So many complex emotions were entangled in those simple four words, and Yun Ya couldn’t help but smile. "Thank you, Brother Yan." "Meow." A faint meow abruptly emerged, and Yun Ya looked under the bed to see Ah Jiu leisurely crawling out. Yun Ya smiled and hugged it: "Ah Jiu, why do you always hide under Brother Yan’s bed? Are you eavesdropping from the corner?" Yan Song gazed at Ah Jiu in Yun Ya’s arms, slightly narrowing his eyes. Ah Jiu snuggled into Yun Ya’s embrace, meowing softly~ And there was a hint of murderous intent~ Yun Ya smiled and gently stroked its soft fur: "It’s only been a few days, and you’ve gained quite a bit, Ah Jiu. If you keep this up, will you still be able to walk? You lazy cat." Ah Jiu obediently nestled in Yun Ya’s arms, its coat pure white without a speck of color, exceptionally beautiful. "Hungry, aren’t you? I’ll take you to eat." Just as Yun Ya spoke, Yan Song snatched Ah Jiu from her arms. Ah Jiu struggled a few times, but the other’s strength was too great, and it could only helplessly submit. "You go eat first; I’ll feed it." Yun Ya nodded: "Okay." "Ah Jiu, make sure you behave, okay? Listen to Brother Yan." She patted Ah Jiu’s head and turned to leave under Ah Jiu’s extremely resentful and reluctant gaze. As soon as Yun Ya left, Yan Song immediately grabbed Ah Jiu’s tail, the small bundle getting hoisted up, looking pitifully helpless. "Little thing, you’re not allowed to hide under the bed again. There’s a nest for you on the balcony; just roll over there yourself." With that, he let go, and Ah Jiu tumbled to the ground, rolling once before it managed to stop itself. It scratched the floor with its paws, meowing plaintively a couple of times, and then, reluctantly, it crawled towards the balcony. Yan Song collapsed on the bed all at once, irritably scratching his head. The road ahead stretches long and unending... Eight o’clock in the evening, Phoenix Night Bar. A black business sedan slowly came to a stop at the bar’s entrance, and a tall, young man got out from the passenger side, walking over to open the rear car door. A black leisure shoe touched down silently on the ground first. Then, a slender figure emerged from the car, bending down as he exited. The cold moonlight fell upon his brows and eyes, casting a clear, gentle aura, serene as the mountain breeze and stream. A smile graced his eyes, and as he looked at the neon-flashing sign before him, his lips parted, evoking the impression of an intimate whisper shared by lovers, tender and moving. "Phoenix Night?" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⸺fire.net A play on words, a night of yellow entertainment... With a smile on his lips, he stepped forward and walked into the bar. The man hurried to follow, but the figure waved him off: "Xiao Bai, you stay here." "But how can your subordinate be at ease with you alone?" A fleeting glint of cool indifference shot through the man’s smiling eyes, and without halting his stride, his tall figure vanished at the entrance. "To take my life, first they have to see if they’re capable enough," he muttered to himself. Xiao Bai pursed his lips, summoned his men with a gesture, and gave them a few quick orders. After they left, he looked up at the sign, his cold laughter dripping with disdain. "Just another greenhorn who thinks he can take on Master Pei. I’ve seen plenty of his ilk, and without exception, their ends have been miserably pathetic." Inside the bar, heavy metal music assaulted the eardrums while flashing lights dazzled the sight—enough to make one feel dizzy. Not far from the dance floor, young men and women danced closely, their bodies moving with spicy energy. A seductive woman in a bikini stood by a steel pole, occasionally striking bold and shy poses, her soul-snatching eyes teasing those below whose gazes were bursting with desire. All of it was so decadent and licentious. Into this scene, Pei Qinghan’s arrival was out of place. He was like the mountain wind or the clear moon—soft and clean, as if he had accidentally strayed into another world, creating a stark contrast. His presence caught the attention of many. Soon, the dancers stopped, and all eyes turned his way—with appraising looks, with amazement, and with disdain. In the crowd, a girl with smoky makeup suddenly shoved away the man who was inching closer to her, the stench of alcohol wafting off him disgusting. "Xiangxiang, look over there, that guy is so handsome," her excited friend Lin Qianqian pointed toward the man not far away. Bai Xiangxiang frowned slightly and looked over.