The second phone call was to Bo Tingyuan.
“Tingyuan, come to Secret Clubhouse.”
Unlike Bai Shixun, Young Master Bo did not spout any nonsense.
Twenty minutes later, a tall figure in a light gray suit appeared at the door of the private room.
Mu Yichen heard his footsteps, but he did not even raise his head. Instead, he kept his head low as he continued to pour himself a full glass of wine and sip it slowly.
Bo Tingyuan could not help but raise his eyebrows.
He thought it was another one of those hang out sessions of the brothers when he received the phone call, so he never expected to see Mu Yichen here alone when he arrived.
What was more, Mu Yichen of all people was the one deadset on getting himself drunk.
With great curiosity, Bo Tingyuan sat down opposite of Mu Yichen as he watched the man silently gulping down one glass after another.
Even though Mu Yichen was the one who called him over, he did not even say a single word to Bo Tingyuan, completely treating him as a mere backdrop.
Looking at the gradually increasing bottles on the table, Bo Tingyuan finally spoke, “If you keep this up, Shixun is going to get anxious, these are all his treasured wine collection!”
Mu Yichen answered, “What good is he as a brother if he isn’t even willing to share a few bottles of wine?”
Bo Tingyuan pressed down on the back of Mu Yichen’s hand as he saw him trying to reach for another bottle. “That’s enough. What’s going on with you? Judging by the way you look now… Did you get dumped?”
“I got dumped?”
Hearing this, Mu Yichen briefly stunned before scoffing right after, “How am I supposed to get dumped when I wasn’t even in love in the first place?”
Bo Tingyuan smiled. “That might not be the case, right? Can you truly admit that Luo Chenxin doesn’t have anything to do with you drinking here alone?”
Mu Yichen sneered. “So what if it does? As expected of that d*mned woman, she hasn’t changed at all! I should’ve listened to you guys from the start—fix the conditions and rules so that she will know her place, so that she won’t get ahead of herself!”
Bo Tingyuan frowned, “What happened?”
Mu Yichen briefly told him about all that had happened.
Before he finished, Bo Tingyuan expressed a surprised look.
“Yichen, you’re not… in love with Luo Chenxin, are you?”
Mu Yichen’s face instantly turned cold, and his deep black eyes filled with rage.
“Are you kidding me? Me? In love with that kind of woman? I’m treating her well for Tang Tang’s sake. I don’t want to upset my daughter.”
Mu Yichen instantly denied it without any hesitation.
Bo Tingyuan continued to ask, “If that’s the case, then… Luo Chenxin has already agreed to spend a night with you in exchange for that project. Why didn’t you jump on it? Weren’t you the one who came up with the deal in the first place?”
Hearing this, Mu Yichen’s body instantly stiffened for a brief moment.
The scene of the woman lying on the sofa appeared in his mind once again. With a resigned look on her face, she shut her eyes tightly as she softly muttered these words—”Suit yourself”.
The temperature in the room seemed to have risen by a few degrees.
He swallowed dryly as he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m a germaphobe! Do you take me for a man like that playboy, Bai Shixun? How can I share a night with a filthy woman who’s only fawning over me for money?”
“Is that so? Be careful not to regret your stubborn words,” said Bo Tingyuan.
He was already regretting it!
Why on earth did he have run off and come out here alone when the delicate, fragrant warmth of a beauty was right within his reach?
He could have slept with that d*mned woman first, then choose to break his end of the deal as he pleased after that. There was nothing that she could have done anyway.
Mu Yichen had the entire situation within his grasp.
So, what the h*ll was he thinking just now?
It was not like he never slept with women who willingly offered their body to him before.
Mu Yichen swept a glance at Bo Tingyuan. “What’s this? Are you trying to be a counselor for love matters? Who are you to lecture me about love when you’re about to get a divorce yourself?”
Bo Tingyuan felt a pinch of salt getting sprayed on his wound, his face instantly turned pale.
Then, he shook his head. “Forget it, it’s fine if you don’t want to listen. Let’s drink.”
Bo Tingyuan took the initiative to open another bottle of wine and poured a glass for Mu Yichen and himself, then he began drinking without saying a word.
