113: Obsessed with her body

Wu Fan hung up Zhou Ruyan's phone call, feeling an indescribable sensation—perhaps sadness, repression, self-reproach, or heartache.

People who have struggled in marriage often feel lost when facing the marital problems of others.

Marriage is, after all, a matter involving two people, three people, or even two families.

It is difficult for outsiders to understand, so it is best not to casually offer advice or make judgments.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

After much deliberation, he still pulled out his phone and sent Zhou Ruyan a wechat message: "Marriage is not easy; cherish it while you can. For Sweetie's sake, please consider it carefully again, and try to focus more on the other person's strengths."

Zhou Ruyan replied after a long time: "Okay, I will think it through carefully."

Wu Fan exhaled a puff of smoke and put down his phone... Late at night at One Foot Sea Bar, Wu Fan looked up at Tang Xiaorou performing, his eyes filled with warmth.

She was earnestly playing the piano while singing Na Ying's "Mo."

She appeared dignified, beautiful, and somewhat noble; this kind of temperament is often indescribable in words and can only be felt in the heart.

It was no wonder the audience below screamed, went wild, and came every night to show their support.

Wu Fan had guessed several times that Tang Xiaorou must come from a good family, perhaps even being a rich young lady.

The noble aura in her every movement and smile requires cultivation from a young age and being immersed in that environment since childhood; it cannot be formed overnight.

Her singing voice was truly beautiful, sweet, and pure... "I can't help but transform into a stubborn fish, swimming alone against the current all the way to the bottom. The vows devoutly made in youth silently sank into the deep sea. Reviewed several times, the ending remains: losing you! I am sentenced to lifelong solitude by love, I won't fight back, I won't let go. The circle that cannot be completed by the pen, the fate that cannot be filled in the heart, is you..."

Wu Fan stared at her exquisite profile, unable to look away, completely engrossed in listening.

He also didn't understand why he was so deeply infatuated with her tenderness... especially her full, soft, boneless body, which was incredibly comfortable to hold while sleeping.

She was like a soft little lamb, docilely nestled in his arms, so obedient that he couldn't bear to let go.

These days, Wu Fan would go to the bar to wait for her to finish work, and then they would return to the hotel together.

On one hand, he wanted to continue being affectionate with her; on the other, he was worried that Meng Haitao might come to harass her again.

However, several days passed, and Meng Haitao was nowhere to be seen; he was probably planning some terrible move.

Given his personality, there was absolutely no way he would just give up like this.

Wu Fan had long since changed Tang Xiaorou's room to the presidential suite, which offered more space and more places for them to play around.

Whether it was the massage bed, the sofa, the carpet, the windowsill, the dining table, the bathtub, or the balcony, they had left traces of their playful activity everywhere.

Dai Mao raised his glass, "Master Fan, now that you have a new sweetheart, have you forgotten Liu Tingting?"

Since losing the bet last time, Dai Mao had genuinely started calling him Master Fan, a title Wu Fan was happy to accept.

Wu Fan looked at his somewhat lewd face and chuckled, "I didn't realize you were so devoted. Are you still missing Liu Tingting?"

Dai Mao downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, "I just like her type. Unlike you, who never lacks women and goes through one after another."

He sighed after speaking and continued, "Master Fan, why don't you contact her and ask her to come back and sing at the bar for a while?"

Wu Fan lit a cigarette, recalled the scene of them playing in the haunted house, and smiled unconsciously.

He hadn't contacted her and didn't know how she was doing recently.

Was she streaming on TikTok?

"I'll contact her tomorrow, and I'll convey your sincere feelings to her."

Dai Mao's beady eyes lit up, and he toasted Wu Fan, "Master Fan, I'm counting on you. I really like her. You won't be upset, right?"

Wu Fan laughed heartily, "It's no secret that you covet her beauty. But let me tell you something you won't like: you have no chance. She doesn't like you. She wouldn't even add you on wechat, so why are you still so infatuated?"

Dai Mao smiled lewdly, "It's okay, just being able to see her is enough for me."

Wu Fan smiled, "That means you're still young and still have the impulse to date and fantasize."

"Master Fan, don't you have the heart for dating anymore?"

Wu Fan took a sip of wine, "I don't date. I'm simple and direct; I just want to pursue physical pleasure."

"But maybe it's also because I haven't found a woman I particularly like. I don't know."

Dai Mao sighed, "Master Fan, you are the boss, you are just different. Women are just playthings to you, right?"

Wu Fan said seriously, "You can't say that; it draws the hatred of women."

He returned his gaze to Tang Xiaorou.

Dai Mao nodded apologetically and smiled lewdly, revealing a set of yellowed, crooked teeth.

Grass Chicken had a messy mop of hair and looked somewhat dejected.

Wu Fan offered him a cigarette and joked, "Grass Chicken, what's wrong? Aren't you grooming your hair anymore? You've truly become a Chicken Head now."

Grass Chicken pulled out a lighter, lit the cigarette, and sat down opposite him, "I've been a bit tired lately, and I haven't been sleeping well at night."

Dai Mao said bluntly, "Shan Xiaojie went back to Beijing, so you're not used to sleeping alone, right?"

Grass Chicken slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, neither confirming nor denying it.

Fei Wei walked over and put his arm around Wu Fan's shoulder, "Brother, tell Tang Xiaorou not to leave, and just stay here permanently? Business is great with her here. I really hate to let her go."

Wu Fan retorted, "Bring the money then. Where in the world is there free labor?"

Fei Wei poured a glass of wine, clinked it with Wu Fan's, and drank it down, "I was just about to discuss this with you. How much should we pay Tang Xiaorou? After all, we've made quite a bit of money thanks to her these past few days."

Grass Chicken said, "Resident singers usually earn around eight thousand to fifteen thousand. How about we compromise and give her ten thousand a month?"

Fei Wei sat down, "Wu Fan, you should decide."

Wu Fan took a drag from his cigarette and deliberately played hard to get, saying, "An elegant Little Princess like Tang Xiaorou should get at least one hundred thousand a month."

Dai Mao grinned, "Brother Wei, that makes things difficult. The asking price is a bit high."

Fei Wei and Grass Chicken exchanged glances and said in unison, "One hundred thousand?"

Wu Fan laughed, "So if you can't afford it, forget it. How about I talk to her and say she's helping out for free?"

Dai Mao said, "Brother Wei, Master Fan has already got Tang Xiaorou under his thumb. Just let him handle it. Why bother stressing yourself out?"

Fei Wei said, "The problem is that we want her to be a permanent resident singer. It doesn't seem right not to pay her a salary."

Wu Fan patted his shoulder, "Brother, permanent residency is impossible. I can only guarantee that she won't leave before the end of the year, alright? Besides, the best approach for the bar's resident singers is to increase the number and diversify the acts. You can't put all your eggs in one basket."

Grass Chicken suddenly raised his voice and said, "Wu Fan, Qian Ning is a big star now. When are you going to ask her to come and support our bar again?"