Actually, Bing Tianyi knew very well that tonight was a great opportunity to flirt, but he also understood that if he really got involved with Chen Qian under these circumstances, his path as a fortune teller would definitely be jeopardized.
Now, seeing Chen Qian turn and walk away, Wu Zhaojun approached Bing Tianyi with a wry smile and whispered in his ear, "Big Brother, aren't you going to chase after her?"
Hearing Wu Zhaojun's words, Bing Tianyi took a deep breath and thought bitterly to himself, "If I have to die, then so be it; it's not like it's a big deal."
Turning around, Bing Tianyi hurriedly jogged over to Chen Qian. Once he reached her side, he said softly, "I'm sorry, I've never comforted a girl before, so..."
Chen Qian suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Bing Tianyi with a smile. "Do you think I need your comfort right now?"
"But just now..." Bing Tianyi started to say but didn't know how to continue.
"Alright, I can figure this out myself. Besides, I do have a boyfriend now, don't I?" Chen Qian smiled and linked her arm with Bing Tianyi's again.
Bing Tianyi was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Sister Qian, you can't be serious, can you?"
Chen Qian laughed dismissively. "Do you think I'm joking?"
Bing Tianyi stood there in shock; he never expected this girl would make such a reckless decision. Of course, to be honest, having someone like Chen Qian—curvy and beautiful—wasn't bad at all. But this situation was just too sudden for him to accept.
"Chen Qian, I think I need to clarify something with you." Bing Tianyi slowly loosened his grip on her arm and spoke clearly.
Chen Qian looked at him without saying a word, standing there listening intently.
"This isn't something to take lightly. I advise you to think it through carefully and not make a decision in haste that you'll regret later," Bing Tianyi said earnestly.
"I've thought it through. To celebrate our official relationship tonight, let's go have some drinks," Chen Qian said with a radiant smile as she linked her arm with his again and headed toward the nearby bar.
Bing Tianyi felt helpless, but he also knew that Chen Qian was probably still angry. Perhaps after some time, she would think things through. Moreover, as a man, leaving now would feel a bit dishonorable.
With this in mind, Bing Tianyi accompanied Chen Qian to a small bar. Upon entering, Chen Qian immediately pulled out five hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it to the front desk, stating directly, "Two hundred for food, and three hundred for beer."
The waiter had never seen anyone play like this before. Looking at Chen Qian in confusion, Bing Tianyi quickly smiled and said, "The five hundred is a deposit; we'll order food later."
The waiter looked at Chen Qian in bewilderment but accepted the money.
Seeing this, Chen Qian didn't think twice and slapped the waiter across the face, then shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? You got a problem?"
At this moment, the waiter was also fed up and rushed out from behind the bar, angrily shouting at Chen Qian, "What do you think you're doing? Why are you hitting me?"
Seeing the situation escalate, Bing Tianyi hurriedly stepped forward to stand between them and acted as a mediator.
Just then, the bar owner came out from inside. Upon seeing Chen Qian, he quickly approached with a smile and said, "Isn't this Miss Chen from Mr. Chen's family? What happened? Did our waiter offend you?"
The bar owner owed Chen Qian's father two hundred thousand yuan from when he borrowed money to open the bar, something Chen Qian was well aware of.
Hearing the owner's words, Chen Qian frowned and said, "Alright, give her an extra two thousand for this month; put it on my tab. I'll pay you back another day."
The bar owner quickly replied, "No need for that; just consider it on my account." After saying this, he waved to the nearby waiter to signal her to attend to other matters.
This clearly illustrated the disparity between having money and not having money.
The waiter saw how respectful the owner was towards this young lady; she clearly wasn't his match. Moreover, since the owner was willing to compensate her with two thousand yuan for her troubles, she felt it unnecessary to escalate the situation further and turned to walk away.
Under the owner's guidance, Chen Qian and Bing Tianyi were led to a private room at the back. Once inside, the owner smiled and said, "Feel free to order whatever you need."
Chen Qian nodded, and when the shop owner stepped out, she said seriously, "Boss, I'm here to have fun tonight. If my father finds out..."
Before Chen Qian could finish her sentence, the shop owner quickly replied with a smile, "No way, absolutely not."
After witnessing this unexpected scene, Bing Tianyi realized that during his high school days, he had been like an elementary school student. To be honest, although he had heard many impressive stories circulating in school at that time, he always thought they were all fake. After all, in his mind, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old student couldn't possibly stir up any major waves.
But now, with such a scene unfolding before him, he understood that the saying was indeed very true—anything is possible.
Once the shop owner left, Bing Tianyi watched as Chen Qian began to drink.
First beer, then red wine, and finally more beer.
For a full three hours, Chen Qian opened up and spoke candidly with a boy her age.
And Bing Tianyi had never seen a girl like this—able to hold her liquor after consuming so much.
As Chen Qian started to ramble incoherently, Bing Tianyi glanced at the time; it was already past one in the morning. Normally, he would be studying at this hour, but now he found himself watching a drunken girl shouting and making a scene.
Feeling lost, he aimlessly counted the beer bottles on the table, counting from one to fifteen and back down to one.
He rarely drank alcohol and wondered what kind of stomach this girl had. Did she have a hidden compartment down there?
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, some wicked ideas began to form unconsciously.
Eventually, after drinking so much, Chen Qian fell asleep.
Looking at Chen Qian sprawled on the sofa with a smile on her lips, Bing Tianyi finally got up and walked to the bar. When it came time to settle the bill, the staff surprisingly handed five hundred yuan back to him.
Bing Tianyi felt a bit awkward, but the money was something the shop owner specifically instructed the staff to return, so he didn't want to make things difficult for them. He packed the money and returned to the private room.
Chen Qian was still asleep on the sofa, and soon it was 2:20 AM. The noise in the bar gradually faded away. A few minutes later, a staff member entered and apologetically said to Bing Tianyi in a low voice, "Sir, it's getting late, and we need to close for the night. May I ask if you..."
Hearing this, Bing Tianyi nodded and replied, "Okay, we'll leave now."
With that, he got up and went over to Chen Qian. With the staff's assistance, Bing Tianyi lifted Chen Qian onto his back, and they both walked out of the bar.
As it approached 3 AM, a few drunken men and women could be seen on the street, shouting loudly. Occasionally, a taxi would pass by, its bright lights somewhat blinding.
Bing Tianyi, carrying Chen Qian, was unsure where to go. Returning to school was clearly not an option, and going home was even less likely.
As Chen Qian swayed on his back, her stomach began to churn.
"I'm going to throw up..."
As soon as Chen Qian said this, before Bing Tianyi could set her down, she suddenly retched loudly. He immediately sensed a strong smell of beer mixed with barbecue coming from her.
Nauseated and overwhelmed, Bing Tianyi wished he could just drop this girl on the street right then.
He quickly set Chen Qian down. While she vomited by the roadside, he had no choice but to take off his outer jacket. It was deep autumn, and wearing only a tank top, he picked Chen Qian up again and aimlessly wandered the streets.
After throwing up, Chen Qian felt somewhat better. She groggily opened her eyes and watched as Bing Tianyi carried her from one end of the square to the other and back again. Eventually, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you stupid? At this hour instead of getting a room, are you planning to carry me around all night?"
"Stop joking around; we're only sixteen. Who would give us a room?"
"Go to Huaping Guesthouse, there... you don't need an ID."
Usually, Chen Qian would go to that place late at night after browsing the internet, so he was naturally familiar with it.
Upon hearing this, Bing Tianyi could only smile wryly and say, "You should have told me earlier."
Huaping Guesthouse, although nominally just a simple guesthouse, had relatively complete facilities inside. Each room was equipped with necessary amenities like a television and beds, along with a small bathroom. However, unlike large hotels, the bathroom was entirely made of glass, providing very little privacy.
If someone was showering inside, anyone in the room could clearly see their body; while it wasn't ultra-clear, it was definitely clear enough.
After checking into the room and entering, Bing Tianyi quickly placed Chen Qian on the big bed and then lay down himself, gasping for breath.
Hearing Bing Tianyi's heavy breathing, Chen Qian let out a cold laugh. Dazed, he got up and unsteadily walked toward the bathroom. Upon reaching the door, he said nothing and simply opened it to step inside, beginning to take off his outer clothing.
At first, Bing Tianyi didn't pay much attention to this; he hadn't eaten much all afternoon and felt a bit empty in his stomach. He got up and went to the guesthouse's front desk to order instant noodles and sausages. After preparing the noodles, he returned to the room.
Upon entering and locking the door behind him, the scene before him almost made Bing Tianyi drop the instant noodles on the floor.
He saw Chen Qian in the bathroom, completely naked. The fair skin and well-defined figure made Bing Tianyi's hands tremble uncontrollably.
However, he quickly placed the instant noodles on the table. Although he knew that spying was shameful, in this situation, not spying would be truly shameful!
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