Chapter 87 Extra 1

If you were to ask what Fang Chuning liked the most, it would be fighting, playing games, clubbing, racing cars – she had almost all the bad habits of a rich second generation, and these bad habits were all things Fang Hong disliked.

And what she liked most was doing things that Fang Hong didn’t like her doing.

Expressing a teenager’s rebelliousness to the fullest extent, enough to make parents gnash their teeth yet be helpless.

In the bar, in the center of the noisy dance floor, men and women were dancing wantonly, colorful lights flashing over their bodies. Outside the dance floor, some leisurely people sat at the bar, drinking and appreciating the bartender’s spectacular drink mixing process.

Those who looked good would quickly have someone come up to chat, while those who weren’t attractive could only drink alone sullenly.

In the VIP room on the second floor, Fang Chuning’s left hand rested on a boy’s shoulder, her expression downcast as she surveyed the scene on the first floor.

The boy next to her leaned on her like he had no bones, breathing in her ear: “Fang Fang, what’s wrong? Come drink with me—”

Fang Chuning’s blank expression immediately darkened, and she forcefully pushed him away, her eyes blazing, “Fang your mother’s Fang, if you can’t speak properly then keep that mouth shut!”

The boy was startled and didn’t dare to speak again, feeling wronged.

Gao Qiong, who had seen everything, laughed loudly and said to the boy with a slightly tipsy face: “You’re really something, why give people random nicknames, you should call her Ning Ning, uh, Ning Ning sounds much better.”

The boy pouted, he just wanted to be a bit different.

Fang Chuning ignored this drunk, got up and walked out. Gao Qiong called out to her from behind, “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom” Throwing down these words impatiently, Fang Chuning left the VIP room without looking back.

Compared to the noise on the first floor, the corridor on the second floor was very quiet. The soundproofing of the VIP rooms was surprisingly good, not a bit of noise leaked out.

After using the bathroom, Fang Chuning was a bit groggy with sleepiness. She walked back the way she came, pushed open a VIP room door and sat down in the seat closest to the door, yawned, and physiological tears blurred her vision.

It was a bit strange how the room suddenly became so quiet, but Fang Chuning didn’t think much of it. She leaned her head back on the sofa, preparing to take a short nap.

Perhaps because of the comfortable atmosphere, she really fell asleep, and when she woke up it was an hour later. Fang Chuning stretched comfortably, rubbing her eyes and mumbling: “What time is it?”

“It’s already eleven o’clock.” A gentle and pleasant male voice answered.

“Eleven o’clock, huh” Fang Chuning slowly took out her phone, and it took a full five seconds for her to react, suddenly looking up, “F*ck! Why are you here?!”

On the sofa to the left sat a man wearing a brick-red plaid casual shirt paired with crisp trousers. His smooth long hair was tied casually at the back of his head, his features delicate and beautiful, his upturned eye corners like hooks that could captivate souls, his narrow eyes exuding an elusive charm as they moved.

In the dim light, his skin was so white it seemed to glow. He held a glass of bright red wine between his fingers, as leisurely and comfortable as a young nobleman.

Hearing her words, the man innocently replied: “This is my private room, after all.”

Fang Chuning quickly glanced around. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else. Had she drunkenly walked into the wrong room? She inwardly felt frustrated, but didn’t show it on her face, raising her voice righteously: “If I walked into the wrong room, couldn’t you have reminded me? Making me stay here for so long, were you trying to take advantage of me while I was sleeping!”

The reason she said this was purely because the man in front of her was one of Fang Hong’s people. Not only did she dislike Fang Hong, but she also disliked the people around her, especially this secretary in front of her who didn’t look like a decent person.

She had always felt that there was something between the two of them, but unfortunately, her father was too naive and was easily persuaded by Fang Hong’s few words.

Li Yipeng wasn’t displeased by the girl’s words. He put the red wine on the table, picked up a glass of freshly squeezed juice prepared in advance and placed it in front of her. His thin lips curved up slightly with an almost imperceptible indulgence, “Your voice is so loud, aren’t you afraid of hurting your throat? Drink some pear juice to soothe it.”

“Oh, thanks” The gentle and thoughtful care made Fang Chuning relax reflexively, but when she realized it, her attitude instantly turned bad, “What’s wrong with you!”

The man put on a pitiful and alluring expression, “I’m just concerned about you, pear juice also helps after drinking.”

“Huh?” Fang Chuning looked at him like she was looking at a monster, her expression exaggeratedly disgusted, “Who needs your concern, mind your own business.”

With that, she lifted her chin and left the room arrogantly.

Li Yipeng’s upturned lips flattened. Looking at the closed door, he turned the pear juice around, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. Afterwards, he lightly licked his lips, murmuring: “It’s actually so delicious.”

On this day, Fang Chuning, as usual, skipped class with Gao Qiong, planning to go to the arcade to play games. However, as soon as they climbed over the wall, they saw two tall women in suits standing on the other side.

Fang Chuning sensed something was wrong and wanted to climb back, but was grabbed by the two women, one on each side, and put into a car. In a flash, the car drove to the city center, and she was dragged like a piece of goods into Century Building under everyone’s gaze.

It turned out that Fang Hong didn’t want to play the game of mother-daughter affection anymore and wanted her to study abroad.

Heh.

Fang Chuning crossed her arms, raised her chin, and said with an unruly expression, “I refuse.”

Fang Hong interlaced her fingers, her expression deep, “You may not be able to bear the consequences of refusal.”

Fang Chuning sneered disdainfully and left swaggeringly.

The so-called consequences turned out to be kicking her out and freezing all the available balance on her accounts, leaving her penniless on the street.

There’s always a way out of difficulties. Fortunately, she still had a trustworthy friend, Gao Qiong. But when she called, she heard the other side crying: “Sister, you should go back and apologize. My mom has been bought off by your mom. She said she won’t give me pocket money again until you apologize. Wuwuwu, I’m so broke now, I don’t even have money to go out with little brothers.”

Fang Chuning was silent for a moment, then raged helplessly: “At a time like this, you’re still thinking about little brothers? I’m f*cking sleeping on the street! I’m coming to live with you now.”

Then she heard the other side say: “Don’t come, my mom said she won’t open the door even if you come.”