Gently bite the jasmine

Duan Mingxuan lay sprawled on the bar sofa with his eyes half-open, clutching a bottle of liquor and babbling the name "Lin Xi".

Yu Lang is numb.

"Young Master, let me take you to bed."

Despite reeking of alcohol, Duan Mingxuan refused, so Yu Lang immediately called someone over to carry him to the lounge.

Thinking he could have some fun too, he left the VIP box.

He looked up and saw Zhang Mo.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Mo smiled and said, "I came here with some friends."

Yu Lang wasn't fooled. To be honest, he'd seen plenty of women like that.

"You probably came with Mingxuan, right? Didn't you two break up?"

Zhang Mo: "Does breaking up mean we can never meet again?"

Yu Lang lit a cigarette, slowly raised his head, and suddenly asked, "I heard you didn't want the car Mingxuan bought for you, nor did you want the breakup fee?"

Zhang Mo smiled sadly: "You might not believe it, but at first I only saw that he was rich. But after spending time with him, I found that apart from his bad temper, he was actually a good person in every way. As a boyfriend, he was pretty good. He was willing to come and solve any problems instead of simply throwing money at them."

Yu Lang, a man of few words, wouldn't let her into Duan Mingxuan's private room just because of a few words. He simply smiled, his meaning ambiguous.

Zhang Mo was secretly annoyed, but didn't show it on her face.

Yu Lang's intention to send her away was quite clear. Zhang Mo glanced at the door of the private room out of the corner of her eye and made up her mind.

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Liang Yutong and Lin Xi sat in the last row of the van, their faces almost touching.

Liang Yutong asked in a low voice, "Is your older brother really going to take us to his private club?"

Lin Xi laughed and said, "Aren't you already sitting in the car?"

It's no wonder Liang Yutong was surprised, as Duan Yiheng's private club is not open to the public and is quite different from entertainment venues where assets are acquired through memberships.

Duan Yiheng usually uses this place for business, and this is the first time he's brought Lin Xi there for fun.

The club is located at No. 1 North District, and it was a gift from the old man to Duan Yiheng for his eighteenth birthday.

This is actually a manor villa covering an area of ​​52 acres.

The van entered the gate, and all that could be seen was greenery; the main building complex was nowhere to be seen.

The vehicle circled half of the artificial lake and drove slowly for another ten minutes or so before finally arriving at the main building of the white building complex.

Duan Yiheng got out of the car first, waited behind the door, raised his arm, and lightly clenched his fist.

Liang Yutong hadn't expected Duan Yiheng to be such a gentleman. She lightly touched his arm and jumped down without waiting.

Yes, that's right, it's jumping.

Lin Xi hurriedly called out from behind, "You jumped like this once too, and your legs went weak and you knelt down in front of the driver, don't you remember?"

Liang Yutong wished she could shut her up, but when she turned around, she saw Duan Yiheng loosen his fist, palm up, and hand it to Lin Xi.

Lin Xi is from the South and is petite, unlike Liang Yutong who is tall.

Compared to the bulky and tall commercial vehicles, they seem somewhat insignificant.

She smiled and thanked Duan Yiheng, then placed her hand in his palm.

Duan Yiheng tightened his grip and led her down.

Lin Xi was still reminding Liang Yutong when he lost his footing and slipped off the edge of the pedal.

"Be careful." Duan Yiheng reacted quickly and grabbed her.

"Hahahaha..." Liang Yutong mocked mercilessly, "You told me to be careful, but you fell first."

Lin Xi was so embarrassed that he was thirty kilometers away, his face turning bright red.

Duan Yiheng suppressed a laugh and told her to stand properly.

Lin Xi tugged at his clothes and had just stood up when several deep, powerful roars came from all directions.

A black Bugatti, a red Ferrari, and a green McLaren.

Lin Xi glanced at Duan Yiheng's Lexus LM, which seemed out of place.

Mu Zhao got out of the car, tossed her long black hair back, and greeted Lin Xi with a smile: "Oh, little sister's here!"

Mu Shuo chimed in promptly, "Brother, your younger brother is still here. Why are you randomly claiming a younger sister?"

Lin Xi was surprised to see Mu Shuo, and nodded with a smile.

But a question lingered in his mind: Didn't he used to hang out with Duan Mingxuan?

Mu Shuo greeted Duan Yiheng, walked over to Liang Yutong's side, and stopped.

Two young men, who looked about the same age as Duan Yiheng, got out of the McLaren.

Lin Xi did indeed know them; one was Duan Yiheng's cousin, Meng Huaishan, and the other was Meng Huaishan's childhood friend, Zhou Li.

Of course, because of Meng Huaishan, Zhou Li and Duan Yiheng are also good friends.

Once everyone had arrived, Mu Zhao asked Meng Huaishan, "Who else has come?"

He himself would not bring people over without Duan Yiheng's consent; only Meng Huaishan would dare to do so because of his status.

All eyes were drawn to the red Ferrari.

The car door lifted up, and a pair of long legs emerged from the vehicle, followed by the appearance of an overly bright and flamboyant face.

"Hello." The man nodded slightly, his expression indifferent. "I am Tan Qi."

Lin Xi subconsciously looked at Duan Yiheng. Wasn't that the granddaughter-in-law that her grandfather had taken a liking to?

Liang Yutong nudged Lin Xi's arm: "Don't you think her demeanor is familiar?"

Lin Xi shook her head: "You know him?"

Liang Yutong glanced at Duan Yiheng out of the corner of her eye: "Don't you think this Miss Tan is a carbon copy of Duan Yiheng?"

Reminded by her words, Lin Xi looked at Tan Qi again and realized that it was indeed true.

Lin Xi imagined that if these two got married, the air temperature would drop by two degrees.

Duan Yiheng glanced at Meng Huaishan, who shrugged, looking completely innocent.

As the owner of the manor, I must treat these guests well since they have come to visit.

It was lunchtime, and everyone followed Duan Yiheng to the restaurant on the first floor.

The restaurant was large, with one large and one small round table. Since there were fewer than ten of them, they went to the small round table for easier conversation.

Even so, the seats were still sparsely occupied.

Since they were all of the same generation, there was no need for formalities. Duan Yiheng sat down next to Lin Xi, but to his surprise, Tan Qi was not at all awkward and sat on his other side.

Liang Yutong pursed her lips, her eyes darting around, and nudged Lin Xi's knee under the table with a gossipy, spectator-like expression.

Lin Xi caught Meng Huaishan winking at Duan Yiheng out of the corner of her eye, and a guess formed in her mind.

Today is probably not only Duan Yiheng's birthday, but also his blind date day.

Since it was just the two of them and they were worried about feeling awkward, they decided to take advantage of the birthday to invite a group of people over for a get-together, which would also help to start a conversation.

Lin Xi awkwardly raised her hand, the back of her hand brushing against the tip of her nose.

She had no prior connection with Duan Yiheng in her daily life, and she would never have come to his private club if she hadn't argued with Duan Mingxuan.

On such an important day, Duan Yiheng was still able to take care of her feelings, which shows that he is not the cold and distant person he appears to be.

He was like warmth hidden beneath the ice, gentle and serene.

Lin Xi would naturally be happy for him if he could find a good marriage.

The waiters in the restaurant came forward to pour aperitifs for the seated people.

Lin Xi enjoyed watching the fine bubbles of champagne swirl and rise with the liquid, unaware that Duan Yiheng's gaze was fixed on her delicate, white fingertips.

Because of Tan Qi's unexpected turn of events, Mu Zhao, who is usually very talkative, didn't speak up easily.

As the person who brought Tan Qi along, Meng Huaishan naturally had to maintain a good atmosphere at the table.

The conversation started with work, then shifted to personal matters.

Everyone present was unmarried and showed some interest in the topic of marriage.

Tan Qi flicked her wrist, and her flute cup clinked against Duan Yiheng's cup, drawing everyone's attention.

Ignoring the stares gathering around her, Tan Qi stared at Duan Yiheng's profile and asked softly:

"Mr. Duan, happy birthday! Turning thirty is a milestone, but I wonder if you have any plans to get married?"