It was late at night, and there were hardly any cars on the road.
Zheng Yan Che took out his phone to call a ride, while Gao Jingkai stood beside him, looking at the screen with him.
Because of the angle, they looked very close together from a distance, though there was actually half a person's width between them.
Wen Shaoyu watched the two standing close together across the way, a trace of self-mockery in his cold laugh.
The other man really was living well, getting on with his life, unlike him, who had spent so many days in a haze of longing, only to discover that he was the one who had merely been passing through.
The earth would keep turning, no matter who left.
As the young master of the Wen family, he really had been a little too indulgent lately. It was time to rein himself in.
He, Wen Shaoyu, could afford to play, and he could let go too.
"Drive."
The driver froze for a second. "Young master?"
Wen Shaoyu rolled up the window, his expression calm. "Go to the Yuntang Club."
The Yuntang Club was the only entertainment club in Lincheng with no ties to Wen Shaoyu. A few officials' children had opened it together, and they had come to pay their respects to him early on.
He couldn't be too overbearing. If he ate the meat, he had to leave others some broth, so Wen Shaoyu had let them get on with it.
Unexpectedly, they had made quite a lively business of it-literally, with hard lashings, loud cries, and plenty of erotic play. All sorts of activities were commonplace in this club.
Wen Shaoyu actually had no interest whatsoever in that kind of performance. It was all child's play to him, and other people's