Ye Tianfan hung up Huang Xiaorou's phone, feeling heavy-hearted. Facing the upcoming storm in Jiangzhou City's business circles, he felt somewhat helpless. As long as the person behind Tianyu Group doesn't come out, everyone is passive, like a giant full of energy but unable to find a point to exert force.

This feeling makes people feel rather stifled.

Ye Tianfan also felt stifled, but he had no other good solutions. He and Huang Xiaorou were essentially the same, only able to wait, waiting for the person behind Tianyu Group to make an appearance. There was no other way.

Ye Tianfan sighed heavily and walked towards the bar. Now he didn't want to go to Qin Ruomeng's place, nor was he willing to go to Long Yuqing's, let alone see Yao Lingshan.

Perhaps only by going to Yan Feishuang's place could he relax a bit, after all, that woman was very sensible and wasn't part of the business circle.

Soon Ye Tianfan arrived at the bar, and a waitress quickly approached: "Sir, how many of you are there? Do you have a reservation?"

Ye Tianfan looked at the waitress in front of him, who appeared to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Even though she was wearing a slightly tight bunny costume, the places that should curve didn't, and the places that should be prominent were flat as a pancake.

Ye Tianfan smiled and said, "I don't need a reservation, I'm the owner here."

The girl was apparently new and hadn't seen Ye Tianfan before. Hearing him say he was the owner, her expression suddenly became tense: "Are... are you Mr. Ye? I'm really sorry, I'm new here..."

Ye Tianfan waved his hand: "It's fine, go about your business."

With that, Ye Tianfan stepped towards the bar. The bartender stood behind the bar, smiling at Ye Tianfan, who was approaching quickly: "Boss, what would you like to drink?"

The bartender was a nearly forty-year-old middle-aged man, tall and thin, with a scar on his left cheek. At first glance, he looked quite fierce, but once you came into contact with him, you'd find that he was quite nice, amiable, and spoke politely, very good at reading situations.

"Where's Feishuang?" Ye Tianfan frowned.

The bartender poured a glass of whiskey and pushed it towards Ye Tianfan: "Upstairs, probably doing something good."

The bartender's words made Ye Tianfan's expression change slightly, and he looked up at the staircase leading to the second floor.

"Just now, the boss lady took a young guy upstairs, maybe they're having a good time." The bartender said as he mixed drinks, observing Ye Tianfan's reaction, openly discussing the boss lady's interest in younger men.

Because Yan Feishuang had instructed, nothing should be hidden from Ye Tianfan, including her seeing other men, which should be told to him openly.

The bartender didn't know the relationship between Ye Tianfan and Yan Feishuang. Since one was called the owner and the other the boss lady, anyone would naturally think they were a couple. But the bartender was curious about their relationship dynamic; this was indeed unusual as Yan Feishuang was not only not secretive about finding men but actually flaunted it, hoping everyone in the bar knew it, which was truly a strange phenomenon.

Driven by curiosity, the bartender finally met Ye Tianfan, so he told him everything without missing a word, wanting to see Ye Tianfan's reaction.

"Oh, when did she go up?" Ye Tianfan asked casually, accepting the whiskey handed over by the bartender.

"Half an hour ago." The bartender glanced at the clock and replied. Ye Tianfan's reaction disappointed him a bit; he initially thought Ye Tianfan would rush up there, catch them in bed, then yank the boss lady down by her hair, whipping her with a belt.

As if that script would be normal.

But now Ye Tianfan was excessively calm. He merely nodded lightly and said, "Oh," then sipped his whiskey as if all this mattered little to him.

The bartender shrugged helplessly, speculating to himself that they either had an agreement to lead separate lives, not interfering with each other, or that the boss was too cowardly to control his woman.

After about twenty minutes, Ye Tianfan finished his whiskey and handed the empty glass to the bartender: "They should be coming down soon."

The bartender chuckled: "Young guys can last longer."

Ye Tianfan shook his head; Yan Feishuang had taken a man upstairs, but it wasn't about lasting, it was about whether he was tough enough. Now, fifty minutes had passed; even if Yan Feishuang was inexperienced, she should have finished dismembering the young guy.

Because sitting at the bar, Ye Tianfan already smelled a faint scent of blood.

Although Yan Feishuang had dealt with that scent, so others couldn't smell it, Ye Tianfan's sense of smell still picked it up.

At this moment, Ye Tianfan glanced at the bartender, noticing his disdainful grin. Ye Tianfan realized the bartender must have underestimated him.

"Go up and call her." Ye Tianfan commanded.

"The boss lady said, when she takes a man upstairs, no one is allowed up." The bartender shook his head, probably not wanting to interrupt the boss lady's pleasure, frustrating as such interruptions can be, especially at a moment of passion.

"I said go, so you go. Tell her I'm waiting here for her," Ye Tianfan deliberately raised his voice. The bartender then put down his cocktail shaker and stepped out from behind the bar.

One was the boss lady, the other the owner; since the owner said go up, he'd go up to check it out. The bartender was also looking forward to the scene upstairs, seeing this as a legitimate opportunity to take a look. After all, since the boss said it, even if the boss lady blamed him, someone else would take the heat.

With these thoughts, the bartender headed towards the second floor.

Meanwhile, Ye Tianfan moved behind the bar, taking a bottle of Brandy from the shelf, then poured it into two goblets.

At that moment, a scream rang out from the second floor.

Even though the music in the bar was loud, Ye Tianfan heard it clearly, the bartender's scream had broken in pitch.

Shortly after, Yan Feishuang came down from the second floor, her right hand clutching the bartender's hair as she dragged his limp and terror-struck body down, throwing him behind the bar.

"Get me a towel," Yan Feishuang glanced at Ye Tianfan, who leisurely stood behind the bar.

"Here," Ye Tianfan tossed a damp towel from behind the bar to Yan Feishuang.

While wiping the blood from her hands with the towel, Yan Feishuang glanced at the bartender crumpled on the floor and asked, "You deliberately let him come up?"

"Mm." Ye Tianfan nodded.

"Isn't that harming him? This bartender usually does a pretty good job."

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