Chapter 2 Rose

The young bartender was called Xiao Zhao, or Little Zhao. He spoke with Yang Chen with familiarity. 

And Yang Chen didn't feel bad or anything so he just let him speak with him like that. 

Xiao Zhao's friendly demeanor and casual conversation put Yang Chen at ease, creating a comfortable atmosphere between them. 

And he always spoke about Big Sister Rose.

Yang Chen could remember everything, so it wasn't hard to recall the matter between him and this big sister of his.

Right as little Zhao had an expression of a saint brimming with romance and exaggeration, a charming yet dignified and intelligent voice rang behind him. 

"Little Zhao, how many more times do you think your pay can get cut?"

With an elegant modern qipao, her thighs were vaguely displayed through the slit to the side of her leg, which released an arousing sex appeal. 

In addition, her plump breasts and exquisite waist matched well with that smooth porcelain-like face that looked like a meticulous piece of art. 

On her shoulder were strands of light purple hair. This was a young lady with an appearance like she came out of a painting as she leisurely walked towards Yang Chen with a charming smile on her face.

Yang Chen remembered why he was here. He stood up, smiled at her, and said

"Happy birthday."

It was short, but filled with genuine warmth. Yang Chen could see the sparkle in her eyes as she thanked him in a soft voice.

Yang Chen had decided that he was Yang Chen, but with just a new set of memories. As for the weird feeling of Dejavu, he would treat it like a phenomenon.

He thought like this because he wanted to avoid doubting himself consistently. Why can't he just be the altered Yang Chen then? It was easy for him to accept himself. 

He believed that dwelling on the strange circumstances of his existence would only hinder his ability to move forward and embrace his new life.

"And you are also beautiful with your red dress. I like it very much."

So lame. His memories as playboy Yang Chen couldn't help him a little bit.

But even with this lame compliment, Hearing the praise, Rose still blushed. She then bit her smooth lips, and with a tone full of remorse, she said

"What use is there being beautiful? A certain someone rarely comes by, and even when it's my birthday that person still arrives this late."

Yang Chen, when he heard that, went silent a little bit before he spoke to her.

"Sorry. I will not be late next time, okay?"

"Next time? Really"

Rose was surprised that he promised to come next time. She couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that Yang Chen would keep his word.

Rose and he spoke with each other. She tried to offer him a job, but he refused. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to.

'I don't want a sugar mommy.'

Yang Chen wanted to maintain his independence and not rely on someone else for financial support. He valued his own ability to provide for himself and didn't want to feel indebted to anyone.

'But the mutton skewer business was a little too cheap. I think I should find a new business.'

Yang Chen shook his head and stopped thinking about it for now. He would think about it when he went back home.

"Now let's celebrate your birthday, shall we?"

No matter how dim the lights in the bar were, Rose's face and physique still emitted an irresistible charm. 

Rose walked to the other side of the counter, sat beside Yang Chen, and first poured a glass of whiskey for herself, then poured another for Yang Chen.

Yang Chen, when he saw that she had offered him a drink. He remembered that every time he drank, the alcohol would cause a disorder in his psyche. 

There were too many bad memories inside his head, which was why, to him, alcohol was poison.

"I don't drink."

"Today's my birthday, can you make an exception and drink a glass of liquor?"

Yang Chen felt guilty. He checked his condition with the knowledge he had. He found that drinking just one glass would worsen his condition, but he had a way to suppress it.

So he wouldn't want to disappoint her.

"Alright, but only one glass."

Yang Chen then drank the whiskey that she offered. 

Sure enough, Rose happily smiled, that smile resembled seeing snow for the first time. Under the dim light, her visage glowed with luster, entering Yang Chen's eyes, it made his heart tremble.

'So this is how it feels.'

Yang Chen felt his condition, but it wasn't as bad as he thought.

Rose leaned forward, and pressed her body onto Yang Chen's chest and melancholily said 

"Do you know, it has been 10 years since I last celebrated my birthday. Although there's no cake, no candles, no presents, not even a party. But with you to accompany me to a drink, I feel very contented."

Yang Chen distinctly felt two soft, moldable lumps pressing against him, gently stroking it, bringing with it a stimulating sensation.

Slightly lowering his head, he saw the slit of Rose's qipao, and the fairly discernible soft porcelain-like snowy skin. Below her exquisite ankles was a pair of fiery-red high-heeled shoes,

The intense visual stimulation along with fierce seduction aroused Yang Chen's male hormones.

'She knew how to seduce a man. But it is still clumsy. This should be her first time doing something like this.'

As Yang Chen observed Rose's seductive display, he couldn't help but notice a slight nervousness in her actions. It was evident that she was inexperienced in the art of seduction, yet her efforts were still captivating. 

"I think it should be enough already, Rose."

Yang Chen spoke to her as he suppressed his condition with the pressure point technique. He blocked his hormones from going out of control. It was torture, to be honest.

Rose looked at Yang Chen with a mix of affection and disappointment. She had hoped to impress him with her seductive skills, but it seemed that she still had a long way to go. 

Nevertheless, she was determined to improve and make their next encounter even more enticing.

"I-I can see that you can barely endure sitting here, I'm going to go entertain my other customers, if you don't want to stay any longer, you may leave." 

Rose left the seat. She was feeling a combination of embarrassment and frustration. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to truly capture Yang Chen's attention.

Yang Chen saw that, and he couldn't help but chuckle. How could she be this cute and endearing even in her moments of self-doubt? 

He made a mental note to find a way to make her feel more comfortable and valued during the time they met.