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Chapter 24: The Dew Has Yet to Dry 4
“Mr. Zhou! Come on, keep drinking!”
Voices called out to him from behind.
Zhou Xuanyu turned around, raising the half-burned cigarette in his hand, which had just been passed to him.
The person calling him laughed, “Alright, alright, finish that one and hurry over. We’ve opened a bottle of Moutai today, and you haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“Don’t make a fuss; Mr. Zhou is used to drinking foreign liquor.”
“Moutai can’t possibly be inferior to what the foreigners drink!”
“…”
Zhou Xuanyu remained silent, continuing to gaze out the window.
The private room was filled with smoke, and he was at least half responsible for it. He had drunk a bit too much today and smoked quite a bit as well.
He pushed the window open a crack, letting the cool breeze in. It brushed against his face, gradually waking up his senses dulled by alcohol and nicotine.
His stomach felt a bit uneasy.
He hadn’t treated himself like this in a long time; he really wasn’t used to it.
The square was bustling with activity, as people gathered to pass the time after their meals. The sounds of laughter and chatter floated on the breeze, reaching his ears.
He listened closely, recognizing the lively rendition of "Lift Your Veil," played by the band in the square. The melody was cheerful and enchanting, weaving through its transitions like magic, which explained why everyone around was swaying and dancing along.
His gaze lazily drifted until it suddenly landed on a girl in the crowd.
"Mr. Zhou..." someone called out to him again.
He remained still, blinking to confirm he wasn't mistaken.
The one dancing to the rhythm was Wen Junxi.
She wasn't wearing anything particularly extravagant, yet for some reason, she stood out among the crowd. It was as if she were a source of light.
It had been like this at Yatian that day, and it was the same today.
Perhaps there was a dancer's soul hidden deep within her. When she moved, she radiated charm. She was captivating, making it hard for anyone to look away.
Today, she wore a fitted skirt and high heels, accentuating her slender figure. Her long hair cascaded gently around her ears, creating beautiful arcs that shimmered as she turned.
A girl beside her held her hand, jumping up and down with exuberance. Meanwhile, Wen Junxi smiled lightly in response to the girl's antics, appearing to blend in yet somehow standing apart…
"Mr. Zhou, your cigarette is about to burn your fingers!" someone patted his shoulder and handed him an ashtray.
"I have to go," he suddenly said.
"You can't leave now! The best part hasn't even started yet!"
He forced a smile and said, "Another day, I promise to drink with everyone properly. Today, I really have something to attend to."
"What could be so important, Mr. Zhou?"
He paused for a moment, feigning ambiguity as he smirked, "A woman."
The men at the table understood immediately, teasing and laughing, then giving him a look that said "every moment is precious," waving him off to leave quickly.
"Enjoy yourselves and have a good time; I'll cover all the bills."
He grabbed his coat and stepped out the door, closing it behind him and shutting out the sounds of laughter and joy.
The warm orange light of the corridor fell on him as he took a deep breath of fresh air, as if just realizing what he was about to do.
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