Hitting On

Everyone comes to the bar with different purposes. Some come for entertainment, some simply to enjoy the lively atmosphere, some to drown their sorrows, and some to seek romantic encounters. Tang Wan's arrival made most men in the bar forget their original intentions. Now they had only one goal: to try to have a romantic encounter with her.

They had been accustomed to roses, but upon encountering the fragrance of lilies, they realized what they truly liked.

Most importantly, this woman came from a wealthy family. Her clothes and phone were ordinary, accessible to the general public, but the Cartier bracelet on her wrist was not a small item.

Men always fantasize about a top-tier beauty taking interest in them, and even better if this woman was also wealthy. Even if they didn't have to rely on her financially, at least they wouldn't have to spend money on her.

Men often have an inexplicable confidence, especially when they are drunk.

Many had already tried and failed to hit on her. This pure lily sat at the bar counter, sipping expensive red wine cup by cup, ignoring the bartender who was showcasing his bartending skills in front of her, only asking him to pour her wine one cup after another.

Tang Wan felt more and more angry as she drank. How could she, in her weakness, think of that guy Jiang Fan? What other advantages did he have besides being good at cooking, diligent at tidying up the room, good at washing clothes, intelligent, and handsome?

The most important thing was that this guy dared to propose a divorce!

Did Jiang Fan dump me, Tang Wan?

Already feeling the effects of the alcohol, Tang Wan didn't realize that the image of Lin Xuan was completely absent from her mind.

"It's not the alcohol that makes people drunk, it's people themselves! Hello, beautiful lady, can you give me a chance to buy you a drink?"

Tang Wan couldn't remember how many people had tried to hit on her already. She just wanted to quietly drink her wine alone. She turned her head to look at this man who was around forty years old and dressed in designer brands. Tang Wan frowned and asked, "Do you have an annual salary of six figures? A watch worth over one million? Relatives at the deputy director level? Do I lack a cup of wine from you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and turned away. He could sense from her tone that this woman was not asking him but telling him that she had all those things herself.

After getting rid of one person who tried to hit on her, Tang Wan was preparing to leave when another person came to hit on her. He was probably twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed very trendy, with his hair dyed white and wearing glasses without frames. This person was not as gentlemanly as the middle-aged uncle. Without saying a word, he tried to make a move. Tang Wan frowned and dodged, then picked up her phone and prepared to leave.

The social delinquent wouldn't easily let go of such a beautiful flower. He spread his arms to block Tang Wan's path, his gaze scanning her up and down with a vulgar smile.

"Give me some face, sister. My friends are watching. Isn't this a bit rude? You should come over and have a drink. It's lonely drinking alone. How could an old man understand the world of young people? Sister, your legs look so good. Do you mind if I touch them?"

"Get lost."

Tang Wan spoke and splashed the wine in her cup onto the face of the young delinquent. The middle-aged uncle who was preparing to leave from a distance saw this and sat down on a chair nearby. He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to rescue the beautiful woman.

Completely losing face, the young delinquent stopped pretending and cursed, "Bitch!" He raised his hand, ready to hit her, but his hand didn't fall. His wrist was grabbed by someone. A fat man appeared beside the delinquent.

Very fat, indeed.

He was not tall, about one meter seventy-five, but his weight was nearly two hundred and thirty pounds. The fat man looked adorable. He grabbed the delinquent's hand and said with a cold smile, "Zhang Haowei, do you want to be carried out of here if you hit someone? Not everyone is someone you can touch, you know?"

Zhang Haowei's friends from a distance also noticed the commotion here and stood up to come forward. But the little fat man didn't even glance at them. He grabbed Zhang Haowei's arm and threw him to one side, then smiled gently at Tang Wan.

"Sister-in-law, why did you come here alone?"

At this point, Tang Wan, who was already drunk, looked at the little fat man with a confused expression. She tilted her head and asked curiously, "Jiang Fan's brother?"

"Yes, we are good brothers who play together. My surname is Ma. You can call me Kexin. The bar is co-owned by my aunt's sister and someone else. I'm often here. Did you drive here, sister-in-law? It's not very safe at this late hour. It wouldn't be good if these guys play tricks. I just called Jiang Fan. He should be here soon. Want to wait?"

"Jiang Fan is coming?"

Tang Wan didn't know why she felt panicked. She staggered and wanted to leave the bar. Why is it that the more she didn't want to see this guy, the more she couldn't get rid of him? Tang Wan wanted to leave, but Zhang Haowei's friends definitely wouldn't agree. They were arguing and demanding an explanation. Ma Kexin grabbed a chair and pointed at the troublemakers, scolding them, "Don't push your luck. Do you really think I won't hit you guys? Huazai, go upstairs and tell them to stop playing. Some people want to cause trouble here."

Everyone knew each other in this circle. Zhang Haowei and his group also knew the behavior of Kexin's friends. After giving Kexin a look, they were about to leave. At this time, Kexin spoke again, "My sister-in-law's uncle is from the public security bureau in our city. Don't think about scratching her car to vent your anger. Can you AA players at the bar afford to pay for it?"

Realizing that they had provoked someone important, everyone felt a little scared and left without saying a word. The middle-aged uncle in the distance was disappointed that there was no opportunity for a heroic rescue of the beautiful woman, but he didn't leave in haste. He wanted to see who this man of the "lily" was.

Tang Wan leaned against the wall and tried to leave. Kexin maintained a distance and followed her, not offering support and not allowing others to get close, including women.

He was the only one among all of Jiang Fan's friends who knew about Tang Wan's background. Everything on his sister-in-law was valuable.

When Tang Wan stumbled and was about to walk out of the bar, she collided with a man who had just entered. He caught her in a princess hug. Ma Kexin turned around with a grin and left. The people in the bar who were watching the commotion also understood that the woman's man had arrived.

"You can drink? And you drove here? Did you plan to drive back if Kexin didn't notice? And you came to this kind of place. If Kexin wasn't here today, have you thought about what would happen to you? Huh? What's the use of covering your face?"

Tang Wan, who was held in Jiang Fan's princess hug, covered her face with both hands and didn't want Jiang Fan to see her appearance. Jiang Fan was too lazy to say anything more to her. He turned around and was about to leave the bar when the middle-aged man stood in front of him and said softly, "You can't take her away. I'm responsible for this girl's safety."

Jiang Fan, who was originally ready to take a shower and go to bed, had rushed here upon hearing that Tang Wan was at the bar. Seeing this woman drunk made him even more angry. Now someone was blocking his way?

Jiang Fan looked at the middle-aged man with a frown and said coldly, "Does it matter to you that I'm taking my wife home? Do you need to be responsible for my wife's safety? We're all men. Don't act too virtuous in this kind of place."

The middle-aged man didn't get angry. He smiled faintly and said, "Who can prove that she's your woman?"

Jiang Fan looked down at the cunning smile on Tang Wan's lips in his arms, and he also smiled. He took out the divorce certificate from his pocket and threw it at the middle-aged man.

"Even as an ex-husband, I'm much safer than you, a stranger, right? And keep your eyes on me. You don't need to look at other places."

"Oh, so you were once a couple. Sorry about that, brother. Here's my business card. I hope we can be friends."

"Forget it. Even though we're divorced, I don't want anyone to disturb my ex-wife. If you really want to help, pick up the divorce certificate for me."

Just as they stepped out of the bar, Tang Wan, who had caught a breeze, vomited all over Jiang Fan's clothes. At this moment, Jiang Fan felt like he was going to collapse. He gritted his teeth and angrily said, "I should take you to Mom right now and let her know that you came to the bar and got drunk right after we divorced! Give me the car keys!"

Tang Wan looked at Jiang Fan in a daze and struggled to shout, "It's my mom, not your mom."

"Should I take you back to your mom's place? Didn't you bring your house keys with you? Tang Wan, did you not plan to go home?"

Jiang Fan was getting angry, really angry.

Tang Wan hid in Jiang Fan's arms like a child who had made a mistake. Not long after, Jiang Fan heard a choked voice.

"Jiang Fan, I don't have a home anymore. My mom sold my house."