Chapter 215: Extra Chapter 1: Su Mian Drinks Merrily and Forgets to Prepare, Yichen Disguises Himself to Play the Beauty

Su Mian, your social skills — I really want to drag you along to the end.

You're already 20, how can you still not have experienced life's biggest event?

Qiao Yinuo talked while doing her makeup; she was already wearing makeup, but to match her gold sequin dress she specially added fine glitter to her eye makeup.

She applied heavier blush, solemnly facing tonight's 'big event'.

Su Mian leaned against the wardrobe, checking the time on her electronic watch, and answered the chattering Qiao Yinuo with a blank expression.

So this is the reason you insist I go to the bar?

She really couldn't figure out how clubbing at a bar could be considered a major life event.

But as soon as she said that, Qiao Yinuo became unhappy, she pouted and furrowed her brows.

But today is my birthday; usually it's fine if you don't accompany me, but refusing today would be hard to justify.

It's as if you're saying I didn't accompany you to the morning pool party or the afternoon KTV, and besides, you have plenty of friends who don't need me.

Qiao Yinuo wanted to retort something, but Su Mian waved her hand, 'Alright, alright, I'll go with you—hurry up and get ready.'

She didn't want to go not just because that kind of place is noisy and crowded; Su Mian would feel physically uncomfortable.

More importantly, Yichen didn't want her to go; Su Mian couldn't hold her liquor well, and when drunk she couldn't tell humans from beasts.

Since the Mountain Village Bride instance, Yichen has strongly objected to anyone seeing Su Mian drunk, but this is Qiao Yinuo's birthday, so he has to accompany her no matter what.

Su Mian sighed, planning to conceal it temporarily.

Hearing that, Qiao Yinuo finally felt satisfied, and besides, she handed Su Mian her own wine-red miniskirt, saying she'd wear it later to 'blow up the whole place'.

Su Mian took the clothes and stayed silent for a long time, finally yielding under Qiao Yinuo's 'Death Gaze'.

Actually, Qiao Yinuo is a bit concerned about saving face; this morning when her friends met, they were saying how she had such a pretty friend, but she kept it hidden from them.

Upon hearing that, she happily started bragging, saying she and Su Mian were very close, like brothers and sisters, depending on each other.

She also told them how Su Mian had carried her to victory in the instance, beating the aliens to a pulp, and after hearing that, the group's view of Su Mian changed—from 'pretty girl' to 'powerful goddess'.

If she were absent tonight, those people would surely keep asking questions, and she'd lose face, so she insisted on dragging Su Mian along no matter what.

Sorry, Brother Yichen, I'm borrowing your Mian Mian for one night.

Having said that, the two already got into a taxi.

Qiao Yinuo actually doesn't come to this bar often because it's pricey, but the decor is excellent and the service impeccable, giving a feeling of having mistakenly entered high society.

Today's her birthday, so she can splurge a little.

Su Mian surveyed the place; she had passed by several times before, thinking it was some high-end club, but upon entering she realized it was a bar, and the soundproofing was so good that if you weren't close, you couldn't hear the DJ at all.

As soon as they entered, Qiao Yinuo's friends swarmed over, asking whether to dance first or eat cake first; while they were still heatedly debating, strangers blocked Su Mian's path on this side.

She looked up; a guy with a pink buzz cut, tall and muscular, wearing a black leather jacket covered in studs, grinned at her.

"Hey beautiful, we're playing a game over there—want to join?"

Perhaps Su Mian had lagged behind at the back, so this person mistook her for someone who came to the bar alone; she was about to refuse, but when she turned around she could no longer see Qiao Yinuo and her friends.

Su Mian frowned, 'Sorry, not playing.'

She thought not saying 'get lost' was already polite, but the pink-haired boy blocked her again just as she took a step.

Su Mian had just located Qiao Yinuo and her friends when she was swept along, not having time to look left or right, she got on the elevator; even if she could catch up now, she was stopped again, she gave the guy a cold glance, and the pink-haired boy inexplicably felt a chill.

"Get lost."

Being so bluntly rejected, he finally couldn't hold back—the veins on his hand became more prominent, he was about to erupt, when he felt a terrifying pair of eyes staring at him from behind the girl at the bar.

When he looked, he didn't see who it was; perhaps he had zoned out, a passing waiter bumped into him, spilling drinks.

"Sorry, sir."

"It's not that you're not watching where you're going!"

The hostility instantly shifted from Su Mian to the waiter; seeing he was about to strike, the front desk rushed over to mediate, the commotion was so big that many clubbers turned their heads.

His friends also rushed over, and Su Mian silently withdrew from the center of the crowd.

She called Qiao Yinuo but no one answered, so helplessly she went to the front desk to ask which private room they had booked; she quickly got the information and had a waiter lead her there.

What surprised Su Mian was that the waiter who had just bumped into a guest now appeared before her, all innocent, to show her the way.

Su Mian didn't bother to ask anyway; it wasn't her concern, she just wanted to quickly find Qiao Yinuo and the others.

The waiter led her to the private room, but oddly there was no one inside; she felt puzzled, and at the same time a hint of wariness appeared in her eyes.

"Where are they?"

As soon as she spoke, the waiter hurriedly left, finger on his earpiece, looking busy.

……

She must have been taken to the wrong room—there was no cake, no birthday decorations, just a few bottles on the coffee table; but when she looked closely, she noticed something was off.

Baccarat crystal bottles, top‑grade brandy, low proof—the only alcohol Su Mian likes to drink.

Its appearance here seems too much of a coincidence, and this brand… is exactly the kind Yichen often buys for her.

Her mind went blank for a moment, she swallowed, as if she had realized something.

She suddenly regretted not having told Yichen beforehand; she picked up her phone to message him, but hesitated, afraid that doing so might be self‑incriminating.

Su Mian suddenly thought, 'Wait, isn't he on a business trip? The National Security Council has been busy lately, so he wouldn't know.'

Su Mian picked up the bottle, examined it, smelled it—surely it was that brand; she figured it was just a coincidence, relaxed, put the bottle down and headed out, but as soon as she opened the door she stopped.

She was blocked; the person in front wore the same waiter's uniform as before, but his build and face were clearly far superior to that waiter's.

And… that head of red hair was really striking; he hadn't had time to cut it lately, his hair had grown into a wolf‑tail, making him actually look like a waiter.

Su Mian froze completely, standing in the doorway, a bit afraid to meet Yichen's eyes; in her peripheral vision she could see someone smiling, but the atmosphere was obviously oppressive.

Su Mian suddenly realized a serious problem.

Yichen's phone had her location, because Su Mian wore a health tracker all day, which was set as the default.

Moreover, Yichen didn't know today was Qiao Yinuo's birthday.

……

"Uh...... when did you come back?"

Saying that made her seem even more guilty; Su Mian scratched her face, seeing the person before her silent, she intended to let them come in rather than stand at the doorway—but then she heard Si Shi utter a line that shocked her immensely.

"Miss, what are you saying? I'm the waiter you summoned; what do you want me to do now?"

Su Mian:???

Oh no, oh no no no, now it looks like she's really angry.

She nervously swallowed, her legs a little weak; this sense of pressure made her feel a bit excited—what's going on? No, no, no, Su Mian, explain yourself quickly!

She shook her head, trying to shake off all the strange thoughts.

"Today is Qiao Yinuo's birthday; we came here to party."

Si Shi didn't pick up the thread; she had already been forced to sit on the sofa, he raised his wine glass and stroked Su Mian's thigh.

The wine-red short skirt set off her slender, fair legs; a light press of his long fingers left some red marks.

"Want a drink? I'll feed you."

He didn't listen to his own words at all, and Su Mian had never told Si Shi what kind of person Qiao Yinuo was.

Throwing a birthday party in a bar sounds absurd; normal people just wouldn't do that.

But Qiao Yinuo is anything but normal, and Si Shi can't help but find it hard to believe.

Su Mian drew her legs in, and could only think of another way to soothe this 'Smiling Snake'.

She watched him kneel beside her, raising his wine glass; his thin shirt and vest outlined his chest muscles, incredibly sexy, really making her want to pour the drink over him.

By the time she came to and looked at his eyes, she already sensed something was off.

The two of them clung together every day like glue; a single glance from the other conveyed everything, and in this situation Su Mian felt she could not escape disaster.

Her body is weak; normally she can't stand much exertion, each time she ends up crying and begging to stop; in reality he's gentle with her, but once they enter an instance he goes all out, forgetting himself, trying every trick, truly overwhelming.

But now he's angry; even in the real world, Su Mian dares not imagine what kind of wrath she'll have to endure.

Thinking this, the girl's expression flickered; in the blink of an eye she sprang up and dashed madly toward the door, but before she could take half a step her waist was seized.

Su Mian: ……

"Don't want a drink? How about we do something else, Miss."

"If you keep ignoring me, I'll get fired."

Goddamn getting fired, Su Mian wanted to cry but had no tears, could only turn her body and look at the wine on the table.

He understood her intent, curled the corner of his mouth, opened the Crystal Glass Bottle Stopper, poured wine into his mouth, then kissed the corner of the girl's mouth, deliberately not letting the wine go in, letting the sweet dew say that it flowed from that corner and seeped into her clothing.

"You… did it on purpose."

Su Mian pushed him, pressing her lips to stop him from going further, even though she had opened her mouth……

Si Shi smiled, merely lowering his gaze; his long, dense eyelashes stimulated the skin, making one tremble.

The temperature rose slightly, the ambiguous light poured down, making the white stand out more, more alluring; specks of pink also became more delicate, like flower petals touched with dew, trembling shyly.

But it's clearly not winter, yet this dew is still somewhat cold, cold enough to be unsettling; one wants to avoid it, not wanting it to fall.

At some point a hand took out an ice chunk of moderate size from the ice bucket; the ice felt as small as a pebble in the hand, yet elsewhere it seemed rather large.

"Cool? Mian Mian?"

"Mmm…!"

"Can't… anymore……"

"Hmm… looks like it didn't work, you're too hot."

"Go… uh… don't let go."

A burst of phone ringing sounded, Su Mian's eyelashes twitched lightly, and she finally got a bit of relief.

"I need to answer the phone."

Her limbs had no strength, her joints reddened to an unsightly state; only she was in a sorry plight, while someone merely lowered his gaze, observing all her reactions.

Seeing that he didn't stop her, she assumed he had calmed down, so she went to get the phone; the moment the call connected, a shadow fell over her, her body stiffened, and she could not speak at all.

"Hello? Mian Mian, sorry just now those people were too noisy, I didn't notice and got dragged away; where are you now? I'll come pick you up."

"Hello? Mian Mian, Su Mian? Big boss? Hello???"

On the other end was nothing but singing; Qiao Yinuo shouted at the top of her lungs, brows furrowed, she worried whether something had happened to Su Mian; the people there saw her expression was off, thought she was unhappy, and came over to put an arm around her shoulders.

"Have you answered? The goddess Su Mian still hasn't come."

"Big bro, how do you know who she's calling? As soon as you show up you ask about Su Mian—could it be you like her?"

"Fuck you, stop talking nonsense!"

"Yinuo, have you finished your call?"

"If classmate Su Mian doesn't come, those few will probably be heartbroken~"

The troublemakers all gathered around the phone, making an unbearable racket.

Qiao Yinuo wore a look of disdain as she drove off that crowd, found a quiet place to continue her call, unaware that this commotion would add insult to injury for Su Mian, whose situation was already perilous.

The girl's legs trembled uncontrollably, she shook her head slightly, but her mouth was covered.

Furthermore, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence, a faint feeling of suffocation, combined with the venting of anger, all turned into another kind of quickened-heartbeat pleasure, like a wave washing over her whole body.

"Su Mian, are you still there?"

"Hello?"

A vein-riddled hand placed the phone near the girl's slightly open mouth, and rubbed her head.

"Tell her you left on your own."

"Uh…"

Su Mian's consciousness wasn't very clear; just as she was about to speak, she was frightened by her own voice, could only utter a sentence very softly, and hung up the phone.

In the end, I only remember that during the Si hour, they kept praising her; as for whether there was a misunderstanding or not, there's no point in explaining further.

Perhaps Si Shi already knew before Qiao Yinuo opened the phone; the point of his anger was that she came to the Wine bar without listening to his words.

Anyway, a certain little cat kept scolding him for days; who knows, when scolding people, the invisible tail was still raised, maybe still savoring the angrysex they never had.