The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 420: He Personally Goes to Pick Up Gu Yuan_3

Tu Kuan wasn’t tagging along this time; he was summoned by Quan Jin.

So this time he brought Tu Kuan, just in case he got too drunk to find his way back. He refused to let those even more privileged than himself escort him home.

Although Quan Jin liked to have fun, he played within limits, knowing what to touch and what not to touch.

Su Boqian had been inviting Quan Jin out recently because he found an interesting game. After Quan Jin went, he realized what kind of game it was and watched coldly from the sidelines.

It was indeed wild—men and women, all sorts, like a gluttonous feast.

When Su Boqian invited Quan Jin, Quan Jin glanced at him and said, "Playing so filthy, aren’t you afraid of dying?"

Su Boqian grinned ingratiatingly and said, "No way, Young Master Quan, these people have been selected through layers of screening."

Quan Jin: "Get lost."

Su Boqian could read faces; clearly, he saw the disgust on Quan Jin’s face. So he quickly left, blending into the chaos downstairs.

Beside Tu Kuan, Shen Fengnan was also there. Quan Jin didn’t look at him: "Not going?"

Shen Fengnan sneered: "There are so many ways to have fun, yet they choose this. Still young, so I cherish my life."

Quan Jin chuckled lightly, saying nothing in agreement.

Shen Fengnan grew up in the same courtyard as him. They used to play together when they were kids, but then he went abroad. After returning, he’d met Shen Fengnan a few times, drank together, and had a decent friendship, not particularly deep, but with shared interests, they could still hang out together.

Next, standing on the second floor, Quan Jin and Shen Fengnan intended to pass time by watching the commotion, only to see Su Boqian kiss a woman, then turn and kiss a man.

Quan Jin: "..."

Shen Fengnan: "..."

Beside them, Tu Kuan said, "That was enlightening."

Quan Jin glanced sideways, "Want to join?"

Tu Kuan laughed awkwardly, "I’d rather not have a short life than a long one."

The rich have all sorts of explosive ways to entertain themselves, and this was not even the main course. Some clubs have even more outrageous antics than these.

So it really was nothing. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

After watching for a while, Quan Jin felt too disgusted and left, returning to the bar’s main hall.

Shen Fengnan felt restless—part of it was a normal physiological reaction, part of it was disgust. Even though he’d seen this kind of game before, he came from a scholarly, prestigious family with its own set of principles.

So he never indulged in bad habits.

Quan Jin returned to the booth, where he had ordered plenty of drinks. Shen Fengnan, who could handle his liquor, joined him for a few.

Alcohol really is a great thing.

The way it measures out things can be inconsistent.

If you drink too quickly, it might slip into your lungs, causing you to choke and almost have a heart attack.

When the explosive, thrilling music suddenly stopped and the countdown began, everyone in the dance floor and the booths started moving densely together. By the time the countdown reached 5, most people were already standing.

When the countdown hit 1, accompanied by the crowd dancing and the white paper thrown into the air, the sensation of explosive metal music suddenly erupted, and the atmosphere in the entire bar exploded.

The white paper danced across the sky, and the crowd immersed themselves in the scene, including Quan Jin.

A few minutes before the white paper was thrown, Shen Fengnan asked Quan Jin, "Want some white paper?"

Isn’t white paper thrown for the dead?

Quan Jin narrowed his long eyes and asked Shen Fengnan, "White paper is thrown for mourning what?"

Shen Fengnan answered, "White paper is thrown to mourn dead love."

"Love? What is love?" Quan Jin asked, looking genuinely curious.

The metallic music was so piercing that they had to shout to be heard.

Shen Fengnan answered whatever he could, shouting, "Love is so damn terrifying, like filming a horror movie, it can scare you to death!"

Upon hearing this, Quan Jin was silent for a few seconds.

These few seconds, it seemed like he was pondering whether it was true. After thinking it over, he pointed at Shen Fengnan and said, "You’re right."

"Hahahahaha—" Shen Fengnan laughed loudly, but in the midst of the cheers, only the people nearby could hear.

Soon, Shen Fengnan handed Quan Jin a stack of white paper: "Here, this is yours."

Quan Jin took it—a thick stack of white paper, meant to mourn the death of love.

It’s truly ironic that he believed it.

Then let it be mourned.

Just like everyone else, he stood up at the end of the countdown, and as the dynamic metal music burst forth, he threw the white paper from his hand into the air.

In the entire bar, white paper flew like snow, but it was far more exaggerated than snow.