Shen Yueran ran straight to the bar counter.
In the blink of an eye, she was already there. With one hand braced against it, she vaulted over the counter without the slightest hesitation.
The moment her feet landed, her eyes locked onto the bottle she wanted.
711 brand whiskey.
Her favorite.
Without wasting a second, she reached out and grabbed it.
The nearby bar attendant saw her and instantly turned pale. His back stiffened, and he bowed at once, not daring to delay even a little.
He knew exactly what kind of calamity it meant when Shen Yueran got drunk.
On the other side, Liang Zhen had no idea what was happening here.
He had already rushed straight toward the place where the huge fight was happening.
The moment he got there, his face darkened.
The place was a complete mess.
Tables were being smashed one after another. Shouting and curses mixed together until the whole place sounded like a pot about to explode.
Liang Zhen's sharp gaze swept across the scene, and irritation immediately rose in his chest.
Why were Mingxiao Hall's people getting beaten?
His brows knit tightly. While observing the fight, he was also searching for Shen Yueran.
But she was nowhere to be found.
What he saw instead was a young man surrounded by bodyguards. That young man stood at the center like a spoiled tyrant, his face full of arrogance as he ordered his men to beat a frail boy. The boy looked weak and thin, and only two people were standing in front of him, trying to protect him.
Because of that, the whole area had turned into complete chaos.
Liang Zhen's jaw tightened.
But in truth, the fight in front of him meant nothing.
His only real thought was to find Shen Yueran.
Compared to her disappearance, this trouble was nothing at all.
A bad feeling slowly rose in his heart.
Then, just as his nerves were tightening more and more, he suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder from behind.
Liang Zhen was already irritated by everything happening around him. His face turned colder as he spun around.
Then he froze.
Shen Yueran was standing right in front of him.
One bottle was already empty and lazily spinning in her hand. Another bottle was still pressed against her lips.
"Guluk, guluk, guluk."
The sound of her gulping it down was especially clear in Liang Zhen's ears.
His face stiffened instantly.
He could only stand there and watch as Shen Yueran calmly finished the second bottle right in front of him.
Then she lowered it, looked at Liang Zhen's frozen expression, and burst into loud laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
Her laughter rang out bright and shameless, full of delight.
Liang Zhen looked at her and, for a moment, truly did not know what to say.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on.
"Miss," he said through gritted teeth, "don't cause trouble. Didn't Old Master order you not to drink? Why are you doing this again…"
He kept rambling, his tone filled with helpless anger and frustration.
Shen Yueran only stood there, smiling at him as if she had done nothing wrong.
But while Liang Zhen was still speaking, the surrounding commotion suddenly quieted down.
Liang Zhen instinctively paused and turned his head to look around.
Then he looked back at Shen Yueran, who was still standing in front of him.
He let out a long breath of relief.
At least nothing had happened yet.
These idiots…
Why was everyone causing him trouble these days?
Just when Liang Zhen thought things had finally calmed down, a piercing scream suddenly ripped through the air.
"Which bastard threw a bottle at me?!"
Liang Zhen's expression changed at once.
He turned his head and saw that the young man from before was now clutching his head. Blood was running down his face, dripping messily as he staggered in rage and pain.
"I'll kill all of you here! Aaahhhh!"
He screamed like a maniac, his face twisted and his voice almost cracking.
The men around him panicked immediately.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
They rushed toward him from all sides.
"Surround the Young Master! Protect the Young Master!"
The bodyguards immediately gathered around him, shielding him in a hurry as if an invisible assassin were hiding nearby.
Liang Zhen stared at the bleeding young man for one second, then slowly turned his head toward Shen Yueran.
The moment he did, his eyelid twitched violently.
One of the bottles in her hand was missing.
Before Liang Zhen could even speak, roaring laughter suddenly rang out through the area.
"Hahaha! Look at this piss-head!"
It was Shen Yueran.
Her voice was full of mockery and bright amusement, completely unconcerned by the chaos around her.
Then, before the young man could recover, Shen Yueran cursed again, her tone even sharper this time.
"You bitch, who are you calling a bastard?"
Her words landed hard in the suddenly quiet area.
The bleeding young man looked over in fury, but Shen Yueran had already started walking toward the crowd.
She was in no hurry.
Step by step, she moved forward with lazy confidence, as if the scene before her was only entertainment.
As she came closer, her full appearance became clear to everyone.
She wore a plain black full-sleeved shirt, the sleeves folded up neatly. Her well-toned, trained arms were visible beneath the club lights, carrying both strength and a sharp, dangerous beauty.
She wore black pants that outlined her long legs cleanly. Silver accessories adorned her body, and some of them had black diamonds set into them, flashing coldly whenever the light struck.
On both hands she wore black gloves.
And on those gloves, printed in real metallic silver, was one word.
MINGXIAO.
The moment everyone truly looked at her, only one thought crossed their minds.
What was a beauty like this doing here?
No one immediately connected the woman in front of them with the crazy person who had just been laughing and shouting so wildly.
Even covered in the atmosphere of violence and alcohol, she still looked like someone who should not be standing in the middle of such a mess.
The bleeding young man was also stunned when he saw her clearly. For a brief moment, he actually calmed down.
His eyes fixed on Shen Yueran's face, and the rage in them seemed to weaken. He opened his mouth, clearly about to say something.
But before a single word could come out—
Bang!
Another bottle smashed into his head at full speed.
The glass shattered the moment it hit.
The young man's body swayed violently, and
Every one around were stunned.