Lu Chengwen had drunk too much and staggered toward the restroom at the very back of the first floor.
He was even singing, "A room—ah, a room—ah..."
When he reached the door, he saw a little girl. Their eyes met, and both were startled.
Lu Chengwen waved a hand. "Shoo, shoo. Move aside."
The little girl snapped, "You move aside!"
"Me, move aside?!"
Lu Chengwen was thoroughly drunk. Besides, everyone in the martial world had just heaped praise on him. Even he felt that his life had been saved. Heh heh—he had not only kept his life, but gained both status and prestige.
The martial world was fucking awesome!
At that moment, Lu Chengwen was riding high, the petty man basking in spring glory!
He grabbed the little girl's cheek and leaned close with a giggle. "What? Got your eye on me? I've got a wife!"
With her mouth pinched shut, the little girl panicked. She had actually forgotten to use martial arts and could only flail at Lu Chengwen's arm. Her voice came out distorted through her squeezed lips. "Let go of me! Let go! I'm from the Bai family!"
Lu Chengwen froze. "The Bai family? Boring."
He shoved the little girl aside and pushed open the door.
"Hey, you..."
Lu Chengwen turned and pointed at her. "Men's restroom. Don't follow me—I'm taking my pants off!"
As he spoke, he yanked open his belt.
The little girl shrieked and covered her eyes.
Lu Chengwen burst out laughing and turned to enter.
As he untied his belt, he said, "I'd do any kind of business except restrooms. There's not a single person in a restroom on Sundays."
Then he suddenly spotted someone standing right in front of him.
Tall and slender, with fair, handsome features—unbelievably dashing.
Lu Chengwen was delighted.