Chapter 17: What Do You Mean "Good"? I've Always Been a Good Citizen!

Lin Beifan brought Liu Rumei and Ye Xingchen to a newly opened bar.

The owner was a wealthy second-generation heir and one of Lin Beifan's friends.

Since the bar had just opened, it was packed with customers. There were promotions, flashing lights, and a crowd of wild partygoers dancing to deafening music. The whole scene was chaotic and electrifying.

At that moment, a heavy hand landed on Lin Beifan's shoulder.

A loud voice followed.

"Haha! Brother, you're finally here! I invited you so many times, but you kept ditching me! Where have you been enjoying yourself lately, huh? Ignoring even your good brother!"

The man grinned and tightened his grip.

"If you don't give me a good explanation, don't even think about leaving tonight! I'll get you wasted, and then find some beautiful women to take care of you!"

The speaker was He Xiuwen, the owner of the bar.

His real name was He Wenxuan, but he had long since dropped out of school. His speech was crude, and he spent his days drinking and partying.

He had money, so he opened this bar purely for his own amusement.

Despite his flaws, he had one redeeming quality: loyalty.

In the original timeline, after Lin Beifan went insane, He Xiuwen was the only one who stood by him.

He arranged for him to be admitted to a top-tier psychiatric hospital, covered all expenses, and visited him every three days.

Because of this, Lin Beifan repaid his kindness in his past life, helping him break into the entertainment industry and become a valuable ally.

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Back to the present.

Lin Beifan sighed helplessly. "I've been busy with romance these days. No time to hang out!"

He Xiuwen was shocked. "You? In love?! Which woman is so special that even you have to put in effort? For you, isn't it just a matter of waving your hand and reeling them in?"

Lin Beifan chuckled. "Song Yuqing, the president of Song Hospital."

He Xiuwen was even more stunned. "Damn! One of the two golden flowers of Demon Sea City?! She's the dream woman of countless men! If people knew you were dating her, their hearts would shatter!"

His eyes twinkled with curiosity. "So? How far have you gotten? Have you slept together yet?"

Lin Beifan scowled in disdain. "Vulgar! Our relationship is pure and beautiful! How can you use the word 'sleep'?"

He Xiuwen burst out laughing. "Pure? Beautiful? Stop bullshitting! Isn't dating all about that?"

Lin Beifan shook his head. "There's no reasoning with someone as vulgar as you."

He Xiuwen took a drag from his cigarette, squinting. "So what? You're planning to be a 'good guy' now?"

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'good'? I've always been a good citizen!"

He Xiuwen snorted. "Bullshit! You were the one who pulled me into this lifestyle, and now you're acting all innocent while I'm still stuck in it? And you have the audacity to call yourself a good citizen?"

Then he smirked. "Fine, fine! If you really manage to win over Song Yuqing, I'll give you a big red envelope! Let's see how good you really are!"

Just then, he noticed the two people standing beside Lin Beifan.

"By the way, who are these two?"

Lin Beifan introduced them. "This is Liu Rumei, my secretary—arranged by my father. And this is Ye Xingchen, my bodyguard. He's extremely skilled in combat. They're both good friends of mine."

He Xiuwen clapped his hands. "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine! You guys should come here more often!"

He led them to a VIP seating area with the best view of the stage performances.

Several young models were already sitting there, sipping cocktails.

The moment they saw Lin Beifan, their eyes lit up.

"Young Master Lin! Young Master He! You're finally here!" They swarmed toward them with sugary smiles.

Lin Beifan instantly waved them off. "Go to him. I don't need any women."

He Xiuwen laughed loudly. "See that? He's got standards now! He doesn't want just any pretty face—he's aiming for something higher!"

Then, he casually draped an arm around one of the models and leaned back on the plush sofa.

"Alright, everyone, relax! Drink whatever you like—everything's on me tonight!"

Lin Beifan also nodded. "Go ahead, make yourselves comfortable."

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Meanwhile, Liu Rumei scanned the room with a frown.

She didn't want to sit too close to He Xiuwen—he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, which was unpleasant.

She also didn't want to sit near the young models—they were too delicate, too artificial, and she found their shameless flirting disgusting.

After a brief hesitation, she chose to sit next to Lin Beifan.

The two were so close that she could feel his warmth.

Liu Rumei's face flushed slightly, and she quickly added, "Don't overthink it! I just didn't want to sit near them!"

Lin Beifan smirked. "I understand. I'll order some drinks for you."

Liu Rumei huffed. "Hmph! At least you have some conscience!"

Lin Beifan: "..."

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As for Ye Xingchen, he didn't sit down at all.

Instead, he stood directly behind Lin Beifan, acting like an unwavering guardian.

He Xiuwen raised an eyebrow. "Brother, why are you just standing there? Come on, take a seat! Do you think this place isn't safe or something?"

Lin Beifan also spoke up. "Xingchen, sit down. This is Brother He's place—it's perfectly safe. You've been with me all day; you must be exhausted. Relax a little and have a drink."

Ye Xingchen hesitated briefly before responding, "Yes, President Lin."

Then, he finally took a seat nearby.

And so, the wild night continued…