I'm Just Getting Your Luck - Chapter 13
“You guys are really different.”
The bar was crowded with people.
Ying Yu got pushed into the front row in a daze and was chosen as the lucky audience member, surrounded by a group of handsome guys.
Even when she stepped off the stage, she still felt light-headed, and her fingers retained the unfamiliar sensation of touch.
Turns out Zhou Chenyi didn’t let her touch him, but she ended up touching a stranger instead.
Ying Yu calmed herself down with a Long Island iced tea at the quieter bar on the second floor.
The guy she’d pulled up on stage earlier — the one she’d made touch his abs — followed her upstairs. “Miss, are you here alone?”
“No, I’m with my friend.”
Long Qiuqiu had already made some new friends and was busy playing games with them.
“Is this your first time here? Let me buy you a drink.”
“No need, thank you.”
Ying Yu was still cautious when alone; even the drink the bartender handed her was only sipped symbolically.
The guy chuckled softly, “No need to be so guarded. I’m a student, just doing a part-time gig tonight.”
“You work here?”
“Yeah, 1,500 yuan a night. If it were you, wouldn’t you take the job?”
She’d totally take it.
The guy didn’t seem to have bad intentions. On the contrary, he was polite and talkative, keeping a respectful distance from Ying Yu. He even warned her that Long Island iced tea wasn’t just a soft drink — it was strong and could easily get first-timers drunk.
Her phone vibrated. Surprisingly, it was a message from Zhou Chenyi.
Z: [Where are you?]
Ying Yu hesitated, then pretended not to see it, continuing her conversation with the guy about which drinks tasted sweet but hit hard.
“What if I’ve been chasing someone for a long time, but he never lets me touch him?” she asked.
“Probably insecure about his body.”
“I think he’s got a great body.”
“Then he probably doesn’t like you.”
“If he doesn’t like me — why? Why doesn’t he like me! If he doesn’t like me, I’ll find someone else to like!”
Ying Yu’s eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed, and voice soft but full of confidence: “Back at the Demon Bureau, both Big Goose and Erhe said I was good-looking. If he doesn’t like me, he just has no taste. I’ll like someone else now!”
“What do you think about me?”
The guy held her arm to stop her from sliding off her seat.
“Nope,” Ying Yu rested her cheek in her palm, “He said, ‘No one gives without a reason — men who are too nice must be up to no good.’ I need to keep my distance.”
“Oh, my phone’s ringing.”
Ying Yu groggily picked up the call, sobered slightly at the sight of “Z” on the screen.
Zhou Chenyi was calling her!
What now?!
It was too noisy outside. Ying Yu spotted an empty private booth, grabbed her drink, and hurried inside.
She leaned against the wall, cleared her throat, and picked up: “Hello, what’s up?”
“Where are you now?”
Zhou Chenyi didn’t sound happy. Ying Yu told a small lie: “At this hour, of course I’m home.”
“Why didn’t you reply to my message earlier?”
“You told me to keep my distance.”
“…Funny how that’s the one thing you actually listened to.”
Ying Yu downed the rest of her drink, leaning lazily against the wall. “You wouldn’t let me touch you, so I went to find someone else. Is that not okay?”
“So you chatted it up with a 6’0 muscle guy, had three cocktails, and even touched him?”
“You—!”
Ying Yu’s eyes widened. Then she reconsidered — maybe Zhou Chenyi was bluffing. Could it really be such a coincidence?
“Private booth, One Heart Room, Lihe Bar.”
The doorknob turned.
Zhou Chenyi walked in and shut the door behind him, his tall figure completely engulfing her. He lowered his head, eyes cold: “Ying Yu, you really want to touch that badly?”
“No, I—”
“Then touch me.”
—
Jiang Jiuji had just finished giving a lecture out of town. Li Shuangyi eagerly arranged for someone to drive him back and lured him into Lihe Bar.
“Soda water, thanks.” Jiang Jiuji took off his suit jacket and leaned back on the couch. Even with alcohol lined up in front of him, he grabbed the soda instead. “My Grape doesn’t let me drink.”
“People know it’s a cat, but if they didn’t, they’d think it’s your girlfriend,” Li Shuangyi quipped.
“At least I’m better than contestant No. 9. My cat doesn’t cheat on me.”
Jiang Jiuji sipped the soda and checked the home surveillance footage.
Strangely, it was offline — seemed to have lost connection since evening.
He frowned and was about to call property management when a girl suddenly interrupted him.
“Hi, can I get your WeChat?”
Long Qiuqiu had lost a game and her dare was to ask Jiang Jiuji for his WeChat.
They were regulars here and knew that as the boss’s friend, Jiang Jiuji never gave out his contact.
She planned to bluff her way through — until Jiang Jiuji looked up.
Long Qiuqiu was startled.
The scent-recognition part of her brain finally kicked in. Wasn’t this her stubborn “servant” who’d said he couldn’t make it back tonight?
Li Shuangyi quickly straightened up. “She can add me instead. He doesn’t give out his WeChat.”
“Tonight’s an exception.” Jiang Jiuji looked at her a moment, pulled up his QR code, and calmly said, “Scan me.”
—
She really must’ve been on a lucky streak lately.
Zhou Chenyi actually showed up and let her touch him.
This had to be a dream. She must’ve been drunk — the real Zhou Chenyi would never act like this.
Ying Yu swallowed hard, stared at his abs, but didn’t dare touch. She only placed her hand briefly on his arm and quickly pulled away.
“Scared? Or unimpressed?” Zhou Chenyi lifted her chin and gave a cold chuckle. “You were so bold with that stranger. Why can’t you even look at me now?”
Ying Yu leaned against the wall, eyes dodging his, but Zhou Chenyi pressed closer: “You’re not the same, huh?”
“How are you different?”
“You’re just… completely different.”
Ying Yu’s lips still glistened with alcohol, and she whispered, “I don’t like them. I only like you.”
They hadn’t turned on the lights. The room was silent except for the occasional footsteps in the hallway — and his heartbeat.
Maybe it was the alcohol muddling his brain, but Zhou Chenyi got serious. His nose brushed hers as he asked softly, “Who do you like?”
But Ying Yu suddenly got sleepy and didn’t answer.
Zhou Chenyi coaxed her, “Say it again, and I’ll let you touch.”
“Kitty, my little kitty, I like you most. I don’t like anyone else~”
Zhou Chenyi: “…”
Her body slumped. Zhou Chenyi had to wrap his arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
Her blouse pressed against his suit; he could feel her softness and smell her sweet scent.
“Stand up,” he said.
“No. This is my dream. You listen to me.”
Ying Yu found her support — she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled in. Fingers in his hair, she murmured, “You wouldn’t let me touch you, so I did touch you. What can you do about it?”
She cupped Zhou Chenyi’s face, angrily ruffling his hair:
“You’re a vicious dog! What, you think I’m scared of you? I’m a fox — I fear nothing! You used to chase me around; now I’m patting your head. Bark, I dare you!”
So drunk she couldn’t even tell the difference between a man and a dog.
Zhou Chenyi tried to push her off, but Ying Yu only clung tighter — like an octopus.
And a certain part of him was responding to her closeness.
Beast.
He cursed himself and tried to calm down. Then picked her up and dumped her into the backseat of the car — none too gently.
In that short time, Ying Yu was already dozing off. He shook her: “Ying Yu, where’s your house key?”
She sat up and tried to get out: “No, I’m not leaving. Kitty’s still inside.”
“I’ll get her. You stay put.”
Zhou Chenyi unlocked her phone and called Long Qiuqiu.
Five minutes later, Long Qiuqiu climbed into the car in a flash. Ying Yu collapsed into her arms:
“Kitty, I missed you. I didn’t cheat on you, but I did tame a super scary dog!”
The “super scary dog” in the front seat glanced back coldly.
Ying Yu shrank into Long Qiuqiu’s arms, whispering behind her hand:
“Kitty, why’s that scary dog in the passenger seat? Is he gonna bite me? Be careful of him, okay?”
“He won’t.”
Long Qiuqiu hugged her — and suddenly felt a white fluffy tail in her palm.
Oh no! She’s about to revert to her original form! That can’t happen — there’s a human in the car!
“Sweetie, how much did you drink?!” She patted Zhou Chenyi on the shoulder, completely unbothered by formality. “Drive. Take her home.”
—
Alcohol is not a good thing.
Ying Yu woke up the next day with her brain feeling like mush.
She climbed out of bed, but her legs were too short, so her head hit the carpet first.
“Ow—! Finally awake, my little ancestor.” Long Qiuqiu picked her up from the floor.
The tiny fox nestled obediently in her arms, tail drooping. “Kitty, why did I revert to my original form?”
“You drank too much and lost control of your powers. Zhou Chenyi almost saw you. Luckily, I got him to leave.”
“I drank that much?! I didn’t do anything else, did I?”
Long Qiuqiu thought a moment: “Does throwing up in Zhou Chenyi’s car count?”
Ying Yu: “!”
“And when you were getting out, you clung to him and wouldn’t let go, said he smelled good, and patted his head.”
“AHHH!!”
Long Qiuqiu pointed to the bed: “You also pulled off his suit jacket and slept on it.”
The jacket was wrinkled, covered in fox fur, and even had a suspicious wet patch — possibly drool.
“…Kitty, please tell me you’re joking.”
“Why would I joke about this? I’m never letting you drink again.”
Long Qiuqiu rubbed her temples. “I looked up the brand of that suit. ¥39,000. If you work hard, maybe in four or five months of not eating or drinking, you could pay it back.”
Ying Yu: “…”
This has to be a dream — a really, really terrible nightmare.