Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Qin Lang was a little surprised that Su Yue would still contact him.

"It's Su Yue calling. Is she looking for you two?" Qin Lang looked at Ruan Zhihuan and Xu Han across from him, who were already putting tripe into the pot.

Ruan Zhihuan: "I don't know, neither of us had our phones with us."

Qin Lang suspected that the two of them deliberately didn't bring their phones, afraid that they would have to pay the bill.

Should he answer or not? Qin Lang hesitated for three seconds before finally pressing the answer button.

"Brother Lang, I'm at the entrance of your residential area. Can you come down and meet me?" Su Yue's voice came from the phone.

She actually came. Could it be that she's not trying to kill me?

Qin Lang: "We're right at the entrance of the residential area. Get out of the car and find a restaurant called 'Brothers Hot Pot'."

After a three-second silence, the other party spoke again: "...Brother Lang, I don't have money to pay the fare. I need your help to settle the bill."

Qin Lang: "..."

As I walked out of the hot pot restaurant, I saw a taxi parked on the opposite side of the road. A girl with flaxen hair was looking around through the open window.

"Brother Lang, here...here!"

Upon seeing Qin Lang, Su Yue felt as if she had found a savior and quickly waved and called out.

Qin Lang walked up, puzzled. Hadn't he given this girl a 20 yuan red envelope?

However, he didn't mind and casually asked the taxi driver, "Sir, how much is it? I'll pay."

The driver, a man in his forties, rolled down the passenger window, glanced at Qin Lang, and said, "98, cash or QR code?"

Upon hearing this number, Qin Lang was so angry he laughed: "Hehe, Master, I'm a local."

"I don't care where you're from. Even if you're in the sky, you still have to pay for a taxi, right?" the driver said irritably, his eyes showing a hint of disdain for an idiot.

"It's less than 1.5 kilometers from Liaobei University to here, and you're asking for 98? Are you crazy or am I crazy?" Qin Lang immediately lost his temper. He had lived in Liaobei City for two lifetimes and had never heard of any taxi driver daring to be so greedy!

However, as he spoke, Qin Lang caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that Su Yue, sitting in the back row, quietly lowered her head.

"Here you go, the meter receipt is right here, take a look!" The driver got anxious when he saw that Qin Lang didn't want to pay, tore off the receipt, and got out of the car.

He held the receipt up to Qin Lang and angrily retorted, "Who told you it came from Liaocheng University? Your friend got on the bus at Liaocheng University, first I took her to the pedestrian street, she made a phone call there, and then she didn't get off the bus. Next, she wanted to go to Jingding Shopping Plaza, and she still didn't get off there... and finally we arrived here."

"See this? It's clearly written here. I drove her 51 kilometers. Tell me, is 98 yuan for 51 kilometers too much?" The driver waved the long receipt in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang immediately understood that this girl had gone around trying to find someone to pay for the ride, but he was the one who "picked her up".

He glanced at Su Yue in the back row; the girl had her head down, not daring to look Qin Lang in the eye.

"Take the code, I'll scan it for you." Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief, said nothing more, and took out his phone to scan the money.

Upon hearing the notification that the money had been credited to his account, the driver returned to the car, unlocked the back door, and let Su Yue out.

The taxi sped away, and Qin Lang sized up Su Yue as she got out of the car.

She wore a tight-fitting black cropped tank top with a black and white checkered shirt over it, the hem of which was casually tied in a knot, revealing a glimpse of her slender waist. Her bottoms were high-waisted black skinny ripped jeans, with quite a few holes, revealing glimpses of areas that shouldn't be exposed.

She wore thick-soled black Doc Martens boots, the uppers polished to a shine, the laces casually tied. A few stray strands of hair clung messily to her forehead, and silver cross earrings dangled from her ears.

"Do you have any tattoos?" Qin Lang asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Su Yue was stunned. She didn't expect Qin Lang's first question to be this.

"No. I wanted to get a tattoo during the winter break, but my mom threatened to kill herself, so I had to give up," Su Yue said casually. The embarrassment she felt earlier seemed to have vanished the moment she got out of the car.

"Tell me, what do you want here?" Qin Lang looked at the most "authentic" young woman in the trio, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"I... I heard from Huanhuan that they came to your place to read, and I'm bored by myself, so... Brother Lang, I don't have any money for food. Can I go eat with you first? After we eat, you can do whatever you want." Su Yue's eyes were fixed on the "Brothers Hot Pot" restaurant across the street. She remembered that Qin Lang had mentioned on the phone that he was eating hot pot at that restaurant.

"Heh, let's go." Seeing this, Qin Lang smiled helplessly, shook his head, and led the girl towards the hot pot restaurant.

"Didn't I transfer you 20 yuan? That should be enough for dinner, right?" Qin Lang said casually as he walked ahead.

Ruan Zhihuan: "I bought a milk tea... and it's gone."

Qin Lang: "..."

Upon entering the hot pot restaurant and seeing Xu Han and Ruan Zhihuan, Su Yue quickly ran to their table, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, scooped up a few pieces of meat, swallowed them, and then said to the two of them, "Xiao Han, I understand the rules of the underworld. I won't rob your old... Brother Lang. I just really don't have any money for food. Don't worry... when I've robbed... and have money, I'll definitely pay you back."

Qin Lang's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side. What the hell did they take me for?

"Whatever," Xu Han said coldly after taking a sip of milk tea.

Su Yue turned to look at Ruan Zhihuan, her face serious, and said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, have you forgotten the rules for our discussion about the three flowers? How could you talk about Xiao Han's... Xiao Deng?"

When questioned by Su Yue, Ruan Zhihuan nonchalantly replied while eating, "I didn't collapse. I earned this meal through hard work."

Su Yue: "Nonsense! How else are we going to take down Old Deng if we don't work?"

Ruan Zhihuan: "It wasn't that kind of work. We were painting for Qin Lang, and he made some money, so he treated us to hot pot."

"Drawing?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Su Yue's eyes as she turned to Qin Lang and asked, "Little Deng... Brother Lang, I can dance, would you take me in?"

Worried that Qin Lang would refuse, the young woman quickly added, "Any kind of dance, whether it's vegetarian or savory, is fine."

Qin Lang beckoned the waiter over, ordered a milk tea for Su Yue, and said with a smile, "Any kind of dance is fine, right?"

"Anything works!"

"Then show me a piece now, and I'll see what level you're at. If..." Qin Lang said with a playful smile, intending to joke with Su Yue.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Su Yue got up and went to the open space in the middle, and started dancing.

He twisted his head and swayed his waist, turning the grain sack up and down. Regardless of whether the action was professional or not, it certainly attracted attention.

Every single man in the hot pot restaurant had their eyes glued to Su Yue. Even the burly men passing by outside squeezed their way in.

The hot pot restaurant owner grinned so hard his teeth were showing, and immediately ordered the waiter to give Qin Lang's table two extra plates of goat meat, three cups of milk tea, and a dozen beers for free.