Han Wanwan was pulling Nangong Yang as they stood at the bar’s entrance. Nangong Yang was like she’d been frozen in place, eyes wide, mouth hanging open for several seconds. Han Wanwan waved her hand in front of her eyes.

"Nangong Yang, what’s wrong? Come on, let’s go in." With that, Han Wanwan strode inside with big steps. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Nangong Yang hurried forward and grabbed her. "Are you sure? In your condition right now, this kind of place really isn’t suitable."

What Han Wanwan was doing in a fit of anger right now was honestly beyond words!

She yanked on Han Wanwan with all her strength, but was afraid that if Wanwan stumbled something might happen, so she didn’t dare use too much force.

Han Wanwan was stuck there, puffing her cheeks and glaring at her. "You just don’t want to let me feel better, do you? And at this hour there aren’t many people, nothing will happen."

"That’s not it, it’s just this kind of place really isn’t for you!"

"Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care!" Han Wanwan shook off my hand and started acting like a spoiled kid.

In the end, she couldn’t win against her, so she had no choice but to agree.

Once inside the bar, Han Wanwan went straight to the bar counter and sat down. "Hey, handsome, a glass of whiskey!"

Was Han Wanwan out of her mind?!

Standing behind her, Nangong Yang waved frantically at the bartender. "Juice! Juice!" She kept gesturing silently at him!

The bartender was quick on the uptake and handed over a glass of orange juice. She gave him a thumbs up, and then sat down as well, ordering a cocktail. The cocktails at this bar were honestly on point—amazing!

It was Huang Puchen who had first brought her here. Later she introduced Han Wanwan to the place, and Wanwan fell in love with it on her very first visit.

"I want whiskey!" Han Wanwan stared at the orange juice the bartender handed over.

Right now the music in the bar was too soft to drown out Han Wanwan’s howl, drawing other people’s attention over to us.

Nangong Yang tugged on Han Wanwan and quietly pointed at her belly. "If you want this one to be healthy in the future, then be good and listen."

Han Wanwan was struck speechless for a second. She subconsciously touched her stomach, then sat down obediently, her other hand wrapped around the glass, zoning out.

The bartender hadn’t been here long and wasn’t familiar with Han Wanwan yet. Nangong Yang, on the other hand, had come a few times with Huang Puchen and had gotten friendly with him, but right now he was too busy to chat with her.

She looked around. She had to admit this was really a great place to kill time. Only at midnight did its arrogance truly come out—but she had never seen that side of it. Huang Puchen never allowed her to come to a bar at midnight. There were only a few people on the dance floor at the moment; the people in the pit were dancing in pairs to the gentle music, some dance she didn’t recognize. Nangong Yang casually picked up her glass and drained it in one go, her eyes on the dance floor while her phone rang over and over in her pocket.

Before long, after three drinks, she called out to Han Wanwan and then headed for the bathroom.

Not long after, a short, fat, sleazy-looking guy waddled over to Han Wanwan, laid a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Hey little girl, how come you’re alone? Let big brother keep you company?"

"Get lost!" Han Wanwan slapped away the filthy hand on her shoulder, in a foul mood.

"Yo, someone’s got a temper. Drinking juice won’t cool you down, you know." As he spoke, his hand started groping all over her back.

Han Wanwan shot up from the stool, and slapped the sleazy guy across the face, hard! Then she planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Try touching me again, you fucker!"

The sleazy guy covered his face and froze for quite a while. "You bitch! You dare hit me? You must be tired of living!" He raised his hand, ready to strike.

"Go on, try hitting me!" Han Wanwan yanked down her puffy coat, revealing the bulging belly hidden underneath.

Seeing this, the bartender hurried out to find Nangong Yang. She had just come out of the bathroom and ran smack into him.

"Sis, bad news, your friend is fighting with President Peng."

"What?" Nangong Yang sprinted over. By now, a small crowd had gathered around to watch the drama.

The sleazy guy took one look at Han Wanwan’s belly and gave a contemptuous smirk. "Oh, she’s even got a bun in the oven! Makes it even more fun for big brother!" With that, his raised hand came swinging down.

Terrified, Han Wanwan covered her head with both hands and screamed. The sleazy guy’s hand froze mid-air, caught in a vise-like grip by Nangong Yang. When the slap didn’t land, Han Wanwan cracked one eye open, and when she saw it was her, she quickly hid behind Nangong Yang.

"Yo, there’s another one. Perfect. I’ll just take you both!" The sleazy guy tried to yank his arm back out of her grip.

"You must have eaten a leopard’s gall to be this bold." Nangong Yang tightened her grip on his arm and gave him a clean over-the-shoulder throw. That whole lump of flesh slammed solidly onto the floor with a dull thud.

The onlookers started whooping and hollering! The sleazy guy staggered to his feet, looked around, and pointed at Nangong Yang. "You just wait for me!" Then he slunk off with his tail between his legs.

Han Wanwan walked over and threw an arm around her shoulder. "Hmph! Good thing he knew to run! Nangong Yang, that over-the-shoulder throw just now was so badass!"

"My dear auntie, can you please stop making me worry?"

She turned to settle the bill, but Han Wanwan clung to her. "Let’s play a bit longer. With a master like you here I’m not scared at all."

Nangong Yang didn’t want to respond to her. Han Wanwan added, "Then wait till I finish this orange juice and we’ll go."

"..."

Watching Han Wanwan sip her orange juice at a snail’s pace, ten minutes passed and she’d only gotten through a third of it. Helpless, Nangong Yang asked the bartender for a Hemingway and started drinking slowly as well.

The bartender wasn’t busy now, so he came over to chat with me. He was actually younger than me, a student at some university, working part-time here. We’d only really clicked because we ran into each other at a local Taekwondo exchange meet—that’s how we actually got familiar.

Huang Puchen had always thought the bartender might be into her, and ordered that she was not allowed to come here alone without his permission. Thinking about it now was hilarious. She’d even asked Huang Puchen if he was jealous, and he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Sis, I’m really sorry about just now. Our boss has a strict rule that we’re not allowed to get involved in conflicts between customers," the bartender explained.

"It’s fine. I can handle little stuff like that." She understood how tough life was for a student with a part-time job.

"Sis, is your friend pregnant?"

"You could tell?"

"Yeah. Do you want me to go ask if we can turn the music down a little?"

"No need, thank you. We’ll be leaving in a bit." His cute expression made her laugh. "Do you have a girlfriend at school?" The bartender ducked his head shyly, blushing all the way to his ears.

"So do you or don’t you?" Damn, a big strapping guy acting this bashful.

The bartender lifted his head, his face full of happiness—and in the blink of an eye it turned into terror.

Watching his expression change like a magic trick, she said, "Well, do you or don’t you? No need to be this scared, right?"

The bartender pointed behind her. Curious, Nangong Yang turned around.

"That’s her!" The sleazy guy pointed at Nangong Yang and shouted.

Three or four huge fat men in shades were standing beside him, all with big faces and greasy ears. Nangong Yang let out a cold snort in her heart.