God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 272 - 292: With Style (9th Update)

Fang Yi never thought of himself as a sentimental person; when he used to kill people, he saw himself as decisive, brutal, and cold-blooded, his hands stained with blood and unworthy of falling in love with someone.

But now, Fang Yi had finally confirmed that he too had such a sentimental side.

I love you. freeweɓnovel-cøm

These three words are easy for couples to say, but Fang Yi had never told anyone "I love you," and no one had ever told him.

And now, Fang Yi had said it, to Xia Ziqi.

Xia Ziqi, hearing these words, froze like a statue, her pretty face filled with surprise, as if an arrow had shot straight into her heart.

To be precise, Xia Ziqi was entirely unprepared, and she never expected Fang Yi to say these three words to her.

No one had ever said those words to her.

But now, someone had.

And that person, at this moment, was holding her so tenderly.

The tenderness left Xia Ziqi at a loss.

Xia Ziqi pursed her lips and remained silent, the relentless drumming of rain in her ears. She had originally thought the rain was a wonderful thing, but at that moment, it suddenly became incredibly irritating, because the chaotic sound of the rain prevented her from calming down to think.

Facing those tender eyes, Xia Ziqi hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "But I... I’ve been married before."

"But you’re divorced now."

"I am no longer pure."

"I don’t care," Fang Yi said.

Xia Ziqi fell silent again. How could a man truly not care whether a woman was a virgin or not?

Perhaps sensing Xia Ziqi’s thoughts, Fang Yi smiled faintly and said,

"Let’s put it this way; as a man, I might have a virginity complex. I used to not believe in stuff like love because I thought it was nonsense! But once love arrives, it’s indescribable and inexplicable. Asking me to give you up is impossible. How can one be heartless if one isn’t a plant? Since I’ve fallen for you, caring about that becomes meaningless. It’s not like I can’t love you just because you’re not a virgin, right? There’s no such law anyway."

Xia Ziqi remained silent, then threw out a heavy bombshell, "And what about Miss Shen?"

The question struck Fang Yi like a bolt from the blue, leaving him stunned.

Xia Ziqi sighed and said, "I knew it; you couldn’t possibly love only me. A man as outstanding as you must have many women who like you, and you can’t be limited to just me. I might be a bit slow, but I’m not a complete fool."

Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, "I..."

Xia Ziqi said, "The rain has stopped."

Somehow, the rain had ceased, and the summer showers had come and gone swiftly.

Fang Yi didn’t want to let go of Xia Ziqi, but he knew he had to; indeed, he couldn’t possibly have only Xia Ziqi in his life—there was Bai Jingjing to consider, too. Who could guarantee that he would remain absolutely faithful in the future?

As for dumping Bai Jingjing, sorry, Fang Yi just couldn’t do it.

In modern society, monogamy is the law, but who said men couldn’t have multiple wives and concubines? Like those high officials and rich folks, who doesn’t have multiple wives and mistresses?

To be frank, Fang Yi was not a truly good person, nor did he want to give up anyone.

He couldn’t give up Bai Jingjing, and it was even less possible to give up Xia Ziqi.

Just like Fang Yi said earlier, emotions really can’t be rationalized.

If it didn’t work out now, they would just have to take it slow; Fang Yi had plenty of confidence.

The rain had stopped, and Fang Yi pushed the bicycle out of the pavilion, Xia Ziqi didn’t act distant and sat on the back seat again.

"I won’t give up on you," Fang Yi said.

"You... don’t be so stubborn."

"Stubborn or thick-skinned, either way, I’ve got you figured out for life," Fang Yi said, his words carrying an air of unreasonable dominance.

But sometimes, men really do need to be this dominant.

Xia Ziqi remained silent, not continuing the conversation.

At that moment, Xia Ziqi’s emotions were a whirlwind of complexity.

...

...

That day, Fang Yi received a call from Ying Zheng, inviting him to a new entertainment venue he had just opened.

Since he was just loafing around at home, bored, Fang Yi decided to check it out, especially since Ying Zheng was footing the bill – it’d be a waste not to go.

Most importantly, Ying Zheng had mentioned on the phone that the club was filled with beautiful women, and Fang Yi couldn’t pass that up.

So, Fang Yi got on his old Phoenix bicycle and headed straight for the entertainment venue.

The club was located at Six-Eye Bridge, which in itself was a street full of bars, where the area was swamped with drinking establishments; come nightfall, it buzzed with a carnivalesque mixture of lights and liquor.

Besides that, the bustling vibe of Six-Eye Bridge was evident.

Handsome men and beautiful women weaved through the streets, and each bar boasted a brightly lit sign. Not only ordinary personal cars, but also luxury cars were a common sight here, as most people who came were in pursuit of pleasure.

But for someone like Fang Yi to roll up on a Phoenix bicycle in search of fun – that certainly stood out as awkward, even outlandish.

Just think about it, while others might not arrive in luxury cars to pick up girls, they at least had four wheels; Fang Yi, on the other hand, was there with his two-wheeler looking to score, if that wasn’t bizarre.

However, Fang Yi didn’t care about such things. He was looking for a bar named Red Mill.

"Hey, Fang Yi, over here, over here..." At the entrance of the bar, a chubby guy was waving at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

Fang Yi cycled over and glanced at the guy, saying, "How much have you drunk?"

Song Wuliang chuckled and replied, "Just a bit."

This guy was shameless like that, but Fang Yi didn’t consider himself a saint either; if he were at a chaotic bar, he’d also dive in to take advantage. Men, after all, went to bars primarily for the perks, about ninety percent of the time.

Looking at the smiling Song Wuliang, Fang Yi asked, "When are you going to the military?"

Song Wuliang handed over a cigarette and lit it for Fang Yi, saying, "In a couple of days."

Fang Yi nodded and took a puff.

Song Wuliang’s gaze dropped to the Phoenix bicycle between Fang Yi’s legs and said, "Eh, something’s not right. You call me out saying you’re taking me to find beauties, but then you arrive on a bicycle? That’s seriously lacking style."

Fang Yi replied, "What others don’t have, I have; what others have, I don’t – that’s what you call style. Hop on, I’ll show you what style means."

Song Wuliang reluctantly sat on the bicycle.

The moment he did, the bike sank down halfway.

"Damn it, you fatso, you’re heavy!"

"Hehe, that’s called an immovable presence."

"Don’t burst my damn bike tires."

Cursing, Fang Yi pedaled towards the entertainment venue.

Song Wuliang seemed not to understand the concept of personal boundaries between men, as he wrapped his arms around Fang Yi’s waist. Had it not been for seeing this guy regularly getting cozy with women, Fang Yi would have seriously suspected him of having a thing for guys.

Two grown men on a bicycle, with Song Wuliang hugging Fang Yi’s waist – even at night, it drew many curious glances.

Song Wuliang said excitedly, "Tsk tsk, this really has style. So many beauties are looking our way." He spoke, not forgetting to throw winks at the women who glanced over.

"Damn it, it’s stylish alright, but where the hell are you putting your hands!"

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