82: Chapter 082: [My Ten-Year Story] 82: Chapter 082: [My Ten-Year Story] Liu Fangfei, with that intoxicating fragrance around her, gazed at Ye Chenfeng before her, nodded slightly, and with clear, water-like eyes and seductive red lips slightly parted, she chided, “Little Ye, have you forgotten about me?

Weren’t you supposed to treat me to a drink?”

Li Yang was very observant and immediately smiled and asked, “What would the lady like to order?”

“I’ll have whatever he’s having!” Liu Fangfei glared at Ye Chenfeng with a look full of silent reproach.

“Hold on!” Ye Chenfeng stopped her, “Just get her a glass of hellokitty cocktail!”

Liu Fangfei pouted her delicate, translucent lips, “Mind your own business!”

“Little Ye, it seems you have stories hidden in you, huh?

‘Decade Bar’ is a great name.

A decade can change a lot.

Can you share your story of these ten years with me?” Liu Fangfei looked at Ye Chenfeng with expectation.

Ye Chenfeng laughed, “You really want to know my story of the past decade?”

“Yes!” Liu Fangfei nodded emphatically like a young girl, full of curiosity towards the enigmatic Ye Chenfeng.

A sly glint flashed in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, and with a smile curving up his lips, he said, “In these ten years, I’ve watched 1662 episodes of ‘Crayon Shin-chan,’ 2577 episodes of ‘Doraemon,’ over 500 episodes of ‘Ultraman,’ more than 200 episodes of ‘Armor Hero,’ over 2000 episodes of ‘Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf,’ around 1000 episodes of ‘Boonie Bears,’ and let’s not forget ‘SpongeBob SquarePants’ and ‘Teletubbies.’ That’s my decade for you!”

“Ugh…” Realizing she’d been teased, Liu Fangfei glared fiercely at Ye Chenfeng, “Little Ye, you’re messing with me!”

“But it was you who asked me to tell the story of my past ten years!” Ye Chenfeng chuckled.

Li Yang: “…”

Why can others flirt so effortlessly?

Just like that, they have the knack for it, and that’s their skill.

Li Yang thought to himself.

Bartender Li Yang’s skills flowed like water, his face lost in his art, the wildly frothing liquid within the crystal-clear decanter, the flame-like dance of colors, all of it enough to intoxicate onlookers.

When the deep, coffee-scented amber liquid poured flawlessly into a wide-mouthed, lowball vintage glass filled with ice cubes, the entire bar was filled with a wafting aromatic alcoholic haze.

“What a unique smell, but it’s too fragrant!” Liu Fangfei couldn’t help but exclaim with admiration.

Amidst the envious looks of others, Ye Chenfeng received the glass, first sniffing it near his nose, squinting as he appreciated the slowly settling liquid, then gently took a sip, clicked his tongue twice, and said, “Not bad!”

The others in the bar changed their expressions instantly—drinks prepared by the illustrious Wine Immortal Li Yang were being casually labeled as merely ‘not bad!’ If Li Yang’s fans heard about this, they would pummel this man!

Yet, Li Yang’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, seemingly taking great pleasure in Ye Chenfeng’s “not bad.”

Gasp!

All of this was simply astounding to the onlookers.

Could this man have some kind of special status?

The crowd wondered.

“Gulp!”

Ye Chenfeng tilted his head back and poured the costly “Black Russian” down his throat, letting the fierce, deep amber liquid slide over his tongue and mouth.

In his chest, it turned into a wildfire, seeking out that mysterious thrill.

“Satisfying!” Ye Chenfeng half-squinted his eyes, seemingly touching a piece of heaven at that moment.

Li Yang’s eyes sparkled, finally finding someone who understood the art of drinking—this was how a Black Russian should be downed!

Eyeing the remaining bit of “Black Russian,” Liu Fangfei’s curiosity got the better of her, and without restraint, she took the glass and sipped lightly.

Instantly, Liu Fangfei’s face transformed, her brows furrowed tightly, and she seemed to be wincing.

That strong, spicy taste was one Liu Fangfei felt she would never forget in her lifetime.

“Little Ye, I didn’t see that you had a good capacity for alcohol!” Liu Fangfei said, her eyes shining as she sized up Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng just chuckled, “I’m not good at much, only that I never fall after a thousand cups!”

“Liu Fangfei, you, keeping a pretty boy behind my back, you’re truly shameless!”

But the next second, a loud voice of reprimand rang out, and five people entered the bar.

The one in the lead was well-dressed, but had a fierce and formidable face, his flesh robust—if he made a scary face, he could undoubtedly make children cry.

Liu Fangfei’s face suddenly turned awkward, and a touch of pain even flashed across her brows.

This made Ye Chenfeng very puzzled.

“Luo Yang, did you have someone tail me?” Liu Fangfei lifted her head and furiously glared at Luo Yang as she shouted.

Luo Yang approached the two, scoffing, “Humph, if I didn’t keep an eye on you, you might have taken off with this guy by now, right?”

Luo Yang actually hit the nail on the head—Liu Fangfei was indeed planning to leave with Ye Chenfeng.

Liu Fangfei’s eyes blazed with anger, “I want to date, what can you do about it?

Do you have any say in it?”

“Just like I thought, a flirtatious woman.

I bet this punk doesn’t know you’re married to me?” the burly man glanced at Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng visibly stiffened—so Liu Fangfei was indeed married, and to this guy, no less.

“See, weren’t you deceiving this man?” Luo Yang’s smile deepened.

Liu Fangfei confronted Luo Yang, “What if I do like men who are married?

What can you do about it?”

“Come with me, you’re making me lose face.

Today I have to teach you a lesson!”

Without another word, Luo Yang grabbed Liu Fangfei’s hand, intending to drag her away.

“Get lost, all of you get lost!”

Liu Fangfei was in a terrible mood, slapped away in resistance, but in doing so caused her glass to topple, spilling the golden liquid onto Ye Chenfeng’s white shirt, staining it with a large yellow blotch.

“You little punk, dare to resist?

I’ll show you a lesson today no matter what!” Luo Yang was furious.

He was angry, but there was someone even more so.

Ye Chenfeng rubbed his throbbing head, lazily stood up, twisted his neck, and with a blank expression, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Yang.