Translator:
Noodletown Translated
Editor:
Noodletown Translated
If it were any other day, Huo Mian would definitely have said ‘no, thank you’. However, after suppressing her feelings all day, she really did feel like drinking.
Therefore she said,
If I were to drink with you and someone photographed us, don’t you think I would be in even more trouble?
If you’re not afraid of a scandal with Su Yu, why would you be afraid of drinking with me?
Huo Siqian burst out in laughter.
…
Upon hearing this, Huo Mian actually thought that he had a point…
Fine, where do you want to meet?
Old Town Bar on Sifang Street, I’ll wait for you there.
Then, Huo Siqian hung up the phone.
Huo Mian got up and put on her jacket.
You’re heading out?
confused, Yang Meirong asked.
Mom, I’m sorry, I can’t have dinner right now. I’m going out, but I’ll be staying here tonight, remember to keep the door unlocked.
Then, Huo Mian left the house and hailed a cab to meet up with Huo Siqian.
20 minutes later…
Old Town Bar on Sifang Street was a dim bar that not a lot of people frequented.
Huo Mian was wearing a black cashmere jacket and black heels paired with white gloves and a scarf.
She looked like the female lead from a Korean TV show…
Huo Siqian, on the other hand, was wearing a coffee-colored leather jacket and slim-fit pants, looking as dashing as ever.
Truth be told, he was a handsome man, but a little too dark and dangerous…
That’s why neither Huo Mian nor Qin Chu liked him.
I didn’t think you would actually come.
Huo Siqian smiled as he waved the cocktail glass in his hand.
Huo Mian didn’t say anything. She sat up on a bar stool, looked at the bartender and said in a depressed manner,
A dozen Budweisers.
You don’t want a cocktail?
Nope, there’s not enough alcohol in them.
Huo Mian was a steel-clad iron lady.
Haha… I love it when you’re pretentious.
Huo Siqian burst out in laughter.
Huo Mian picked up a bottle of Budweiser and drank it all…
Huo Siqian squinted and looked Huo Mian up and down through the dim lights; she was just as pretty as she used to be 7 years ago.
She was also just as stubborn and headstrong…
The way Huo Mian lived caused people to only have two feelings for her – love or hate. There was no ‘in between’.
Su Yu, Qin Chu, Jiang Xiaowei, and Lingling all loved Huo Mian, whether as a friend or lover.
Jiang Linyue, He Man, Zhao Qingya and Song Yishi all hated Huo Mian, whether as a romantic rival or enemy.
Only Huo Siqian both loved and hated her…
He loved that although time has passed her by, she still remained the same.
At times it felt like she was still that stubborn girl from years ago that liked to show off.
He hated that her gaze never fell on him, not even once. No matter how he missed her or cared about her…
He once said that Huo Mian could only see Qin Chu.
It was as if all the other men on this earth were dead…
He couldn’t stand being looked down upon like that, but it was something every man that fell in love with Huo Mian had to endure.
If you knew what would happen, why did you do it? With your IQ, you shouldn’t have let yourself sink into this mess,
Huo Siqian enunciated each word; he put away his usual careless attitude and said in all seriousness.
Huo Mian was already drinking her second bottle. Halfway through, she waved her bottle at him…
Then, she slowly said,
Because I’m Huo Mian.
Huo Siqian’s expression dimmed… a weird light flashed before his eyes…
She was right – only she was capable of never playing by the rules. That’s what made her unique.
I didn’t think you would challenge Qin Chu.
Loving him is one thing but following my character is another. The two don’t conflict… I don’t think I challenged Qin Chu, it’s how I live in this world, that’s all,
Huo Mian said slowly.
If you already did what you did, then why are you so depressed? If I guessed right, did you two… get in a fight?
Huo Siqian probed…
Upon hearing this, Huo Mian’s expressions turned grim…
We didn’t fight. I’d rather we started fighting,
Huo Mian said slowly.
So, you guys are giving each other the silent treatment?
Huo Siqian continued asking.
Sometimes fighting was a method of communication. Fighting wasn’t scary, but not fighting was.
Silent treatments were the worst…
