A crate of beer sat in front of them.
Evan Lin grabbed a bottle, popped the cap, and downed the whole thing in one go.
Yuna Yun gritted her teeth, pulled out a bottle herself, flicked off the cap, took a deep breath, and chugged it straight down.
She drank too fast in one go.
She choked several times, but after catching her breath, kept drinking.
One bottle went straight down her stomach.
Yuna slammed the empty bottle onto the table.
She glared at Evan.
Like a tiger eyeing its prey.
Maybe it was because she’d never drunk beer like this before, but Yuna’s cheeks flushed bright red.
“Just being stubborn?”
Seeing her like this, Evan shook his head and took the beer away.
“I can still drink. However much you want, I’ll drink with you.”
Yuna spoke, the resolve in her words obvious.
Her eyes were red as she looked at Evan, as if she’d been wronged.
“You helped me—was it for your mom?”
Seeing Evan stay silent, Yuna suddenly said, “By your logic, I should have been just as unforgivable as the patriarch.”
“Back at the Zhan estate, you could have erased me from this world, but you didn’t.”
“Was it because of your mom?”
Yuna pressed, continuing to ask.
“Part of the reason.”
Evan nodded, not denying it.
“My mom is soft-hearted. Even though your mom and mine have their conflicts, in her eyes, you’re still a junior.”
You and your mom—your identities alone aren’t enough to make my mom’s emotions ripple, not even a little.
In other words, your lives aren’t important. I just don’t want my mom to feel even a hint of sadness.
Evan’s words made Yuna give a self-mocking smile.
His words were simple and blunt.
She and her mother—neither of their lives was enough to make Joy Zheng’s emotions ripple.
That’s exactly why Evan didn’t act and let her go.
“The other reason is, you made your own choice.”
Evan spoke calmly. The stall owner brought over the freshly grilled food and set it on the table. Evan grabbed a skewer, took a bite, and found it pretty good.
Yuna was straightforward—she copied him, grabbed a skewer, and took big bites, chewing heartily.
“Yvonne Yun called me—she said you had her warn me in advance. Because of that, your life wasn’t meant to end here.”
As for your patriarch, he chose to stand against me twice. That left him with zero reason to live.
Evan spoke plainly, holding nothing back.
Yuna ate in silence, ordered another beer, clumsily popped the cap, and blew into the bottle mouth before drinking.
The two of them ate skewers under the deep night sky, with not a single star above.
“Hey, pretty girl…”
A group of men at the neighboring table had been feasting and boasting loudly since Yuna entered, trying to catch her attention.
They’d been shouting for ages, their voices hoarse, but Yuna hadn’t even glanced their way once.
The men exchanged glances, grabbed their beer bottles, and got up, heading over.
“Drinking alone is boring. Why not let us join you?”
One of the men smiled, dragging a chair over, ready to sit next to Yuna.
“Scram.”
Yuna didn’t even look at him—she spat out the word coldly.
“Scram?”
The man was stunned, then glanced at his buddies and burst out laughing: “Did you hear that? She actually told me to scram!”
“She looks all delicate and soft, but she’s spicy as hell!”
“Nice, I like that!”
The man laughed and was about to sit down.
The others laughed along, pulling up chairs to sit.
Suddenly, they noticed the teenager sitting there, casually biting into a skewer and shaking his head.
“Kid, what’s that head shake supposed to mean?”
The man who’d been watching Evan, looking for a chance to pick a fight and get rid of this eyesore, seized the opportunity.
He stepped forward, put a foot on a stool, and glared at Evan: “What, you can’t stand us?”
“I can’t.”
Evan nodded.
The man was dumbfounded—he didn’t expect Evan to admit it so bluntly.
He’d seen people refuse to give face, but never so thoroughly.
“You…”
The man was about to say something.
Whoosh!
His vision blurred, and before he could react, he was already sprawled outside on the concrete.
“Where’d he go?”
“He flew?”
“How’d he do that?”
The tattooed guys, who’d been grinning and ready for a show, suddenly froze.
“You drink a little and think the world belongs to you?”
No character, no drinking manners, no brains, no fighting skills—what business do you have being a thug and making trouble for others?
Evan let out a mocking laugh.
As Evan finished speaking, three female spirits appeared, tossing each man out and beating them up in a circle.
To the bystanders, it looked like those drunken men were screaming, but there was nothing next to them. The sight made quite a few people stare, chills running down their spines.
Some who’d planned to hit on Yuna instantly gave up, not daring to make a move.
“There are so many flies in this world, and the Ma family is a whole nest of them.”
Yuna drank and ate barbecue, coldly watching the screaming crowd, her eyes full of disgust.
She glanced a few times, then turned to Evan. Her tolerance wasn’t great; her face was red, and her speech was slurred.
But her eyes were especially bright, locked onto Evan’s gaze.
“Am I not pretty?”
Yuna asked.
“Average.”
Evan replied with just those two words. Yuna was stunned, blinking—apparently, it was the first time anyone had rated her as merely average.
“I’ve been pretty since I was little. Lots of people chased after me, but I always knew what they wanted.”
But you’re the most different.
Yuna spoke, her tone somewhere between pride, grievance, and frustration.
Evan couldn’t be bothered to respond.
In this world, you don’t argue with women—especially not drunk women.
Evan couldn’t exactly say: ‘Other people see you as beautiful, but to me, you’re just a pretty skeleton.’
After all, Evan already had someone in his heart.
He wasn’t sure what kind of feeling it was yet, but there was definitely someone.
And compared to that person, Yuna really wasn’t as pretty.
“You want nothing from me—not my looks, not my family background. You just want to vent for your mom, to live freely.
That’s what makes you so different from everyone else.”
“Master Lin.”
Yuna spoke as she leaned forward, moving closer to Evan.