Wang Kang truly never expected to see Yan Shouyi again in this lifetime.
In Rongcheng and Shanghang Art School, Wang Kang was considered someone with a certain status and well-informed.
Especially since Wang Kang fully understood Lin Zitong's family background.
Therefore, when Yan Shouyi resigned from his position as captain of the security team at Shanghang Art School, Wang Kang knew that Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong had gone off together.
Yan Shouyi was capable, and Lin Zitong was also a wealthy young lady. They were a perfect match, talented man and beautiful woman.
Logically, after Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong left Shanghang Art School, they would no longer have any dealings with minor characters like Wang Kang.
But fate is so interesting that they actually met again in the very bar where they first met.
Seeing that Wang Kang hadn't improved at all after so long, still indulging in drunken dreams in this bar, Yan Shouyi couldn't help but admonish him:
"Wang Kang, why haven't you changed at all?"
Wang Kang asked doubtfully, "What aspect are you referring to, Brother Yan?"
"Of course, it's your lifestyle!" Yan Shouyi said with a hint of disappointment, "Look at you, so young, with so many wonderful things waiting for you, yet you choose only to indulge in drunken dreams in this bar!"
Long Feicheng, standing nearby, gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will? Brother Yan, please permit me to take Wang Kang's place in indulging in drunken dreams!"
"Get aside!" Yan Shouyi glared at Long Feicheng impatiently.
Wang Kang quickly explained, "I hardly come to bars anymore. After all, as you know, Brother Yan, the half-year period hasn't passed yet, and I still can't use the Golden Cudgel..."
Young Wang Kang, during this time, finally understood what it meant to "know not the preciousness of youth, and shed tears in old age."
Yan Shouyi was not interested in Wang Kang's private life; he just offered a few casual words of advice and then got straight to the point:
"You were possessed just now, did you know that?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Kang's face paled with shock: "What happened to me?"
At the same time, he felt a sense of relief, grateful it was possession and not losing his virginity.
Yan Shouyi pointed to the young delinquent girl whom Wang Kang had almost choked to death.
The young delinquent girl was still in shock and did not dare to make eye contact with Wang Kang.
Wang Kang looked at the young delinquent girl's red neck, then at his own hands, and said fearfully to Yan Shouyi, "Brother Yan, someone is messing with me!"
"Isn't that obvious!" Yan Shouyi sighed. "Think about whether you've provoked any enemies recently."
Wang Kang said weakly, "Brother Yan, you know me, I have many friends, and even more enemies..."
"You're something else, kid!" Long Feicheng said sarcastically, giving Wang Kang a thumbs-up.
However, Long Feicheng wasn't looking down on Wang Kang. It was thanks to Wang Kang's wealth; if it were Long Feicheng, he would have even more enemies.
It seemed that no clues could be found from Wang Kang.
After all, this rich second-generation guy was very resourceful; it was likely that within this bar, five or six people who had grudges against Wang Kang could be found.
So Yan Shouyi shook his head, planning to start with the evil spirit that had been clinging to Wang Kang.
As long as he used the Soul Tracking Technique, he could easily find the person who wanted to mess with Wang Kang. Following the vine, he could also find the person selling Taoist talismans.
Wang Kang was curious about Yan Shouyi's appearance and kept asking him questions. Yan Shouyi naturally didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he instructed Long Feicheng:
"Answer whatever he asks. If you don't want to answer, beat him up."
"No problem!" Long Feicheng grinned, rubbing his fists.
Wang Kang immediately shut his mouth. Although he was curious about Yan Shouyi, he wasn't curious enough to satisfy his curiosity by getting beaten up.
Seeing that Wang Kang was safe, Yan Shouyi planned to find a corner to interrogate the evil spirit.
The flashing lights in the bar often made it hard to open one's eyes, and the music was deafening, so Wang Kang's situation did not attract much attention.
When Wang Kang saw Yan Shouyi and the others return to their booth, he dared not disturb them. Instead, he beckoned to a familiar waiter and pointed to Yan Shouyi's table.
"All their expenses tonight are on Young Master Wang!" Wang Kang said domineeringly.
Yan Shouyi was once Wang Kang's "nemesis," but he was also the person Wang Kang valued most and most wanted to fawn over. Moreover, his life was saved by Yan Shouyi today.
Because he didn't dare to disturb them, Wang Kang could only show his goodwill in this way, even though he knew Yan Shouyi was not short of money at all.
After the waiter left, Wang Kang was in a great mood and didn't even dwell on being possessed just now.
He sat on the sofa, pulled the young delinquent girl from earlier into his arms, and hummed, "Let the music play, let the dancing continue!"
The other rich young men couldn't help themselves and leaned in to ask Wang Kang, "Young Master Kang, who exactly is that Brother Yan? How can even you respect him so much?"
Wang Kang was already someone these rich young men needed to curry favor with, but the Brother Yan just now, not to mention, even Brother Long, Yan Shouyi's subordinate, could scold Wang Kang casually, and Wang Kang wasn't angry at all.
The identity of "Brother Yan" had completely surpassed the understanding of these rich young men.
Wang Kang snorted and said, "Do you know the Lin family in Licheng?"
"Yes, of course! The Lin family is now the richest in Jianzhou Province, who wouldn't know!"
"Lin Zitong, the young lady of the Lin family, was also at our Shanghang Art School before, and she was in the same year as me," Wang Kang said. "Lin Zitong is Brother Yan's wife."
The rich young men originally wanted to fantasize about Lin Zitong, but upon hearing that Yan Shouyi was Lin Zitong's husband, they immediately felt a chill of fear.
It was fortunate they hadn't spoken the joking thoughts in their minds, otherwise, they would have surely angered Young Master Kang, and their paths would have been narrowed!
They all showed expressions of understanding, believing that Yan Shouyi's status was extraordinary as Lin Zitong's husband.
But they didn't notice one thing: when Wang Kang introduced Yan Shouyi, he didn't say "Lin Zitong's husband," but rather, "Lin Zitong is Brother Yan's wife."
The difference in emphasis meant a difference in importance.
But even so, Yan Shouyi's status was enough for these rich young men to look up to.
They suddenly realized that their proud identity as rich second-generation offspring felt completely unappealing.
It was not as good as Yan Shouyi, this gigolo!
...
Yan Shouyi, of course, didn't know that he had been labeled a gigolo again.
After returning to his seat, he took out the yin wood that had sealed the evil spirit.
This evil spirit was very weak, so weak that a breath from the current Yan Shouyi could scatter its soul. Moreover, since Wang Kang had gone mad in the bar, it meant that the person who harmed Wang Kang should still be in the bar.
Finding this person was easy for Yan Shouyi.
"A Gong, I'll use the Soul Tracking Technique to find the person. You keep an eye on the bar and see if anyone is acting strangely," Yan Shouyi said.
A Gong nodded, his gaze sharp as he fixed on the young people dancing wildly in the disco.