CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 362: LI XIN WREAKS HAVOC AT THE BAR (PART 2)

"If we’re going to drink, how can we do it without women?" The man laughed, "Come, come, let the guys pick, one each. Tonight is on me, don’t be shy."

Rong Cheng wanted to refuse.

But his friends were too courteous, and lately, the girl he kept outside had gone on a business trip. Li Xin was pregnant and had so much going on every day. He didn’t want to touch her anymore.

Rong Cheng’s hormones were indeed quite high recently.

Swayed by persuasion, he finally chose a pure-looking one to sit beside him.

Rong Cheng was still a gentleman. When the girl handed him a drink, he would drink it, but he didn’t take things further.

In contrast, the others directly went hands-on, teasing and joking, making it lively.

Some even dragged the girls out after a few drinks.

Claiming to buy something to eat, but as adults, everyone knew what that really meant.

Rong Cheng watched, feeling a bit dry in the throat.

The alcohol was affecting him, his face flushed. As he was about to lift his hand to grab a drink, a gentle voice sounded beside him, "Sir, have some tea."

"You look like you’ve drunk quite a lot; drinking so much isn’t good for your health."

Rong Cheng turned his head and saw the girl beside him looking at him obediently, holding tea in her hand, speaking with concern.

She was really pretty and very pure-looking.

A bit like how Li Xin looked before she was pregnant.

After getting pregnant, Li Xin became chubby. Her figure wasn’t as good as before, her face lost its sharpness and became round.

Rong Cheng said, "Thank you."

In the end, he put down the wine glass in his hand.

He took the tea from the girl. She was well-behaved, unlike those cunning women in drinking spots, who deliberately grazed his fingers or collars to flirt.

Rong Cheng tasted the tea, it had a sweet and refreshing flavor, like fruit tea.

His stomach felt instantly soothed, and he casually asked her, "How old are you?"

"Twenty."

Rong Cheng frowned, "So young? How did you end up working in a place like this?"

"It’s not really work, I’m just part-time. No choice, I have to earn tuition fees, and the pay is higher here."

"Doing part-time outside, I can at most earn three to four thousand a month. Here, I can earn over ten thousand, which covers my tuition and living expenses."

Rong Cheng was somewhat surprised at her frankness. He gave her a closer look, "But places like this are not good places. When you’ve seen too much, your thoughts can change."

The girl didn’t mind and smiled, "Maybe."

"Ever gone out with anyone?" Rong Cheng put down the teacup, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.

Smoke curled around his face.

Rong Cheng was somewhat plump, with a round face and a few double chins.

But with his neat clothes, the luxury watch on his wrist, and the way he spoke.

All gave an impression of wealth.

And not the kind that’s sudden, but one with substance.

When asked, the girl seemed a bit embarrassed and her face warmed, "No."

She said quietly, "Sir, I’m only here to accompany and drink, not for anything else."

Rong Cheng laughed, "Is that so."

He raised his hand and pointed to the side, "Look at your good sisters, they are not like that."

The girl turned her head but quickly blushed and turned back. She bit her lip, looking somewhat pitifully at Rong Cheng.

Her voice was soft and sweet, "I believe you’re different, sir."

"Oh?" Rong Cheng asked, "Why? All men are the same, why do you think I’m different?"

"Intuition." The girl took a deep breath, "Intuition tells me you’re a gentleman, sir."

A gentleman?

Hearing this, Rong Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.

His mood, suppressed for several days, was alleviated at this moment. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and laughed, "You, young lady, are quite amusing."

He smoked, watching her hands folded on her lap, well-behaved.

Rong Cheng squinted and threw the cigarette into the ashtray, then said to her, "Give me your hand."

The girl exclaimed slightly.

Rong Cheng, "Give me your hand."

In the end, the girl stretched out her hand.

Her hand was beautiful, fair and tender, full of youthful collagen.

Rong Cheng looked at it, then slowly took off the jade ring on his thumb and placed it directly on her index finger.

His ring was large, out of place on her hand.

But its color was still beautiful.

Emperor green, matched with snowy white skin.

Perfect combination.

"I bought this ring eight years ago, its current market value is two million. It’s yours now." Rong Cheng said.

The girl’s eyes widened instantly and she was shocked.

"So expensive."

"No way, I can’t accept it."

The girl was frightened and was about to take it off, but Rong Cheng held her hand, looked at her deeply and said, "Don’t take it off, I said it’s yours so it is, it’s just a ring, don’t think too much about it."

"But this ring is too valuable." The girl was uneasy and anxious, "Sir, I really can’t accept it."