184: Chapter 183 We Really Have Fate 184: Chapter 183 We Really Have Fate “Three hundred thousand would have been fine, but we’re talking about three million,” Shen Yan sighed.
“Just think, if I replaced them with different girls every day, I wouldn’t spend that much in a year without repeating a single one.
But who can help it if I’ve gotten used to playing with them?
Even if I switched to a few top beauties now, I’d still choose them.
After all, when you’ve been together for a long time, they learn what you like and dislike, and you can’t just buy that kind of understanding.”
“But you did buy them,” scoffed Song Yun.
“Try seeing if those two women would still stick around when you’re broke.”
“Well, what’s the point of having so much money at home if not for the younger generation to spend?” Shen Yan replied with disdain.
“All I wanted in this life was to live simply as a young master who gets everything handed to him.
Any other lofty ambitions wouldn’t stick with me.”
“Ha!
Who wouldn’t want that kind of life, but we still have to strive to make a living.
Money is hard to earn and crap is hard to eat these days.
Slip up a little and you could get fired.
Working so hard for that bit of money that you wear yourself out, who has time to worry about quality?” Song Yun lamented.
“To live is to survive.
Whether that life is good or bad depends completely on your own capabilities.”
“Yup, only social parasites like us could spout such philosophical nonsense,” Shen Yan teased, slinging his arm over Song Yun’s shoulder with a laugh.
“Seems like you and I get along pretty well, huh?”
“Average, at best.
Who can change the fact that the gods graced me with good gab?”
“Keep showing off here, oh, but now it really is your turn to show off.
The guy your woman beat up earlier has come back with reinforcements,” Shen Yan said with schadenfreude, grinning at Song Yun.
Turning his head, Song Yun saw the man Qingluan had thrashed not long before marching towards them with two sidekicks, looking furious.
Patting Qingluan on the shoulder, Song Yun said, “Qingluan, that guy’s come looking for more trouble.”
Qingluan was busy chatting and having a blast with the ladies, particularly the two that were Shen Yan’s companions who knew all sorts of beauty secrets.
Suddenly informed by Song Yun that someone was looking for a beating, Qingluan was annoyed.
Why bother me with such trivial matters?
Couldn’t you, as a man, handle it yourself?
“Just deal with it yourself, can’t you see I’m busy?” Qingluan said, not even turning her head.
Song Yun shrugged helplessly, “Looks like I’ll have to take care of this.
Can’t even have a bit of fun on vacation without trouble, sheesh.”
“Go get ’em, bro.
I’ll cheer you on from back here,” Shen Yan chuckled from his seat, watching Song Yun.
“You heartless guy, can’t you come over and give me a hand?
Didn’t you see they’ve got three guys?
What if I get beaten up?” Song Yun fumed.
“You won’t get beaten; I believe in you,” Shen Yan said with his usual carefree demeanor.
“Besides, isn’t there a violent red rose right here?
I’ll just snitch to her if I see you getting hit.”
“What a poor choice of company,” Song Yun shook his head with a sigh, wondering why he always ended up with such irresponsible people.
Sure, he was similar, but he wasn’t as shameless as Shen Yan.
Moments before, they had been as close as brothers, nearly sworn in as blood brothers, and now he was chickening out.
As the man who had been beaten approached with two sturdy companions, Song Yun was about to step forward when they completely ignored him and went straight for Qingluan instead.
Song Yun was dumbfounded by this scene.
If he had gotten involved, he would have shown restraint at worst, maybe beating them so they couldn’t get up, but if those three men were to mess with Qingluan…
The thought was too pleasant; Song Yun dared not imagine.
Usually, anyone disturbing Qingluan’s mood would not mind being sent to the hospital for a couple of days.
“Little lady, you enjoyed hitting me quite a bit just now, didn’t you?” the man in the suit shouted at Qingluan while clutching his swollen mouth.
Qingluan barely frowned and ignored him.
Seeing Qingluan in a thinly-veiled rage, Song Yun quickly stepped forward to intervene.
If Qingluan lost her temper, probably no one could stop her.
“Bro, I’m her man.
If you’ve got something to say, let’s talk over there.
No need to shout at a woman,” Song Yun said, pulling the suit aside.
The man in the suit turned to scrutinize Song Yun’s plain clothes.
“You?
Can you even afford a beauty like her?
Don’t think I don’t know you’ve got some hero-saving-the-beauty fantasy going on.
But let me tell you, you’ve got the wrong person today.
This lady must come with me,” insisted the man in the suit.
“Song Yun, he’s loud,” pouted Qingluan, prompting Song Yun to spring into action, lest he be left standing there.
“Sorry, bro, but it’s your own fault for messing with her,” Song Yun said to the suit’s already pitiful face before the man could react.
Then Song Yun felt a fist connect with his own face and found himself soaring freely in the air like a little bird, up until he crashed to the ground.
Seeing Qingluan, the two men accompanying the man in the suit grabbed Song Yun’s shoulders without a word, trying to haul him up, but straining as they might, there was no reaction—maybe this seemingly frail man was actually a martial artist?
Of course, Song Yun was a martial artist.
Ever since he was sent to a sect as a child, he had been practicing horse stance.
Over ten years had passed without interruption, and even upon returning to Sunan City, Song Yun made sure to find an hour each day to practice.
“My clothes are torn because of you two,” Song Yun shouted angrily.
Dammit, you grab a man, and you tear the fabric off my shoulders.
Do you really want to see me run around half-naked?
The two, realizing they were up against a skilled fighter, hastily backed away.
Song Yun wouldn’t let them off easily.
He stepped forward, spun a 360-degree kick to the face of one, who lost two teeth from the strike.
“You tore my clothes,” Song Yun said, looking displeased at the other.
“I’ll pay, just tell me how much the clothes are, and I’ll pay,” the man said in a panic.
“Forget it, they’re not worth much.
Just take your people and go.
Remember not to trouble us again,” Song Yun waved them away, feeling generous.
After all, it was Qingluan who had first hit them, and then he had hit them too.
It wouldn’t sound good to spread around, so Song Yun reluctantly let them off.
Once the man had helped his companion and the man in the suit away, it was time to board.
Song Yun, accompanied by the three ladies, boarded the plane, and upon taking his seat, he discovered that Shen Yan’s seat was just across the aisle.
Shen Yan, surprised and smiling, said to Song Yun, “Looks like we really are fated to meet, huh?”