Has the Fallen Young Master Changed His Heart Today? - Chapter 1.1

In March, the breeze in An City carried a hint of coolness.

It rained lightly during the day, and now, small splashes of water were still being kicked up on the streets.

At this moment, it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

Looking up, the tightly spaced streetlights were already lit, serving as guiding lights in the dim night.

At the intersection of the street, the KTV adorned with colorful lights had been recently renovated, truly making it the liveliest spot in the area.

The name “Night Star” was changed a few months ago, and dropping the original “Evening” made it sound a bit more stylish.

As the most popular KTV in the area, the soundproofing of its private rooms was unmatched by other places.

Only by opening the door could one tell whether the sounds inside were heavenly melodies or ghostly wails.

A sharply dressed waiter pushed open the door of Room 1101, carrying a tray of differently colored drinks in small glasses.

“Actually, I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Actually, I can’t live without you.”

“Actually, I gave you more love than you think.”

…

A chubby boy stood at the front, eyes closed, gripping the microphone, completely immersed.

His voice was pleasant, his singing skill exceptional, and after turning off the original track, he was performing freely.

Friends sitting below teased with a smile, “The voice of someone who just got dumped is really something else.”

That wasn’t untrue.

The singer’s voice made listeners feel a sense of unattainable love, raw and heart-wrenching.

“Hello, this is our signature five-color cocktail. Please read the small card carefully before drinking. Each glass has a different flavor and strength, so you can choose according to your preference.”

The waiter set down the tray, speaking with a lowered head.

“If you need anything else, feel free to call us. Thank you.”

The door closed again, and the current song was nearing its end.

A man sitting by the song-selection station turned back, looking at the five or six people in the room.

“Hurry up and pick some songs, there aren’t many left in the queue.”

The one looking at the card was focused only on the drinks, casually saying, “You guys pick, I’ll go later.”

Another man tilted his head, looking at someone sitting at the edge of the sofa, leaning closer.

“Old Jiang, how about you? Wanna sing one?”

The person called by name was replying to a message.

The overhead lights kept flashing, but the area where he sat was mostly dark.

His appearance wasn’t clear, dressed in black, as if blending completely into the surroundings.

Jiang Yanming didn’t look up, the noise around him was quiet in his ears, his voice low when he spoke.

“No need.”

He hadn’t planned to come, but it was a company partner gathering to celebrate the enthusiastic response to a game launch.

Not showing up wouldn’t have been good.

So, he convinced himself to stay for a bit.

It was nine-fifty in the evening.

Calculating the time, Jiang Yanming would leave around ten-thirty, an hour and a half being his limit.

He never liked places like this.

“I’m hungry.”

Someone said, and another immediately chimed in, “Eat then, order takeout, get whatever you want.”

“We’re not going out to eat later, just staying here?”

“We’ll see later. Don’t we have to party for a few hours? If you’re hungry, just order, but don’t eat too much, just enough.”

Whether it was singing, ordering takeout, or rolling dice, Jiang Yanming didn’t join in.

“Then let’s get some skewers, eat light.”

A few people looked at their phones, adding things they wanted to eat.

“This barbecue place has pretty high ratings. It’s new and close by.”

Shang Ziyu glanced at Jiang Yanming, then pushed his phone forward a bit.

“Wanna order?”

Jiang Yanming had already put down his phone but was just sitting there.

He glanced over, not even seeing the name of the place.

“I’m not eating, you guys order.”

“Alright, I’m placing the order then.”

After ordering, the singing in the room continued nonstop, with some eagerly waiting for food, stomachs growling.

Fifteen hundred meters away, “Zhi Yu Barbecue” received the order.

The shop was crowded, every seat taken.

In the smoky atmosphere, a young man was busy working, with someone in a gray hoodie standing beside him.

Though the barbecue shop had only been open for a few months, its customer flow made nearby restaurant owners jealous.

But if they were curious and came to look, they’d understand why young customers always flocked here.

Just a week after the shop opened, online posts drew many people from the city to this new barbecue spot, wave after wave coming for the experience.

No other reason.

It was just that the two men in the photos were too good-looking.

The one grilling wore a tank top, his skin healthy, his exposed muscle lines making people sneak glances.

His hands never stopped, and he quickly turned his head to say, “Gu, go back, I can handle it.”

The person checking orders looked more refined, with a youthful air.

He was pale, his long eyelashes making people wonder if they were fake.

His eyes were the most captivating, pure and bright, unforgettable even from a side glance.

The mole on his nose tip and the one by his right eye were noticeable, quite distinctive.

Gu Qingzhi lowered his head, finished checking the order, and glanced at the prepared takeout.

He answered quickly, “No need.”

Many eyes gradually landed on Gu Qingzhi, not lingering long.

They stole a few glances before turning back to chat and laugh with their companions.

“He’s really good-looking.”

“See, I told you the real person looks even better than the photos.”

“Puppy type, I like it, looks so well-behaved.”

“Really so good-looking, I’ve never seen a guy this attractive, seems young too.”