiqing looked serious, "Drinking is bad for your health. Let's go."

After saying that, Jiang Yiqing took the drink from Wen Xiuyan's hand and set it down. Don't think he hadn't noticed—this guy was deliberately drinking for him.

This Wen Xiuyan... really...

Wen Xiuyan lowered his eyes and smiled, then quickly caught up to Jiang Yiqing, walking alongside him. "In a hurry to go back?"

Jiang Yiqing turned his head to look at him. Wen Xiuyan said, "If you're not in a hurry, why don't we walk back slowly?"

Jiang Yiqing was speechless, "Hey, my place is several kilometers away from here."

Wen Xiuyan asked, "So, shall we walk?"

Jiang Yiqing sighed, "...Let's go."

The temperature difference between day and night was quite large, and the cool breeze made the air feel refreshing. The beautiful neon lights made the city's night feel especially romantic.

As they were walking, Jiang Yiqing suddenly paused. He turned to look at Wen Xiuyan, and saw that the latter was also looking at him. He lowered his voice, "Someone's following us."

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect Wen Xiuyan to be this alert.

Wen Xiuyan was about to tell Jiang Yiqing to go ahead, but there were quite a few people behind them. They were clearly following on purpose. It seemed like they had prepared for this, so for safety's sake, he needed to call someone over.

But before he could say anything, he felt warmth on his wrist as Jiang Yiqing grabbed him, "Come with me."

Wen Xiuyan looked at the hand on his wrist, his mind momentarily blank. He quickly snapped out of it, realizing that Jiang Yiqing clearly had a plan. He asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Jiang Yiqing curled his lips. "It's better to be lucky than early, right? If someone's delivered right to us, we'll have to play with them properly."

In that moment, Wen Xiuyan suddenly felt a bit sorry for the people tailing them.

Clearly, they had walked right into a trap.

In the dim alleyway, a group of people followed behind Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan, not too close but not too far either.

All of them had something in their hands—some were holding knives, some had iron rods. Their eyes were cold and vicious—definitely not your average street thugs.

And they really weren't. Every one of them had blood on their hands to some extent. Some were even wanted by the police. They had been living like fugitives, constantly hiding and running, until recently, when a former partner in crime suddenly contacted them with a job: take someone out.

In return, they were promised help leaving the country once the job was done. After that, the police back home would have a hard time tracking them down.

That offer got their attention fast. Damn it, who wanted to keep living like this—eating badly, barely sleeping, mentally and physically wrecked?

If it weren't for the fact that getting caught meant either life in prison or the death penalty, some of them would've already turned themselves in.

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