Chapter 8: I Can Support Him

Chapter 8: I Can Support Him

Despite being a playboy, Guanhai had genuine respect for Yang Haoran. When he learned about the trouble at Yang Haoran's home, even though the opportunity was ripe for him to take advantage, he decisively abandoned it and left the bar with Yang Haoran without a second thought.

Guanhai prepared to drive, but Yang Haoran stopped him, only taking his bag from Guanhai's car, and they hailed a taxi together.

However, once they were in the taxi, Guanhai was puzzled. The address Yang Haoran gave the taxi driver wasn't Yang Haoran's hometown but rather his residential area.

As the taxi started moving, Guanhai couldn't hide his confusion. He turned to Yang Haoran and asked, "Yang, is there something of yours at my place?"

Yang Haoran shook his head. "No."

Guanhai asked again, "Is there something at my place that you want, something you need to take with you?"

Again, Yang Haoran shook his head. "No."

Yang Haoran's responses left Guanhai bewildered. He asked, "If that's the case, why are we going to my residential area instead of heading back to your hometown?"

"Don't ask for now. You'll understand soon," Yang Haoran didn't explain.

Guanhai was smart. Seeing Yang Haoran like this, he knew things were probably not as simple as he thought. Since Yang Haoran wasn't elaborating, he didn't press further.

Back at Guanhai's bar, after Yang Haoran and Guanhai left, the atmosphere instantly became dull. Wang Qing and a few college beauty students seemed bored, chatting aimlessly. Without Guanhai, the lively vibe was gone.

"Do you think Guan Ge will come back?" one of the beauties asked, seemingly reluctant to give up hope.

"Didn't his friend say he was going back to his hometown tonight? He won't be back. By the way, what's his friend's name again?" another beauty asked.

"It seems like his last name is Li, or maybe Cao, I can't remember," another beauty recalled uncertainly.

Wang Qing sipped her drink while playing with her phone, sneering, "He's just an ordinary guy, nothing special about him. Average looks, average physique, doesn't know how to talk to girls to get their attention, and on top of that, he's broke. Even if you remember his name, what's the point? Are you going to date him?"

Upon hearing Wang Qing's words, the other college girls laughed and teased her for being annoying or bad.

The previously gloomy atmosphere lightened a bit because of Wang Qing's remarks.

"Wang Qing, how do you know that guy is broke? Do you know him?" a beauty asked teasingly.

Wang Qing rolled her eyes at the girl, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and mocked, "I would like to know him, but he needs to qualify first. His flea market clothes completely expose his financial status. If it weren't for him being clean, I wouldn't even sit next to him."

Pausing for a moment, Wang Qing flicked the ash off her cigarette and said with some emotion, "Flea market goods are always just that, flea market goods. No matter how clean they are, they won't become brand names. On the contrary, even if a brand name is dirty, it's still a brand name, and people will still fight over it."

Wang Qing's words clearly had a hidden meaning. Some of the beauties understood, while others didn't.

Although Guanhai didn't understand what Yang Haoran was up to, he followed suit and stepped out of the car.

"What's going on? What are you up to, buddy? Didn't something big happen at home? Why did you stop here at my residential area?" Guanhai, puzzled, asked Yang Haoran after the taxi left.

Yang Haoran didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Guanhai before lighting his own.

After taking a deep drag, Yang Haoran said to Guanhai, "Nothing happened at my home. The reason I asked you to leave is that I don't want you to stay at the bar anymore."

"Huh?" Guanhai, puffing on his cigarette, exclaimed before asking, "Not stay at the bar? Why?"

"More accurately, I don't want you to continue getting involved with that girl named Wang Qing," Yang Haoran explained.

Upon hearing this, Guanhai became interested. He grinned lasciviously and asked, "Hehe, are you interested in her? If you like her, just tell me, I'll give her up without hesitation. After all, I'm not lacking in other options. Why make things so complicated, pretending there's a family emergency? I have to admit, your acting skills are top-notch. Even I was fooled by you."

Taking another drag of his cigarette, Guanhai continued with a smile, "However, that girl Wang Qing doesn't seem like an easy target. I can tell from her demeanor. If you're interested in her, buddy, I'm worried you'll get hurt."

"That's not the reason," Yang Haoran shook his head, speaking up.

Guanhai looked at Yang Haoran, somewhat surprised. Seeing Yang Haoran's serious expression, he couldn't help but wonder, "Strange, why aren't you arguing with me? This isn't like you. Could it be that you have some connection with that girl, or maybe she's influential, and you don't want me to approach her?"

"She and I have no connection, and I don't know if she's influential. But didn't you feel a chilling coldness emanating from her when you were sitting with her, exchanging glances?" Yang Haoran asked seriously.

Guanhai laughed and said, "I didn't feel any chill, but I did feel a burning passion in my heart. It needed the icy water of her indifference to extinguish it. Unfortunately, just as this oasis of warmth appeared in my desert, you turned it into a mirage! What a pity, what a real pity!"

As he finished speaking, Guanhai seemed to have a realization. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he exclaimed, "Right! They might not have left yet. Let me make a call to check. It might not be too late to rush back. Luckily, I saved their contact information earlier."

Without hesitation, Yang Haoran immediately stopped Guanhai.

"What's wrong? Your family is fine, and I haven't blamed you for lying to me. Yet you still want to ruin my chance?" Guanhai felt a bit unhappy.

"That girl named Wang Qing is trouble. You better not get close to her. You have to trust me," Yang Haoran said earnestly.

Guanhai felt a bit conflicted. Since he had known Yang Haoran, apart from when he was fooling around, he had never seen Yang Haoran so serious.

However, at this moment, Guanhai's phone suddenly rang.

"How many sisters do you have? Why does each one look so weary..."

Listening to the flirtatious ringtone, Yang Haoran couldn't muster a smile because, as Guanhai took out his phone, he clearly saw the caller ID: Wang Qing.

This call was from Wang Qing!