Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 238 - 180. Lying to Mom

Chapter 238: 180. Lying to Mom

"You changed pretty fast."

Leading the way downstairs, Lu Jincheng fetched his bike from Building 14 and rode over to Building 6, just in time to meet the short-haired girl who had finished changing her clothes.

Hearing that their destination was a livehouse, Guan Yongyi wore a short white coat tinged with green, just long enough to cover her waist and hips, revealing the collar of a black patterned shirt underneath.

She switched to a pair of black shoes that rose above her ankles, the long laces dangling, and her skirt had been replaced by dark, tight pants that accentuated her figure.

"Let’s get going~"

Lu Jincheng’s gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, making her feel a bit embarrassed.

"This time I’m truly mesmerized by you."

"Cut it out! Who’d believe that."

Sitting on the back of an electric bike and heading out late at night with a boy meant more than just an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment act.

Trust, impulsiveness, and alcohol all mixed together.

Guan Yongyi wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, her face half-buried into his back, inhaling a pleasant scent that wafted faintly into her nose.

Was it the smell of cedarwood? Grapevine? Or perhaps lime?

Unable to distinguish whether it was the scent of laundry detergent or perfume, the slightly tipsy her seemed to lose her ability to think clearly.

She took a quiet deep breath, unimportant.

Not wanting to discern.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"The wind is so strong!"

"Isn’t it more fun than driving a car!"

"Yeah!"

Guan Yongyi nodded vigorously, even though the boy in front couldn’t see her expression.

The short-haired girl’s eyes crinkled gently upwards, forming two crescent moons, and a small arc spread across her lips.

She smiled brilliantly in the shadows, as if the sound of the wind through the streets and alleys would fall silent henceforth.

Having been extremely well-protected by her family, Guan Yongyi either took taxis on her own or was chauffeured by family members; she had never even touched an electric scooter, let alone sat on the back of a boy’s bike.

This was her life’s first time.

The evening wind was no longer gentle, causing her hair to flutter, her hands to feel cold, yet her heart was full of burning anticipation.

Turning her head, the uniform streetlights and colorful neon lights came into view, while pedestrians and trees seemed to speed up around her.

In the world, only Lu Jincheng and herself remained parallel.

"Don’t take the chance to take advantage of me."

"No... I’m not, it’s just the wind is strong, and I can’t hold on tightly!"

The girl’s hands wrapped around his waist moved uncontrollably from side to side.

He...

Oh my god.

He actually had abs!

Although Guan Yongyi hadn’t intended it, being caught red-handed by her subject made her face flush with embarrassment.

However, she had to admit.

It felt a little bit... thrilling.

...

VOX was quite legendary in Jiang City.

Located on Lumo Road, it wasn’t situated in the city center, but it was one of the first livehouses in the country designed specifically for performances, and a landmark in the hearts of rock youth.

Its hardware, software, and venue environment were top-notch in the industry, thus very popular among original musicians.

Any domestic band with a touring experience would almost certainly not miss VOX as a stop.

As the name VOX implied.

—The voice of the youth, the voice of freedom.

"Are you sure there’s a performance tonight?"

"Don’t worry about it."

Lu Jincheng parked the electric bike near VOX, locked it, waited for Guan Yongyi to catch up with him, and they entered together.

In his past life, he was a regular at VOX.

The place was known for its dense line-up of shows, averaging around 200 performances a year, with a record high of over 250 in a single year.

Autumn winds flashed at the street corner, stirring up the world’s hustle and bustle.

Dodging street vendors, dog-walking old men, and the midnight roar of luxury cars tearing through Lumo Alley, it was as if separated by layers of foam in a swirling, intense cup of spirits, turning into two completely different worlds.

"The stairs are a bit steep, I’ll hold you."

"Okay."

Large hand leading a small hand, Lu Jincheng went upstairs and pushed open the door.

Memories seemed to open a box long sealed, a wave of familiarity rushed over.

"Wow..."

The girl behind him gazed at everything new and her eyes widened in amazement.

A tabby cat named Xiao Wang lay on the bar counter, and behind it were drinks and beers from all over the world.

Every band that performed at VOX would create their own special wooden plaques to hang on the wall opposite the bar, which was nearly full.

The customers, or rather, the music lovers, some leaned against the walls, some slumped in chairs, but most crowded near the stage, swaying with the music genre.

But the most popular move was still pogo, ensuring a sweaty time in any season.

One special thing about VOX’s performances was that the audience stood to listen.

Lu Jincheng ordered two cocktails and pushed one to the girl in front of him, smiling and nudging her shoulder, leaning into her ear, raising his voice.

"VOX is just like this, not only for performances, but it’s also about making everyone feel connected to this place."

It was not exactly a bar, nor just a venue, but more like an incubator for original music.

"Have a little drink to warm up, and we’ll go over there in a bit," he said, pointing towards the group of people jumping and dancing near the stage.

"Eh?"

The live music and atmosphere were extremely raucous, Guan Yongyi took a sip from the straw, barely able to make out the sentences by her ear.

For the most part, it was all about watching.

The fans at this moment were simple and pure, hormones flying in the live scene, a single guitar note capable of igniting everyone’s passion.

This was the golden age of punk and rock.

Mr. Lu, having witnessed the tours of certain top bands at home and abroad after achieving financial freedom, but the initial unique agitation of VOX was irreplaceable in his heart.

Solid things do not vanish into smoke, a generation hasn’t aged, a generation is young.

"Do you usually listen to rock? Do you like this atmosphere? Does it feel noisy to you?"

"I don’t listen to much, but yeah... It’s alright!"