Chapter 538: Really Thinks of Himself as a Bandit

“Yes, there’s a required class at 8:30 and an elective class at 10,”

After pondering for a moment, Bo Yanching said, “You should go tomorrow, it’s very late now, you need to get back and rest.”

Nan Jiaojiao thought that a night’s delay wouldn’t cause any trouble.

Moreover, only Bo Yanching was close to Qianqian; it would be better for him to go alone to avoid being distracted by having to take care of her while pacifying the child.

“Alright, then be careful on your way back.”

“Han Chuan is driving, I’ll sit in the back, don’t worry,” Bo Yanching squeezed her palm, then turned his head to call Yaen Chi, “You take Jiaojiao home.”

Yaen Chi spread out his cards and shrugged, “Brother Yan is the one telling me to go, not me shirking.”

He happily stood up, asking Nan Jiaojiao if there was anything she wanted to bring with her.

After asking, he picked up a few boxes of pastries and left.

Loo Jinyang and Huo Linxi exchanged glances and then simultaneously looked at Yaen Chi’s set of cards.

Lousy!

“Holy shit!

Brother Chi, if this isn’t being shady, then what is?

You’re having bad luck tonight, what’s the big deal letting us win a bit?

When else could we get the chance?

And you actually ran off!”

Yaen Chi silently quickened his pace, from the corridor to the elevator, wishing he could fly.

Inside room 906.

The lights were bright.

On the sofa, on the carpet, sat quite a number of people.

No one dared to speak; they didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly as they watched a segment being replayed over and over on TV.

The classical Chinese dance Chu Yao performed at the Golden Deer Award.

At first, some thought Brother Qi had taken a liking to Chu Yao and made a fuss about it, only to be slapped several times on the head by Han Qi.

They meditated deep into their minds, a depth untapped in their lifetimes, to consider, to observe, and ultimately they realized that from beginning to end Brother Qi’s gaze was fixed on the mysterious woman playing the zither.

So they watched it over and over again, masochistically; they watched it in rewind, from the start, and especially the scene where the zither-playing woman seemed to cough blood.

How many times they watched, they couldn’t say, but a bunch of grown men nearly had it memorized.

“So, um, Brother Qi—”

Qi Heng scratched his head, “Who is this woman?

If you really like her, I can ask around and invite her here to have a drink with you?”

Han Qi was perched firmly at the center spot, the glass of red wine in his hand untasted for over an hour, almost spoiling.

He chuckled coolly, “Invite her?

As if you’re worthy.

You really think you’re some kind of warlord.”

Qi Heng choked, just a woman playing the zither, after all.

As long as she caught the eye, with some extra money, who wouldn’t be willing?

That’s how they’d always done it.

“Then what do you propose we do, just watch all night?”

Han Qi coolly fixed his gaze on him.

Qi Heng immediately shrank back, “It’s…

um, really nice.

Oh no, I mean beautiful to listen to, truly God-given,”

They, mere mortals, couldn’t appreciate it.

“Forget it, talking about art with you all is an insult to the little fairy.”

Han Qi put down the wine glass and stood up, shaking out the wrinkles in his trouser legs.

“I’m leaving.”

The bunch stood up in an instant, all respects observed as they saw him out.

“Brother Qi, are you just stepping out for some air or not coming back?”

Han Qi waved his hand: “Not coming back.”

“Alright then, Brother Qi, take it easy, Brother Qi, have a good sleep, Brother Qi, goodnight.”

Han Qi sneered, “Whose ass are you kissing?

Put it on my tab, I’ll pay for it.”

Cheering erupted in the room, loud enough to lift a roof.

Han Qi shut the door firmly behind him, enjoying the sudden quiet.

He wasn’t in a hurry; either way, he had nothing to do when he got back, just taking his time to sober up a bit.

Just before turning a corner, he caught a glimpse of Nan Jiaojiao’s figure and thought he was mistaken.

He stared at that silhouette a little longer, which was identical to her posture while playing the zither.