Chapter 61: Such an Honor!

Under the gaze of the crowd, Ye Binglan finished mixing her first cocktail.

She opened the shaker and slowly poured the deep blue liquid into five empty glasses. The azure-blue liquor rippled gently within each glass, exuding a profound allure that was impossible to describe—a mesmerizing charm that made everyone eager to taste it.

“This is a fine wine personally crafted by the Queen of the Night—Tears of Ice Blue!” The bartender raised the loudspeaker once more, introducing Ye Binglan’s new creation to the audience.

“The first glass, sell it to me! I’ll pay one thousand!”

“One thousand for the Queen of the Night’s first drink? Are you mad?”

“I bid two thousand! Sell the first glass to me!”

The crowd clamored and shouted, their excitement instantly ignited.

At that moment, a hearty voice rang out. “I’ll pay fifty thousand! I’ll take all five glasses of Tears of Ice Blue!”

Yang Xuan waved his hand with flamboyant generosity, even casting a provocative glance at Chu Tian at the next table.

So what if you got into the bar early? In the end, a pauper is still a pauper! The one who can afford it deserves the honor of tasting Ye Binglan’s first cocktail—this is the highest glory tonight!

The crowd erupted in astonishment. To think someone would spend fifty thousand simply to drink the first Tears of Ice Blue. Truly, the world of the wealthy was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In an instant, no one else dared to bid. It seemed to be tacitly accepted that the five glasses now belonged to Yang Xuan.

“Young Master Yang, can we share a glass of Tears of Ice Blue?” Zhao Liying asked expectantly, the humiliation she’d felt outside the bar vanishing in a heartbeat.

“Of course,” Yang Xuan replied magnanimously, agreeing without hesitation.

But just then, Ye Binglan parted her lips and shattered Yang Xuan’s dreams with a single sentence.

“The first round isn’t for sale—I’m offering it to the guests at Table One.”

Ye Binglan smiled lightly, her gaze fixed directly on Chu Tian’s table.

Hearing this, Yang Xuan’s smile froze. He’d just bid fifty thousand for the Tears of Ice Blue, yet Ye Binglan still refused to sell? Though fifty thousand wasn’t a fortune for the Night Bar, surely Ye Binglan, as the owner, wouldn’t turn down easy profit?

And yet, she was giving all five glasses away for free to the guests at Table One?

Wait a moment! Table One—that was Chu Tian and Li Xin’s table!

“Damn it! What’s their relationship with the Queen of the Night? How do they deserve such special treatment?” Yang Xuan gnashed his teeth, but he didn’t dare question Ye Binglan’s decision.

A moment later, the bartender brought the five glasses of Tears of Ice Blue to Chu Tian’s group. Some of the girls at the table had refused to believe Chu Tian was Ye Binglan’s brother, but seeing her bring drinks over herself left no room for doubt.

“Chu Tian, are these drinks really for us?” Li Xin swallowed nervously, unable to believe his luck.

“Of course. Go ahead and try it,” Chu Tian replied with a gentle smile.

Everyone hastily lifted their glasses. The deep blue liquid was so enchanting that the girls cradled their drinks as if they couldn’t bear to take a sip.

Li Xin took a tentative taste of the Tears of Ice Blue.

The cool liquor seemed to cleanse his very soul in an instant. Memories long buried deep within him surged forth; those unforgettable moments flashed through his mind like a lantern show. But instead of sadness or regret, he felt none of the old sorrow. The obsessions he once clung to vanished like mist on the wind.

The three girls also took a sip, and a buoyant sensation swept through their bodies, as if every pore had opened and they were adrift on a vast ocean—a comfort unlike anything they had ever known.

“What do you think?” Chu Tian asked, raising his own glass and taking a sip.

The taste was indeed exquisite, but with his powerful cultivator’s spirit, the Tears of Ice Blue could not stir his memories.

“It’s incredible—I’ve never tasted such a wonderful cocktail!”

“One can’t put a price on this. Even at a hundred thousand a glass, it would be worth it!”

“That feeling, as if floating in the ocean, is simply marvelous!”

The three girls exclaimed in delight, drawing envious glances from the patrons nearby.

Soon after, Ye Binglan left the bar counter, having stopped mixing drinks, and made her way to Table One.

“Xiao Tian, will you dance with your second sister?”

Ye Binglan bent down, grasping Chu Tian’s collar with playful intent.

“With pleasure,” Chu Tian replied with a soft laugh, rising to his feet as she gently pulled him up.

Together, they walked toward the dance floor.

The dance floor was already crowded, but at the sight of Ye Binglan, people instinctively stepped aside, leaving a clear space at the very center.

The music in the bar grew feverish, matching the charged atmosphere.

As the rhythm surged, Ye Binglan’s movements became more passionate. She slipped her arms around Chu Tian’s neck, pressing herself against his chest, her bold and seductive dancing captivating everyone. There was a wildness in her movements that left hearts pounding.

Chu Tian was momentarily stunned, acutely aware of the warmth and softness of his second senior sister’s body pressed close to his.

That supple, elastic sensation gradually fanned a heat within him. He swallowed hard, steadying himself, and instinctively wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Ye Binglan herself wasn’t sure why she was so reckless tonight—perhaps seeing Chu Tian bring other girls to the bar had sparked an urgent desire to declare her claim.

“She’s too hot! That dance is on fire—just watching makes my blood boil!”

“If only I could be the one dancing with the Queen of the Night—how incredible would that be?”

“If she’d dance with me like that, I’d gladly give up ten years of my life!”

The crowd cheered wildly, their voices thick with envy and longing.

As the song drew to a close, their heated dance ended. Ye Binglan’s body was flushed, a fine sheen of fragrant sweat clinging to her skin. Leaning into Chu Tian’s arms, she relaxed completely, both body and spirit suffused with a lightness she had never felt before.

At that moment, Chu Tian wished the dance would never end—if only he could keep dancing with her forever.

“Second Sister, I never knew you could dance so well. It’s a pity the song was so short—I didn’t get enough,” Chu Tian said, embracing her slender waist and turning gently with her on the dance floor, savoring the fragrance of her hair.

“If you like, I’ll dance with you every day from now on,” Ye Binglan whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his ear lobe.

“Really?” Chu Tian’s grip unconsciously tightened around her waist. “Next time, let’s find somewhere private—we can dance an even wilder dance.”

Just then, from a booth on the second floor of the bar, a cold, oppressive gaze bore down on Chu Tian as a domineering voice demanded, “Who is that pretty boy?”