What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 33

BLUE Bar was just as usual, filled with swirling music.

In the dimly lit AV room in the soundproofed second-floor office, the passion of the couple on the projection screen seemed ready to overflow.

Cheng Zhan had just finished showering, wearing a dark blue bathrobe, long legs crossed as he lounged on the leather sofa, sipping whiskey and feeding himself blueberries. He watched the “erotic series” continuously unfolding at the Cheng family villa with great interest.

As the owner of BLUE Bar, he often stayed here; the entire second floor was his office, lounge, and bedroom, fully equipped for everything.

Classical music still floated in the room—the rich, somber notes of a cello concerto—which contrasted oddly yet harmoniously with the silent erotic content playing on the screen.

At that moment, the two on the monitor had changed positions. Ling Qianqian was straddling Bai Yiyan, lost in the moment. The camera captured her from multiple angles—front, side, and back—every detail visible.

The video was silent, but the rhythm of their movements seemed to perfectly match the music in the room.

Cheng Zhan smiled, long fingers resting across his lips. The delicate kiss marks forming a necklace on the woman’s chest, and the small heart above her navel, caught his attention. As expected of a master creator, the marks left were unique and creative.

At that moment, his phone blinked. A message popped up from Cheng Ye: “Come downstairs, drink with me.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and reluctantly used the remote to turn off the projector.

He guessed why Cheng Ye wanted him to drink tonight: it was probably because Ling Qianqian and Bai Yiyan had just displayed their affection right in front of him, provoking him.

But this was not something he could console; all he could do was drink with him and let him vent.

After changing clothes, Cheng Zhan locked the door and went downstairs.

As the bar owner, he rarely came downstairs unless the manager couldn’t handle something or someone was causing trouble—only then would he go check.

Most of the time, staying upstairs was a guise, making Cheng Fu think he was idle and incapable of greatness. In reality, Cheng Zhan was fully aware of everything happening in the Cheng family and never missed a detail; he just operated discreetly, so no one knew what he was planning.

Walking down the spiral staircase with calm steps, he immediately saw his older brother sitting at the bar near the dance floor.

It struck him as strange—if Cheng Ye was downstairs, he would usually sit in the VIP section, almost never at the bar. Perhaps he had been too provoked tonight?

Cheng Zhan made his way to the bar. Handsome and charming, moving through the dance floor, he naturally drew attention. Unlike Cheng Ye, whose aura could intimidate, Cheng Zhan’s presence invited people to approach.

He greeted the patrons casually and walked to the bar at his own pace.

Cheng Ye, however, had his back turned, wearing a short-sleeved black shirt. It seemed inappropriate for late autumn—few would dress like summer even with the bar’s air conditioning. Next to him was a black handbag, unusual because Cheng Ye never carried a bag.

More strangely, when Cheng Zhan reached him, the man didn’t even recognize him.

“Big brother, why aren’t you in the VIP section?”

The man seemed slow to react, finally looking up with confusion. “Are you talking to me?”

Cheng Zhan sensed something was wrong. Cheng Ye wasn’t humorous, and though he claimed to be here to drink, the glass on the counter contained soda. Yet the face in front of him looked exactly like Cheng Ye.

“Could soda really get you drunk?” he said teasingly, reaching to pat the man’s shoulder.

The man reflexively pushed his hand away, brow furrowed with hostility. “You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t have a brother.”

He wasn’t joking.

Because this was not Cheng Ye.

He was Ji Shi.