Wen Shaoyu liked to have fun, and he knew how. His movements were smooth and beautiful, his eyes held a casual aloofness, and he displayed his innate elegance and composure to the fullest.
Beside him, Yan Ningke kept exclaiming in admiration. As though he had been drugged, Zheng Yan Che kept his gaze glued to the "bartender," everything around him seeming to cease to exist.
A pale pomegranate-colored base, bubbles clinging all over the glass, and a deep purple filling the upper third-the colors formed layers while subtly blending, and the ice stirred restlessly in the liquid.
"A Sky Full of Stars."
It was so beautiful that Yan Ningke hardly dared take a sip, afraid of ruining it.
Yan Ningke marveled sincerely, "Big brother, with skills like these, you could make a living anywhere."
The kid was just that earnest, never forgetting the need to survive.
Shao Ke chuckled helplessly and reached out to pinch his soft cheek. "Don't worry. Your big brother has a fortune. Enough for him to squander for several lifetimes."
Even if he bankrupted himself, he still had his parents behind him.
Good brothers ought to stick together, of course. Si Yanzhuo picked up the thread. "And supporting one more big spender would be no problem at all, right, Young Master Wen?"
Wen Shaoyu sat in bone-dry silence, feeling a little tempted to do something rash.
What a poor choice of friends!
Zheng Yan Che lowered his eyes and picked up his glass in a slight fluster, gulping down a mouthful.
Shao Ke and Si Yanzhuo exchanged a perfectly synchronized glance, then raised their glasses toward Wen Shaoyu with faint, knowing smiles.
Yan Ningke hid off to the side, covering his mouth as he snickered.
Even Lin Yechen used his drink to conceal the upward curve