Chapter 79

79. Showdown of Experts

“She…”

The voice abruptly stopped.

Zhou Bin fell silent for a moment, his face turning red, “Get out! My bar doesn’t welcome you!”

“…I’m sorry.” Su Zeheng politely stood up, “I was indeed wrong. But I still have one last thing to say.”

He put down the file and turned around, gripping the doorknob as he stood like a pine tree.

“You don’t have much time left with your ex-wife; she’s suffering more than you think… Can’t you see that the ease and comfort she shows in front of you is just an act?”

Under Zhou Bin’s stunned gaze, Su Zeheng walked out of the office and slammed the door shut.

At the moment the door closed, Zhou Bin sank into his seat like a deflated balloon, then immediately slammed his fist on the table.

“Rubbish! It must be that Xu Fang bitch trying to trick me!”

He grabbed the file and threw it, scattering papers everywhere.

Crash…

A piece of paper landed right in front of him.

Zhou Bin hesitated and looked at it.

After a while, he finally picked it up but didn’t know what he was thinking.

…

“Hmm?”

Just now, he deliberately waited for Wen Han to come out before slipping in unnoticed.

Now she’s out, why can’t he see her?

Su Zeheng glanced around and suddenly saw a cocktail placed in front of him.

He instantly turned his head: “?”

“Uncle, when did you get here?” Wen Han smiled, “Let me treat you.”

“…Thank you.”

Su Zeheng took the glass, surprised, and sat next to Wen Han at the counter.

“Did you enjoy talking with my boss?” She suddenly asked, taking the warm water from Old Di.

Su Zeheng calmly looked at her, “It was okay, but I got kicked out.”

“Pfft! Uncle, you really are humorous.” Wen Han shook her head, “Do you remember our bet? I think you’re going to lose.”

“People always encounter unexpected things.” Su Zeheng took a sip of the cocktail, wrinkling his brow, “So don’t make hasty decisions or promises lightly.”

“Let’s wait and see~” Wen Han’s high heels lightly brushed against his pants.

Su Zeheng stiffened instantly, “In public, you…”

“I’m going to sing.” Wen Han stood up.

“Oh?”

Su Zeheng leaned against the counter, turning to see Wen Han walk onto the stage.

Amidst the adoring fans, she adjusted the microphone and flashed a confident smile.

“The next song is my original, I hope you all like it.”

The drunk guests burst into applause.

Su Zeheng glanced around and also clapped with a smile.

In the midst of the applause, Wen Han slowly sat down and softly spoke into the microphone.

“People come and go in the alley, no trace of her remains~”

“Contact information, men hitting on her, she’s gotten used to it~”

“She still often thinks of it, remembering the fragrance of food drifting from afar in childhood~”

“The taste of home, now reflected in the desolation of steel and concrete~”

“Oh~ who said someone would love and wait?~”

“Oh~ actually, she no longer expects anything, perhaps accustomed to the mundane or lost~”

“Oh~ she once moved for someone in her youth~”

“Oh~ but flowers bloom and fall, when will they bloom again after withering?~”

Rolling up his sleeve, his left arm draped over the counter, right hand holding a glass.

Su Zeheng silently watched Wen Han close her eyes and sing on stage, moved and blinked his eyes.

This… is her heart?

He gazed thoughtfully, his pupils unfocused.

On stage, Wen Han opened her eyes and glanced at him, her lips curling into a faint smile.

This… is what I hope you see in me.

…

Ding!

Back at home, Wen Han was standing in front of the mirror cleaning her makeup.

She held the towel wrapped around her head, opened her phone, and saw a message from Zhou Bin.

[Would you mind having a drink with me?]

“Hmm?”

Noticing the emotion in his words, Wen Han rolled her eyes.

[Are you not feeling well?]

See, I am your “close friend,” very concerned about you.

[I didn’t expect you to understand me so well.] Zhou Bin [Shall I pick you up?]

[But Xiao Yuan just fell asleep, I’m not very convenient]

To casually agree and go out? I am very conservative!

[Oh…]

[How about this] Wen Han grinned [Tomorrow after work, shall we go out?]

First give a slap, making him feel disappointed.

Then give a sweet, giving him hope.

Subtly, what might have been a small or even mundane happiness could explode into immense joy, creating a sense of contrast.

Especially in this way, the initiative shifts back to Wen Han.

[Sure] Zhou Bin immediately agreed [Let’s go eat, you take a night off tomorrow]

[Huh? Is that okay?]

[Have you forgotten? This bar will also be yours someday!]

Here we go, the oily middle-aged man being domineering.

Wen Han disdainfully shook her head: [Got it~] She sent a cute tongue-out emoji.

After sending it, she tossed the phone aside and immediately saw the vibrator in the drawer.

“I forgot to put it away.”

Moving was exhausting, so she just stuffed everything into the cabinet.

Seeing this familiar old friend, Wen Han grabbed it instantly, deep in thought.

“Su Zeheng definitely saw it that day, what would he think?”

Smiling enticingly, Wen Han quietly hid the vibrator in the deepest part.

…

“Mom, the new house is so beautiful…”

Even though she was sleeping, Xiao Yuan muttered.

Wen Han shook her head and smiled, suddenly remembering something.

[How’s your hand?] She clicked send.

…

Elsewhere, at home.

Ding!

Zhao Mengsheng picked up his phone slowly, eyes widening instantly when he saw it was from Wen Han.

“She’s messaging me? And showing concern?”

I knew it… she must still have feelings for me!

Can’t hold back anymore?

He smiled slightly and replied immediately.

…

[Much better]

[Be careful next time you play ball] Wen Han typed while patting her daughter, [Next time pay attention]

[I’ll take your concern] Zhao Mengsheng sent a smiling emoji, [No more ball playing. By the way, I got hurt because of playing with you, shouldn’t you compensate me?]

“Hmph, starting to flirt and pout?”

Wen Han coldly smiled but also teased back: [Pfft! You deserved it!]

[Wah wah wah, so sad!] On the other end, Zhao Mengsheng’s lips kept rising, [I don’t care, you have to compensate me!]

[Alright…] Wen Han sent a helpless emoji, [What do you want then?]

[Treat me to dinner!]

“Old tricks.”

Wen Han disdainfully shook her head.

Flirting, pouting, making demands, trying to submit, then gradually probing until breaking through the blurred window.

She smiled without speaking: [Okay~ How about treating you to dinner another time?]

[Another time?] Zhao Mengsheng, such an experienced player, wouldn’t be fooled, [Isn’t it unreasonable to ask for a specific time?]

But Wen Han intentionally wanted him to show off his skills: [Oh… when do you want it?]

[Tomorrow]