Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 384 - 192 Let’s play a game_2

Isn’t that just how the nightclub scene works?

Ma Lian instantly became animated, swiftly tipping the bouncers and boisterously ordering drinks.

"Open the bottles, open the bottles! Come on, everyone, let’s all toast to God Lie together!"

"I’ll have champagne."

Han Lie was the first to specify his drink, then, stifling a laugh, raised his glass and looked towards Dan Zihao.

"The first toast should go to Haohao. After all, it’s his treat; we’ve got to give him that recognition."

"Hahahaha... HIC..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The people present today were all aware of what was going on, including the girls.

They watched Dan Zihao reluctantly pull out his bank card to settle the bill, only to be immediately pushed to the side. No one felt sorry for him. They just thought he had it coming.

But it was also funny to everyone when Brother Lie called him out to be the sacrificial lamb.

Dan Zihao’s face was full of frustration, his right hand trembling as he held the glass, yet he dared not voice any complaints.

"Brother Lie, in your presence, I don’t have any status to speak of..."

Wang Hong wrapped an arm around Dan Zihao’s shoulder and said with a smile, "Little Dan, Brother Lie is a generous guy; you can’t take it for granted. Show some spirit, will you?"

"Fine, I’ll down it! Brother Lie, you do as you wish!"

Dan Zihao gritted his teeth and downed his glass of whiskey like medicine.

"Good!"

"Such spirit!"

Everyone hooted and hollered in apparent merriment, but in reality, not a single person actually joined him in drinking.

Dan Zihao was about to go abroad, and who knew what year he would return. He was of no use to them, and their relationships weren’t good, so why bother giving him face?

Today, they had tricked him into treating them. If all went as expected, it would be the last time they interacted with him.

Only Han Lie joined him for half a glass.

Not only did he share a drink, but he also laughed and comforted our dear Haohao with a few words.

"Our accounts are settled. As a classmate, I’ll give you some advice: try to leave all the unpleasantness behind in your home country. Set forth lightly and start anew. You have a long future ahead of you, and you still have plenty, right? Lastly, thank you for your hospitality."

Dan Zihao was deeply moved. To say he was moved to tears would be an exaggeration, but the sudden sting in his nose was genuine.

"Brother Lie, you’re the man! I’m truly impressed!"

Dan Zihao gave a thumbs-up, grabbed the bottle and, with a GLUG GLUG, poured himself another full glass.

"I’ll drink this one by myself; I don’t mean anything else by it. I just want to thank you for the lesson... I hold no grudges, please don’t misunderstand... Ah, forget it, I’m downing this!"

The naive kid downed the drink with a few large GULPS, grabbed his handbag, and turned to leave.

Ma Lian glanced over, thought for a moment, then decided to keep silent.

The bill was already paid; let him go.

As for the others, they simply acted as if they hadn’t seen anything, too lazy to even see him off.

With that, Dan Zihao disappeared completely from Han Lie’s life. The sophisticated circles lost a young playboy, Little Northeast and Ding Ding lost a classmate, and Pan Ge lost an annoying bootlicker.

But the atmosphere at the scene was unaffected.

Young people always think they are important, but reality has never indulged anyone’s self-importance.

Only Si Yu, seeing Dan Zihao’s lonely departing figure, quietly asked Han Lie, "Did you really just send away the guy who was paying? That’s a bit..."

"A bit unfeeling, right?"

Han Lie leaned close to her ear and countered in a normal voice.

"Hmm."

She shrank her neck a bit and nodded.

"Remember this," Han Lie said, looking back at her, their eyes meeting, his expression serious. "In the circle of the rich second generation, there are no genuine sentiments and no love like you’re hoping for. Everything is just passion, fleeting in an instant."

Si Yu was baffled.

She couldn’t understand.

Han Lie’s attitude itself was hard to comprehend, and that sentence was even harder.

After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head honestly. "I don’t understand."

"It’s natural that you don’t understand yet."

Han Lie suddenly beamed a bright smile and responded loudly, "Then just keep it in mind. Think about it when you have time, and if you truly can’t figure it out, ask me again next time!"

"Oh."

She nodded naively, really taking his words to heart.

And she started pondering it right away.

It was a shame. She was already severely lacking in terms of social interactions and societal understanding. Moreover, having barely encountered any second-generation rich kids, how could she possibly figure it out?

As she mulled things over, her thoughts inevitably drifted to Han Lie. Brother Lie is so mature, and he feels so dependable... I wonder if he has a girlfriend? Probably not, right? Otherwise, why wouldn’t she be here with him? But then again, how could he not have one? He’s so popular...

Just as the thought of "popular" crossed her mind, a promoter squeezed up to the VIP booth with two girls, heading straight for Han Lie.

"God Lie, I brought you two beauties—both good friends of mine, proper college students, definitely not the frivolous type!"

Si Yu’s gaze turned sharply hostile, but upon seeing the two beauties, she felt somewhat deflated.

Both girls were indeed stunningly beautiful; neither was inferior to her. One had a cool, aloof air, the other was sultry. Their makeup was exquisite yet understated, their outfits alluring but not cheap-looking.

Compared to them, Si Yu felt completely out of place with the atmosphere here.

What distressed her the most was that Han Lie did not refuse the promoter’s kind gesture.

"Sit."

Young Master Han didn’t reach out, but his demeanor wasn’t cold.

"Pour yourselves whatever you’d like to drink."

The eager promoter poured three glasses of champagne and introduced them, "The cooler one is Seventeen, her real name is Shi Qi; the spicier one is Wanwan—I’m not sure how she got her nickname. God Lie, they rarely come out to play, and their alcohol tolerance isn’t great, so please look after them. Come on, I’ll lead these two young ladies in a toast to you. You don’t have to drink much. Seventeen, Wanwan, greet him, won’t you?"