Chapter 62: Yang Xuan Calls for Reinforcements

In a private booth on the second floor of the bar, a young man with a sullen face raised his glass of red wine and took a delicate sip. His name was Situ Feng, the second son of the Situ family—one of the four great clans in Tianmen City—and the younger brother of Situ Deng. The names of the two brothers were meant to be a pair: one named Deng, the other Feng, together signifying the ambition to reach the pinnacle.

“Who is that pretty boy?” Situ Feng’s face darkened as he asked again. He was a regular at the Dark Night Bar and had long set his sights on Ye Binglan, treating her as his own forbidden treasure, not allowing any man to defile her. The intimate, heated dancing between Chu Tian and Ye Binglan had not escaped his notice. In fact, it had so enraged him that he clenched his fist so tightly the wine glass in his hand snapped in two, crimson liquid trickling through his fingers.

“Young master, we’ve investigated. That youth is called Chu Tian, a member of the Chu Group.” Standing before Situ Feng were four burly men, all elite bodyguards of the Situ family. One of them quickly stepped forward, head bowed, not daring to meet the young master’s eyes even as he answered.

“The Chu Group?” Situ Feng frowned. The name sounded familiar, but he could not immediately recall why. “Young master, the Chu Group is just a small company worth a few hundred million. It’s perfectly normal you haven’t heard of it,” the burly man explained in a low voice.

“No, I have heard of it.” A sharp glint appeared in Situ Feng’s eyes as he recalled the woman Situ Deng had abandoned, who seemed to have died at Chu Tian’s hands. At the time, Situ Deng suspected the Chu and Wei families were connected, which was why he did not immediately strike back at Chu Tian, choosing instead to bide his time.

But unlike his elder brother’s measured restraint, Situ Feng was not one to let things slide. If anyone touched his woman, he would retaliate immediately. “Young master, should we consult the eldest young master regarding this?” At that moment, a middle-aged man behind the booth stepped forward and asked quietly.

This man, Sun Zhou, was in his early forties, his aura subdued—clearly a master of martial arts. “No need. Such a trivial matter does not warrant troubling my brother,” Situ Feng waved him off impatiently.

“Young master, that Ye Binglan really doesn’t know how to appreciate your favor. You’ve been coming here so many times, and she never once gave you a pleasant look. Now she’s getting cozy with some pretty boy instead,” another bodyguard ventured, carefully weighing his words. “If you ask me, you can’t go soft on women, especially proud ones like Ye Binglan. The more lenient you are, the more she’ll ignore you.”

“And what’s your brilliant idea?” Situ Feng shot back. “Just say the word, young master, and we’ll cripple that brat on the spot. After that, we’ll bring Ye Binglan straight to your bed and make her serve you obediently,” the man replied with a sycophantic grin.

Situ Feng did not refuse. “You can only be my woman. Tonight, I’ll have you begging for mercy in my bed,” he muttered darkly, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Binglan in the dance floor.

Downstairs, in a booth on the first floor of the Dark Night Bar, Yang Xuan had already dialed a number, his voice sharp with agitation. “Damn it, bring some men to the Dark Night Bar at once—I mean now!”

“Young Master Yang, didn’t you say the Night Queen has some powerful connections? Won’t this land us in trouble?” Zhao Liying looked worried, fearing Yang Xuan would stir up even more trouble. She was already filled with regret. If only she hadn’t turned down Li Xin earlier, she would be the one basking in the limelight now, not caught in such an awkward predicament.

“What’s to be afraid of? I’m only settling a score with those two, not making trouble for the bar,” Yang Xuan snapped, blinded by rage, and stormed out of the Dark Night Bar, paying no heed to her concerns.

Zhao Liying and her two friends exchanged uneasy glances. None followed after him; instead, they chose to stay out of it altogether.

Elsewhere, Li Xin and three beautiful women continued drinking, oblivious to Yang Xuan’s departure.

“Li Xin!” Zhao Liying gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked over to him. Li Xin set down his glass, his tone impatient. “What do you want now?”

“I… I haven’t tried Blue Tears yet. Could you ask the Night Queen to make another one for me?” Zhao Liying deliberately flicked her hair, supremely confident in her own looks. She believed Li Xin would, as always, fall at her feet and grant her request.

Li Xin fell silent. In the past, he would never have refused Zhao Liying’s request. But now, he was no longer so easily manipulated.

“I’m not familiar with the Night Queen—I can’t help you,” he replied after a moment, waving his hand, his tone slightly brusque.

Even so, compared to how Zhao Liying had just rebuffed Li Xin and chosen Yang Xuan over him, his attitude was already surprisingly mild.

“Then… can I sit with you? Join you guys for a drink?” Zhao Liying’s smile stiffened, but she quickly recovered her composure. Even after being rejected, she shamelessly clung to Li Xin, her persistence bordering on the absurd.

“Our table is small—barely enough for five. Adding you would be too crowded,” Li Xin replied coldly, his voice tinged with mockery. “You’d better go find Young Master Yang.”

“Li Xin, why are you so petty? Just because I turned you down before, you have to treat me like this?” Zhao Liying finally lost her composure. She had always considered herself above Li Xin, but now, even as she lowered herself, he refused to show any appreciation. It was a heavy blow to her pride.

“Zhao Liying, I admit I used to like you. But now, I’ve let go,” Li Xin said with feeling. “That glass of Blue Tears brought back a lot of memories. For two years, I chased after you like a fool who’d lost his head. But I won’t be that foolish anymore. Now I understand what’s truly worth pursuing.”

With renewed confidence, Li Xin boldly put his arm around the beautiful woman sitting beside him. She was briefly startled, but quickly played along, nestling into his embrace without any sign of reluctance.

“If someone doesn’t like you, why keep pestering them?” one of the three women spoke up. “If you keep bothering us, we’ll have security throw you out,” another added. All three found Zhao Liying’s persistence distasteful and stood up for Li Xin.

“Hmph, don’t get too pleased with yourselves. Young Master Yang won’t let you off. You’ll see soon enough!” Zhao Liying snapped in frustration, stamped her foot, and returned to her booth.

Li Xin glanced at the rear tables—Yang Xuan was nowhere to be seen.