CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 399: THE SEVERE COLD OUTSIDE

It seems to chase away the harsh cold outside.

"What’s going on?"

"Why so careless." Bai Chengxi’s tone carried a hint of reproach, "Have you applied medicine?"

"It’s fine, this little injury doesn’t need medicine. It will heal by tomorrow morning." Zhuo Yuqing smiled at him, "I think it’s quite cool."

Bai Chengxi was somewhat amused and entertained by her girlish mentality.

"Xi Yang was an artist with your company before, right?" Zhuo Yuqing felt bored looking at her phone and casually asked.

"Why did you bring him up?"

"I met him at the magazine company today, I remember he used to be with Xingdong Media."

Bai Chengxi seemed reluctant to talk about Xi Yang, but still satisfied her curiosity, "He was one of the first stars to rise at Xingdong. Later, he set up his own agency, and now owns over forty percent of Chengguang Entertainment."

Zhuo Yuqing didn’t expect Xi Yang to be so impressive. Chengguang Entertainment is also very aggressively expanding, continually poaching people to strengthen itself. I heard they are recently targeting several top stars from Xingdong Media.

Then he is really a sworn enemy of Xingdong Media.

Zhuo Yuqing tactfully didn’t bring up Xi Yang again. They had arrived at Xiangshan Club, and she noticed that Bai Chengxi particularly liked dining here, firstly because Xiangshan is run by his brother, and secondly, he seemed to have already gotten used to the taste here.

However, today wasn’t about going to his private room; he took her to the KTV on the top floor instead. Upon entering, there were already several people seated inside, each one outstanding and remarkable.

"Old Bai is here." Leng Shaoqing, who was selecting songs, called out and glanced to see the slightly timid Zhuo Yuqing standing behind him, "Oh my, look who Old Bai has brought with him."

At his words, everyone turned to look at the door, and all the drinking games came to a halt.

"Old Bai, come on and introduce her quickly."

Bai Chengxi had been holding Zhuo Yuqing’s hand all along. As the teasing from the crowd stopped, he pulled Zhuo Yuqing closer to his side, one arm around her shoulder, "Zhuo Yuqing."

After that, he added, "We are already married."

Last time at the vineyard wine-tasting event, everyone had already heard this "bizarre news." They didn’t expect that the perpetually single Bai Chengxi suddenly had another half, not a girlfriend, not a lover, but a genuine wife.

Zhuo Yuqing stood at the doorway under the dim lighting, with her hair tied in a ponytail,

"Hello, everyone." Her voice was also very sweet and ethereal.

"This is Nan Zhan." Bai Chengxi pointed to the man smoking on the innermost sofa, Nan Zhan stood up and said, "Hello, younger sister Yuqing."

"Zhuo Yanbei, same last name Zhuo, just like you."

Zhuo Yuqing looked towards the youngest man there,

"This is Leng Shaoqing, you’ve seen him before."

Zhuo Yuqing greeted everyone one by one.

Besides these men, there were also a few girls in the room,

Bai Chengxi held her hand and sat down on a sofa on the side, "What song would you like to sing? I’ll choose it for you."

"No need." Zhuo Yuqing felt a bit embarrassed, "I’ll just listen to you sing."

She really didn’t expect Bai Chengxi to bring her here to introduce her to his friends, which made her both surprised and touched. This must be his official acknowledgment of her status, right?

"Xiao Bei is a microphone hog, just listen to him sing." While they were talking, the song Zhuo Yanbei had selected started, and he picked up the microphone, his expression focused as he sang. Zhuo Yanbei’s voice was pleasant, and he sang with a special charm, almost like a pop star at first listen.

"Aren’t you singing?" Zhuo Yuqing quietly asked.

Bai Chengxi was drinking water and did not respond immediately upon hearing her words, but instead peeled a pistachio and handed it to her: "I don’t feel like singing today."

"I want to listen." Zhuo Yuqing’s clear, black and white eyes gazed at him, "I’ve never heard you sing before."

Facing such a gaze from her, Bai Chengxi felt somewhat overwhelmed, and was about to get up to select a song when someone tapped his shoulder. Then, Leng Shaoqing sat down beside him: "Old Bai, come on, let’s play a game."

Leng Shaoqing wasn’t alone; he had brought a girl along.

"Play what?" Bai Chengxi sat back down, slightly narrowing his long, narrow eyes.

"Just dice, dare to play?"

"Afraid you’re not up to it." Bai Chengxi’s gambling skills were top-notch among his peers, and there were seldom times he didn’t win.

Someone brought over two dice cups, and Bai Chengxi and Leng Shaoqing started playing the most basic game of comparing sizes. Zhuo Yuqing, who had only learned mahjong very recently, was all the more clueless about the rules of dice. However, after watching for a while, she roughly understood—it was simple, the higher score wins.

Leng Shaoqing lost several rounds and couldn’t hold his patience anymore, fussing around and said: "Forget it, winning money is not fun, dare to play something bigger?"

Bai Chengxi, with his good luck and high skills, wasn’t afraid to up the stakes, "You say."

Leng Shaoqing glanced at a plate of pistachios on the coffee table, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Let’s do this, whoever loses must feed a pistachio to his partner using his mouth."

He hugged the girl beside him and grinned at her: "Lady, how do you like my idea?"

The girl retorted playfully: "Leng Shaoqing, you are annoying, if we lose that way, how many pistachios will I have to eat."

Zhuo Yuqing, who was still pondering the mechanics behind it, belatedly lifted her head, her large eyes still flickering with a bit of confusion, "What?"

"Little sister Yuqing, don’t worry, Old Bai always wins, never loses." Leng Shaoqing reassured her, "Just watch."

Zhuo Yuqing looked at Bai Chengxi, who didn’t speak but just lowered his thin eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Let’s go." Bai Chengxi suddenly spoke up, grabbed a dice cup, and expertly shook it a few times. Zhuo Yuqing listened to the sound of the dice colliding inside, still a bit puzzled.

"Open." Leng Shaoqing was the first to lift the dice cup, and whether it was just bad luck that evening, the two dice only added up to three points, Bai Chengxi could practically win with his eyes closed.

Zhuo Yuqing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could swallow that breath, she choked and started coughing because when Bai Chengxi lifted the dice cup, it only showed two points, the smallest score.

"Ah, ah, old Bai, you lost." The surprise came too suddenly, Leng Shaoqing couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Old Bai actually lost."

"You have to accept the loss if you gamble." Bai Chengxi sighed, "This time I let you win."

"Little sister Yuqing, you saw it with your own eyes, I didn’t bully your Old Bai." Leng Shaoqing actively peeled a pistachio and handed it over, "Quick."

Bai Chengxi took it, looking somewhat helplessly at Zhuo Yuqing: "I promise to win next time."

What else could Zhuo Yuqing say, with so many people watching, she couldn’t just coyly deny it. Besides, she couldn’t fail to give Bai Chengxi face in such a situation.

She whispered, "Don’t be nervous."

"Wow, I didn’t expect Old Bai to have such a gentle side too." Leng Shaoqing joined the teasing.

Even Zhuo Yanbei, who had been singing, came over to join the fun, urging them to play another round.

Bai Chengxi’s luck suddenly took a nosedive, and he lost the second round as well.

He looked apologetically at Zhuo Yuqing, whose face had turned pale, "Sorry, I was careless."

Zhuo Yuqing, having been fed five pistachios in a row by him, increasingly felt that Bai Chengxi was doing it on purpose, otherwise why would he start losing now after winning all along.

"I’m going to the restroom."