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The tavern was small, with only four or five greasy square tables.

An old man wearing reading glasses sat behind the counter.

He barely lifted his eyelids at the noise of the two men bursting in, and continued calculating with his head down.

The old man was clearly hard of hearing and didn't recognize these two walking traffic magnets who are currently dominating the internet's trending topics.

"Boss, two bottles of the lowest alcohol content fruit wine, a plate of sliced ​​beef, and some smashed cucumber."

Lin Yan let go of Shen Qingqiu and pulled her to hide in the most secluded corner.

"Alright, a pot of peach blossom wine and a pot of plum wine." The old man slowly went to get busy.

Shen Qingqiu sat on the long bench, her wrist still warm from Lin Yan's palm.

She pressed the back of her hand against her burning cheeks, trying to regain her usual decisive and efficient boss aura.

But a surge in adrenaline isn't something you can just bring down.

"That was close! I've never been this embarrassed before."

Shen Qingqiu stared at Lin Yan, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

"Just consider it an experience."

Lin Yan unpacked the disposable chopsticks and tapped them neatly on the table.

"If the fans knew that the usually aloof and icy queen of pop was just dragged along by me like a refugee, they would probably all be heartbroken."

The owner served wine and dishes, including a Dali-style earthenware wine pot with two rough little wine bowls.

Lin Yan poured her a bowl of peach blossom wine; the pink liquid rippled and exuded a sweet fragrance.

Shen Qingqiu had run too hard and was indeed thirsty.

I intended to take a small sip to moisten my throat, but the wine was extremely sweet.

There was no spiciness from the alcohol at all; it was like drinking fruit juice. She couldn't resist and gulped down half a bowl.

"Hey boss, slow down! This stuff may be called fruit wine, but it's quite potent."

Lin Yan stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and mumbled a reminder.

Shen Qingqiu didn't hear a word she said; perhaps the life-or-death race she had just experienced had triggered some kind of emotional switch.

She poured herself another bowl, staring intently at Lin Yan, her usually cool eyes beginning to well up with tears.

The aftereffects of fruit wine can come on suddenly.

In less than half an hour, both pots were emptied, with more than half of them ending up in Shen Qingqiu's stomach.

At this moment, she completely shed her usual aloof and unapproachable persona.

She rested her chin on her hands, her elbows propped on the greasy table, her eyes gazing at Lin Yan with a dreamy look.

Slightly tipsy, her eyes were flushed with a faint peach-red hue, languid and charming, like a wild rose quietly blooming in the dead of night, exuding irresistible allure.

Lin Yan felt a little uneasy under the stare and promptly put down his chopsticks.

"Boss, you've had too much to drink. If you keep causing trouble here in broad daylight, I can't carry you."

Shen Qingqiu didn't refute, but suddenly stretched out her fair finger and pointed it at his nose across the table.

"Lin Yan".

Her voice was incredibly soft, with a sticky, lingering tone.

"I'm here, what's up?" Lin Yan leaned back strategically, looking at her warily.

"Are you a blockhead?" Shen Qingqiu asked bluntly.

The sudden blow stunned Lin Yan.

Although he has lived two lives, he has always believed in the wise man's rule of not falling in love.

Shen Qingqiu's thoughts and his recent overstepping actions were perfectly clear to him; he just habitually used feigning ignorance as a shield.

"What are you talking about, boss? I'm the music director, a wage earner, not a carpenter."

Lin Yan continued to use his "straight man pretending to be stupid" technique, trying to laugh it off.

But he seriously underestimated the fighting power that alcohol gave to women.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly stood up, his body swaying slightly.

She braced her hands on the table, leaned forward, and presented Lin Yan with her exquisite and flawless face.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to less than ten centimeters.

Lin Yan could clearly smell her warm breath, which carried the scent of wine, and the familiar cedar scent in her hair.

"Don't play dumb."

The usual coldness in Shen Qingqiu's eyes was gone, replaced by a look of grievance and stubbornness.

She stared intently at Lin Yan: "I'll offer you a multi-million dollar annual salary, with room and board included, and I'll go head-to-head with Star Glory Entertainment for you!"

"I even publicly announced on Weibo, where I have tens of millions of followers, that I'm pursuing you..."

"Lin Yan, even if you were a piece of iron, wouldn't you have warmed up by now?"

The dim light shone on her face, casting long shadows on her eyelashes.

At this moment, she was not the ruthless queen of the entertainment industry.

She was just a little girl who was so upset because she wasn't getting a response from anyone that she felt like she was about to break.

Looking at the face in front of him, Lin Yan's defenses crumbled completely.

He sighed softly.

In this murky world, everyone is just putting on an act, wearing masks to extract benefits from him.

Only this woman, in this dilapidated little tavern, with a touch of drunkenness, revealed a completely pure and sincere heart.

Lin Yan did not back down.

He slowly raised his hand, his large palm passing over her forehead and gently covering her slightly messy hair.

This is an extremely soothing yet intensely aggressive "head pat".

Shen Qingqiu froze instantly.

Her alcohol-numbed brain momentarily froze, unable to process this inappropriate intimacy, and she could only stare blankly at him.

Lin Yan smiled, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying the captivating tenderness he possessed when he sang.

"Stop fooling around."

He gently ruffled her hair with his large hand, looking directly into her slightly dilated pupils, and said, word by word:

"Go back and post on Weibo that you've won her over."

This simple sentence was a bombshell, instantly creating a storm in Shen Qingqiu's mind.

Her ears turned bright red instantly, and even her long neck was tinged with a fiery pink.

She bit her lower lip, looking at Lin Yan's lips so close to hers, and the impulse fueled by alcohol exploded.

The air at that moment was stringy and viscous, impossible to dissolve.

Shen Qingqiu's breathing became more and more rapid, her gaze fixed on Lin Yan's lips, and her body uncontrollably moved forward a little more.

The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and the first kiss was practically inevitable.

Just at this peak moment when they were about to seal their love with a kiss.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was violently pushed open!

The glaring sunlight and the cacophony of voices felt like a bucket of cold water being poured in.

"Sir! Did a couple wearing white shirts and floral skirts just run in?!"

"We are reporters from Xinghai Entertainment News!"