Chapter 6 Revenge

• I left Qin Family, had nowhere to go, so I had no option but to call my bestie, Jiang Shan. Her phone was off.
• We were classmates in the orphanage. She was two years older than me. A kind leader from an enterprise who sponsored her, after high-school graduation, she went to study at the Aviation Academy because of her look and temperament. Upon her graduation, she became a stewardess.
• Actually, I was also sponsored by a kind person for college, and he was very helpful to me. It was just that I had never met him in person.
• Jiang Shan's phone was off, and that indicated she was at work.
• I wandered along the streets with a muddle head. Before I had gone far, I saw a signboard of a shop was on. As I walked close to it, I found out that it was a bar.
• Just as well, I needed a drink.
• This was my first time in a bar. The environment was different from what I had imagined. Instead of all noisy and buzzy, this place was peace and quiet.
• I walked to the counter slowly, pretended to be a frequent visitor, and said: "A cup of vodka. No, make it three." I didn't know much about wine. I only knew that this was a kind of spirits beloved by the Russians. After all, the Russians were the fighting ethnic, it wouldn't be a problem to take me down under the liquor of sorrow.
• As I expected, after I guzzled down three shots, I was starting to see double images.
• It turned out to be a decent bar after all, the bar tender saw me getting a little dizzy, and asked me: "Madam, you are drunk. Do you have a friend that I can contact to send you home?"
• Although I was drunk, my mind was absolutely sober. After he asked, I got a little lost. A friend? I had been busy doing manual works, plus, I was a day student; therefore, I had little intersection with my classmates.
• Jiang Shan was at work. What else friends do I have? Just as I wanted to reject him, a line of numbers came to my mind, it was the phone number of Ji Zeyan. Even though I only knew his number for a few days, it was thoroughly with my heart.
• After I gave Ji Zeyan's number to the bartender, I heard him calling. Then, he asked me about my name. After I told him my name, I lied on the counter and waited.
• He definitely wouldn't come. That was what I thought.
• But after a while, I heard a familiar voice in my ears, "Where is she?"
• In this quiet bar, his voice was like the composition of a cello, low and pleasant.
• I pretended to be drunk, and I could sense the man held me and threw me on the vice seat of the car. After a moment, I felt the man's hormonal breathing was approaching. Though I didn't know what he was going to do, there were only one word in my head-- -- revenge.
• Maybe drinking wine was responsible for my action. As long as this thought was come up in my mind, I opened my eyes, hook the man right in front of me around his neck, saw his thin lips, and kissed him at once.
• The sound of the safety belt retracting rang in my ears.
• Sure enough, it was all in my head.
• I didn't know how to kiss, my kiss was rigid, and my lips were only on his lips for a second before he pushed me away.
• Then, he used an extremely disgusted tone of voice, and said: "You are so cheesy, without the basic sense of shame."
• If I were my normal self, I would get off the car and leave. But at this moment, my rationality was driven away due to alcohol, and instead of getting off the car, I looked at the man with my bleary eyes, hooked my lips, and smiled, "I'm not cheesy, you're my first man, but this is not the case for her."
• Heard me saying so, the expression on Ji Zeyan's face became gloomy, he hooked my neck with his hands, and said every single word and phrase clearly: "What are you talking about?" But this time, he didn't use much strength.
• I got bolder instead, I put one hand in the man's back waist, pressed my face on him, and said: "I saw with my own eyes that Qin Ziqin was on the car with the driver of Qin Zhaomin in the garage. You aren't able to look into the things happened before, but this one, you can easily find out."
• Because I was close to him, I saw clearly that the expression on Ji Zeyan's face getting more and more gloomy.
• I heard that men are more or less tidy in this aspect. It seemed to be true.
• I reached out my hands, and gently pinched on his waist and abs, pretending to appear cynical and hippy, "But I am clean from inside and out, I've only had you."