403: Chapter 392: Song Yun Went to the Bathroom 403: Chapter 392: Song Yun Went to the Bathroom “Get a drink, please.” Song Yun said to the bartender, who knew Song Yun’s identity.
He was about to call him Brother Song but noticed Song Yun subtly shaking his head.
Oh, it seems Brother Song doesn’t want this woman to know his identity.
You’ve got to admit, Brother Song keeps a low profile.
“Thank you for saving me earlier.
My name is Ziyuan.
What’s yours?” The woman introduced herself with ease.
“Song Yun,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Even if I hadn’t stepped in just now, the security guards would have separated you all anyway, given that this is a nightclub with its own rules.”
“Oh, what do you do for work?
I noticed that the security guard treated you with a lot of respect just now.” Ziyuan asked curiously, batting her large eyes.
“Me?
I’m an unemployed drifter, going wherever I want to go,” Song Yun joked.
“How about you?
What do you do?”
“I’m just a sad office worker, eating worse than a dog and working harder than an ox,” Ziyuan sighed.
“Sometimes I really want to quit my job and go travelling.”
“The world is so big; I want to see it.”
Hearing this, Song Yun sipped his drink and chuckled, “The wallet is so small, nobody can really go anywhere.”
“Ha ha, yeah, full of grand dreams but, alas, the wallet is too small,” Ziyuan giggled.
“Actually, this is my first time at a nightclub.
I’ve always heard how fun it is, but it’s really just the same here.”
“After all, it’s lively with many people around.
It’s better than staying home alone watching boring soap operas,” Song Yun said.
“True, but the nightclub environment is still too noisy nowadays, even though the style is improving, the ambiance is a huge drawback,” Ziyuan sighed.
“Oh?
So, how should modern nightclubs be operated according to you?” Song Yun asked interestedly.
“If you ask me, nightclubs could be a bit more bourgeois, preferably quieter.”
“What you’re talking about isn’t a nightclub; it’s a café,” Song Yun burst into laughter.
“See those crowds on the dance floor?
Each of them has their own story.
Maybe someone got scolded by their boss during the day, or had a fight at home.
People come to nightclubs when they’ve got pent-up anger and nowhere else to release it.”
“Our nightclub provides them with a platform to vent their emotions, serving everyone’s needs.”
“You talk like you own this nightclub,” Ziyuan said, staring at Song Yun.
“Ha ha, I don’t have the capital to own a nightclub,” Song Yun waved his hand and said, “Alright, I’ve finished the drink you bought me.
I should be going now.”
“Won’t you stay and chat a bit longer?” Ziyuan asked, trying to hold him back.
“No, I’ve got friends waiting for me upstairs,” Song Yun said, leaving only his back for Ziyuan to gaze at.
Ziyuan shrugged helplessly and said, “Put the drink just now on table eight’s tab.”
The bartender smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself that it’s a joke to charge Brother Song for drinks, “The two drinks just now were on the house; no need to pay.”
Ziyuan didn’t take much notice of this and went back to her friends.
Just as she sat down, her friends started teasing her, “Ziyuan, where did that handsome guy go?”
“He left,” Ziyuan said simply.
“Left?
Impossible, where did he go?” a woman asked curiously.
“Upstairs.”
“What?
That handsome guy went upstairs?” the woman exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?
Is there something wrong with going upstairs?” Ziyuan asked, holding a bag of snacks.
“Yes, the upstairs is for VIP booths, and you can’t go there without the club’s VIP card.
Besides, it’s expensive to consume upstairs; the minimum charge is eight thousand, and the people who go there often spend tens of thousands in a night.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Are you silly?
That guy was obviously a ‘tall, rich, and handsome.’ Why didn’t you seize the chance?” the woman lamented, tapping on Ziyuan’s head as if she wished she could transform into Ziyuan and snag a wealthy husband herself.
Song Yun had just returned to the private booth upstairs, pulled over by Li Tang and others to drink.
This singles party continued till after ten at night, everyone was getting tipsy except for Song Yun and Huamanlou, who were still sober.
Song Yun looked at Huamanlou and smiled, “It seems that medicine really works.”
“Naturally, if it didn’t work, would I eat it?” Huamanlou said proudly.
Just as everyone decided whether to change locations or wrap up, Mao Shan’s phone rang.
As he took it out, he visibly started, and said, “Quiet down, guys, it’s my fiancée calling.”
Everyone quieted down immediately, and Mao Shan carefully asked on the phone, “What’s up?”
“Nothing, just wondering when you plan to stop playing,” a female voice said over the phone.
“The party on my side is over.”
“Oh, our party here is almost done too,” Mao Shan said, gesturing wildly for everyone to keep silent.
“Alright, since it’s over, come find me.
Also, there’s a drunk person here claiming she needs to find someone named Song Yun at your place,” the voice continued.
“Let Song Yun come and pick me up,” Qingluan’s cutesy voice came through the phone.
Mao Shan looked at Song Yun, who just waved his hand dismissively.
So, putting on a brave face, he said, “Sister-in-law, this is Mao Shan.
Brother Yun just went to the restroom, I’ll have him call you back when he returns, ok?”
That old restroom excuse, which had been used countless times, was hard for even a drunken Qingluan to believe.
Holding the phone, she shouted, “I don’t believe it, just get Song Yun on the phone, or else, or else I’ll sleep on the streets tonight!”
Mao Shan felt trapped just then, when the voice on the phone changed, “Hello Mao Shan, this is Li Shishi.
Put Song Yun on the phone.”
Since the main party had arrived, Mao Shan couldn’t really resist anymore.
He simply tossed the phone in front of Song Yun, signaling him to handle it however he wanted, as it didn’t much concern him anymore.
Reluctantly, Song Yun picked up the phone and said, “What’s up?
I just came back from the restroom.”
“Oh, Qingluan is quite drunk and making a scene here.
She said if you don’t come to take her home, she plans to sleep on the streets tonight,” Li Shishi said calmly.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming right away.
Really, that girl is acting like a total brat despite her age,” Song Yun sighed.
“I assume you know which hotel we’re at.
Qingluan gave you ten minutes, or else she won’t go home tonight,” Li Shishi said with a light laugh.
“That girl…” Song Yun said helplessly.
“Wait there, Mao Shan and I are coming.”
After hanging up the phone, Song Yun said irritably, “Your wife checks up on you, why do I have to go too?”