Chapter 2527: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 18

The music in the lounge was louder than in the hallway, the drumbeats striking the eardrums, the air filled with expensive liquor, sweet perfume, and the scent of human hormones.

Ye Lu seemed to want to vent the frustration he felt from Zhou Chengjun, to loosen up more with his friends, and ordered several more rounds of drinks.

After a few cups of strong liquor, his speech became even more unrestrained.

Hmph, what's so great about it… Tonight I must find a way to speak with General Manager Zhou.

Exactly, Lu Lu, what's wrong with you? I'm sure you can.

The young man beside Ye Lu said, 'I heard that the person in General Manager Zhou's household is someone who can't leave the house, constantly coughing up blood, who knows when they might…'

By then, Lu Lu, you're so young and beautiful, you might actually have a chance.

They weren't just carousing among themselves; they also drank and teased with similarly idle strangers who came over to hit on them.

Jin Chen hovered in the noisy, turbid air, feeling the smell made him extremely uncomfortable.

Human desires and emotions were naked and chaotic, like stirred-up sewage, dirtier than an uncleaned swamp.

He still wanted to return to his wife's side, where the air was clean and comfortable, letting him feel at ease.

【Call me again when we reach the key plot point.】 Jin Chen said to Ling Gun Gun, preparing to retreat back to Liang Yanzhe's side.

【Wait!】 Ling Gun Gun said, 【We're already here, it's now, Host get ready!】

Before the words finished, only a loud clang was heard, a piercing crisp sound.

The burly man, his face flushed from drink and reeking of alcohol, suddenly smashed the bottle in his hand, sending glass shards and foamy liquor flying everywhere.

He roughly grabbed Ye Lu's wrist, his fleshy face twisted with anger, shouting in a coarse voice: 'Damn, little slut! You give me face and then refuse it! Weren't you just laughing lewdly at me earlier? What's wrong with having a drink with me? What about spending the night with me? Pretending to be pure, my ass!'

Ye Lu turned deathly pale from fright, his wrist gripped painfully, and tears quickly filled his eyes.

He struggled hard to break free, his voice trembling: 'You, you let go! Psycho!'

Having said that, he got up and ran out in a panic, not choosing a path.

【This is the place,】 Ling Gun Gun swayed head and body, 【In the original plot, he'd run out in a panic and end up crashing straight into Zhou Chengjun's arms, a classic hero-saving-the-beauty scene.】

Meanwhile, inside the private room.

After three rounds of drinks, the main business was basically settled; what followed was mostly small talk and relationship-building, the atmosphere relaxed considerably.

Liang Yanzhe's nerves, which guarded against any mishap, finally managed to relax a little.

But once relaxed, some thoughts that had been deliberately suppressed began to surface.

For example…… why was Jin Chen so concerned about Ye Lu just now, even seeing him enter the private room, yet he didn't immediately follow and cling to him as usual?

That monster usually isn't the clingy type, dying to stick to him twenty-four hours a day, is it?

But no matter how you say it, this gathering lacked that black mist causing trouble nearby, and no strange, extraordinary mishaps occurred during this high-end business affair, allowing him to vaguely regain that former feeling of everything being under control, calm and efficient, tranquil and untroubled.

His wrists and the back of his neck weren't wrapped in cold, sticky mucus, and his ears weren't bothered by noisy thoughts; it seemed… not bad either.

This was originally his most familiar and adept working state.

But why did that inexplicable sense of blockage in his heart not fade with the environment's normalization, instead becoming more pronounced, even feeling a bit empty?

Liang Yanzhe lowered his eyes, lifted the wine cup, gently swirled the amber liquid inside, trying to analyze the inexplicable abnormal emotion.

Could it be because the monster might have developed an interest in someone else?

No, that would be a good thing for him.

He should feel relieved.

Liang Yanzhe exhaled a breath, trying to shake off the useless and miscellaneous thoughts.

If that monster could thus shift its target, spare him, and return to normal life, that would of course be the best possible outcome.

He ought to be begging for it.

Thinking that, Liang Yanzhe unconsciously tilted his head back and downed the remaining liquor in the cup in one gulp; the spicy liquid, carrying a scorching warmth, slid down his throat, bringing a brief stimulation, yet it failed to quell the inexplicable irritation deep inside.

At that moment, Liang Yanzhe saw Zhou Chengjun rise and walk out; he gathered his thoughts and casually asked Liu Zou beside him, 'What is General Manager Zhou going to do?'

Liu Zou smiled and said softly, 'What else can he do? It's Zhao Zong's routine check-in call. General Manager Zhou needs to find a quiet place to properly report his work.'

Liang Yanzhe nodded to indicate understanding.

Suddenly, he recalled that black mist still drifting somewhere outside in an unknown corner, and his heart inexplicably tightened.

He set down his wine cup, stood up, and said, 'I'll go check it out; there are many people and eyes here, I'm worried something might happen on General Manager Zhou's side.'

As if he had found a perfect and reasonable excuse for his sudden departure, Liang Yanzhe hurriedly followed him out.

In the hallway, Zhou Chengjun held his phone to his ear, his tone a patience and gentleness rarely seen by outsiders: 'I know, Xiao Tang, I haven't drunk much, really…… uh, okay, I'll go home later…… I promise I won't drive; I'll let Xiao Liu drive, he hasn't drunk……'

While speaking, he unconsciously wanted to detour around the noisy lounge and head toward the more secluded outdoor terrace.

Zhou Chengjun was fully absorbed in the phone call, not noticing at all the commotion coming from the nearby lounge.

Still, Liang Yanzhe, walking a few steps behind him, first heard the distant shouting and the frantic sound of running footsteps.

He alertly lifted his gaze and saw Ye Lu's face deathly pale, streaked with tears, rushing headlong toward them in panic, continually looking back in fear, not even watching where he was going.

Not far behind Ye Lu, a tall, burly man with a face full of anger was cursing and chasing after him.

Liang Yanzhe stepped in front of Zhou Chengjun to block him, and also saw the black mist following along, the vapor roiling, eager to move.

What on earth is Jin Chen up to? Liang Yanzhe furrowed his brow, thinking.

Jin Chen originally intended for Ye Lu to 'accidentally' fall off the balcony while running—this is the fourth floor, after all, and he didn't believe this human would come away unharmed.

But seeing his wife suddenly appear, Ye Lu was about to crash straight into…… his wife's arms.

That absolutely cannot happen!

The burly man chasing Ye Lu suddenly slipped on his feet, as if stepping on mud that had appeared out of nowhere, and lurched forward in a clumsy fall.

At the same time, Ye Lu felt a sudden sideways force yank his arm, pulling his whole body uncontrollably off balance, steering him into a dimmer-lit side corridor, where he lost all balance and collapsed onto the thick, soft carpet.

He was tossed about in disarray, seeing stars.

Zhou Chengjun, who was fully focused on his phone call, was disturbed by the successive noises from behind; he doubted, took off his earpiece, turned his head toward the sound's direction, furrowed his brows, and asked, 'What sound? Did something fall?'

Liang Yanzhe watched that black mist also vanish into the dim hallway corner, then glanced at the ground where the burly man was cursing while trying to get up, and the club security guards who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

He kept his composure, his tone consistently calm and flat, replying: "It's fine, Manager Zhou. Seems someone got drunk and fell over; security went to handle it."

Zhou Chengjun didn't mind such minor incidents common in such settings, continuing to speak gently into the phone: "It's okay, Xiao Tang, don't worry, it's not our side… uh, I'm heading to the balcony now…"

He said this while continuing to walk toward the balcony.

Liang Yanze, however, did not follow.

He stood where he was, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the corridor corner where Jin Chen had disappeared; after a few seconds, hearing nothing, he could no longer contain his curiosity and walked over again.

Liang Yanze wondered what that troublesome mist was up to.