Chapter 796 Never to yield

796 Never to yield

Chyou hurried inside the club that blasted with loud music and dance moves. She disguised herself so as not to be recognized and it seemed to work. Nobody looked at her with recognition.

But even if somebody recognized her, that was far from the problem. Right now, she was only concerned about Yating's wellbeing, who she imagined to be lying around somewhere dead drunk

Her eyes scanned around the club. The more she didn't see him, the more worry set in.

Shit. Don't tell me he left in that drunken state! Is he driving himself?

Chyou shuddered with that thought and brushed it off. Eventually, she thought what she saw was a familiar figure at the far end of the bar. Her eyes widened as she finally found Yating. She couldn't see him clearly because of all the people dancing on the dance floor and blocking her view.

It is definitely him!

She quickly sped to his side as she had partially seen him hunched on his back with his head lowered.

He is really dead drunk...the worry increased further.

When she reached closer, she found the scene to be very different though. Yating was indeed holding a glass of whiskey in his hand but he didn't look as dead drunk as she had imagined him to be. On the contrary, he seemed poised and sober as he was staring at the glass without any particular expression.

Pursing her lips, she took slow steps towards him. A second before she reached him, another woman approached Yating. Locking her hair behind her ear with an inviting smile, she blushed before him.

"Hey."

Yating looked up for a moment and then at the woman.

"Hey."

"How about I offer you a drink this time~"

He smiled back. "The offer is tempting but no thanks. Continue to enjoy your evening."

"What if I want to enjoy it with you?" she arched her brow meaningfully.

Wooo I am seeing Yating getting hit on!

Chyou took a seat beside him at the bar and perked her ears up at their conversation in curiosity.

Yating shook his head helplessly. "I am far from being entertaining. I will just bore you."

"I haven't found you boring as of yet."

"Eventually you will. My life is nothing interesting."

"Your face and body is at least~"

Chyou pushed down her shades on the bridge of her nose by just a bit to reveal her twinkling eyes. "Why? So that I miss women hitting on you?"

"Nothing fancy."

"You could have enjoyed a great evening with her I suppose. I like her. Bold, confident and zesty~"

"She thinks you could be violent though."

"I might have been not so discreet in listening to your conversation. She must have misunderstood my intentions," she sheepishly grinned.

He chuckled. "It's bad manners to listen into conversations anyway."

"Are you offended?"

He shrugged. "Nothing happening was happening anyway."

"Heyyy~ That is a good line. Maybe I would use it in one of my movies~"

"Don't forget to give me the credits."

"Tch. Let people praise me for my creativity."

"That's my creativity."

"So stingy! And that too after I sacrificed half of my precious ice cream to meet you! It must have become a puddle of a milkshake now," She complained.

"Like I said, you shouldn't have come here. I am fine."

"You are not fine. You are down," she pressed her lips.

"That's a good line too."

"Be serious, Yating. Tell me what happened. You couldn't even talk properly without your voice choking."

He let out a wry and tired smile. "Just another argument with Dad. It seems to me now that talking straight with him without fighting wouldn't ever be possible."

"What was the fight about?" She quietly asked.

"As always about my poor choices in life. My past love for Ai, my decision to become an editor and...my friendship with Dong. Everything is meaningless to him," he said, gulping down another sip of the whiskey.

He tremblingly laughed, his misty eyes shining in the club lights. "It turns out that my trauma of all these years was meaningless because that night wasn't an accident, but a planned plot by Dong and family to get monetary compensation from Dad."

Her eyes flew wide open.

"But I don't believe it," his grip tightened on the glass. "Dong would never do this. He would never play such a dirty game with me. There is a misunderstanding, but Dad already made his decision years ago. But I won't yield to it, Chyou. I never will."