Su Yan was very embarrassed. At this moment, she was holding Wei Zhou’s wrist with one hand and holding his shoulder with the other. There was only a fist’s distance between their faces. She could easily kiss him with a tiptoe of her feet. In this sort of environment, their positions were too intimate, like a couple in love.

“Hey, Hey, what are you still standing there for? You can easily kiss him when you tiptoe!” Tang Yitong signaled frantically with her eyes.

Su Yan came back to her senses quickly. She gritted her teeth and tiptoed. She was 1.69 meters tall and was wearing high heels. Even though Wei Zhou was 1.80 meters tall, she could still kiss him easily. Her pink and warm lips pressed against Wei Zhou’s gently.

Their lips were in contact for a brief second before Su Yan let go of Wei Zhou and took a step back.

“We’re playing a game of Dare. Don’t get serious!” Su Yan said calmly.

Then, she turned to look at Tang Yitong. “I’ve completed my dare. Let’s go.”

Tang Yitong nodded stiffly. The scene just now was too exciting. Sharing a kiss with the ex-husband in a nightclub? It was simply too thrilling.

Chai Xingyu nodded at Wei Zhou and then pulled Tang Yitong away. “Let’s go to the next venue.”

They had originally planned to continue having fun here, but since Wei Zhou was here, they could only change the venue.

Wei Zhou stared at their disappearing figures. Su Yan was alluringly mesmerizing in the red dress under the dim lighting of the bar.

...

In Chai Xingyu’s car, Tang Yitong reached out and touched Su Yan’s forehead. “Hmm, you’re not having a fever.”

Su Yan slapped her hand away and frowned. “You’re the one with a fever!”

“Yan Yan, you didn’t drink too much and you don’t have a fever. Do you know what you did just now?” Tang Yitong was feeling conflicted.

“I’m not forgetful. I just kissed Wei Zhou. Is there a problem?” Su Yan replied impatiently. She didn’t want to continue this topic.

Tang Yitong didn’t say anything. She picked up a bottle of mineral water and gulped down a few mouthfuls. She drank a little too much and her mind was a little muddled, so she wanted to sober up a little.

“Isn’t there a problem? It’s a big problem!” Tang Yitong said, “Think about it. Before you and Wei Zhou got divorced, both of you never shared any intimacy for three years. Now that you are divorced, you took the initiative to kiss him. This, this...”

Tang Yitong could not continue speaking, not knowing what to say. Chai Xingyu, who was driving, coughed lightly and gave her a look through the rearview mirror, indicating for her to talk less.

No matter how good a friend she was to Su Yan, this was not her place to speak. After all, no one would feel comfortable if they were in Su Yan’s shoes. Moreover, Su Yan was a person with a strong sense of self-esteem.

“You’re thinking too much. I didn’t take it seriously. I just simply fulfilled the dare,” Su Yan said.

Tang Yitong acted as if she did not see Chai Xingyu’s gaze. She gave Su Yan a thumbs up and said, “Hah, I admire you. You’re indeed my best friend!”

Su Yan leaned back, closed her eyes, and said, “Stop talking about that man. Let me have some silence for a while.”

Tang Yitong smiled sheepishly, smacked her lips, and choked back the rest of her words.

She knew that Su Yan was annoyed.

...

Private Room: Tycoon 66666.

“F*ck! What’s going on? Did Wei Zhou just stood us up?” Lan Jian glanced at his phone and said unhappily.

He and Jiang Yuan had been drinking here for half an hour, but Wei Zhou was still nowhere to be seen. The both of them would be drunk by the time he turned up.

“Wait a little longer. Maybe he met someone he knows,” Jiang Yuan said as he took a sip of wine.

Lan Jian curled his lips and snorted, “What do you mean he met someone he knows? I think he must have been seduced by some vixen and went to a private room to enjoy himself. He has long forgotten about us.”

Speaking of the Devil, just as Lan Jian finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open. Wei Zhou walked in with a sour face. The place was dimly lit, so Lan Jian did not notice Wei Zhou’s expression. He poured a full glass of wine and handed it over.

“According to the rules, if you are late, your punishment is to down three drinks!” Lan Jian said straightforwardly.

Looking at the full glass of red wine, Wei Zhou loosened his shirt button and said coldly, “Get lost!”

After saying that, he sank into the sofa with an annoyed face, as if someone owed him a billion dollars.