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Chapter 904 - 658 Flying Over Thousands of Waters and Mountains (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 904: 658 Flying Over Thousands of Waters and Mountains (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

Indecision leads to chaos.

The youngest and most carefree son of the Guo family in Gangcheng had seen the news, and since then, he hadn’t left his house or set foot in a casino to unwind; he was caught in a fierce struggle over whether or not to seek clarity.

To refrain from asking meant he would constantly lie in the tormenting frying pan.

But to go and ask—

First, it would be somewhat embarrassing.

Second, if the response matched what was in the news, how could he bear it?

As a gentleman from a distinguished family, Guo Anle truly had little that could be criticized about his personal character, but it seemed he possessed a significant flaw.

He lacked the boldness that a man should have.

While Guo Anle was caught in indecision, weighing the pros and cons, a phone call came in.

It was from He Qiyang, the youngest son of the He family.

"An Le bro, what are you up to?"

Although both were the youngest children of their respective families, Guo Anle was still slightly older than He Qiyang.

"I’m not doing much, just staying in the hotel. How come you thought of me today?"

Guo Anle replied with a nonchalant laugh, displaying that he still had some control.

"Hear yourself talk, An Le bro, I think about you every day. It’s just that I’ve been grounded at home lately."

He Qiyang’s carefree laughter came through the phone, "Just got released, so my first call is to you. I’m hosting a gathering tonight, want to join in?"

Guo Anle’s interest was piqued.

He certainly understood what kind of person the caller was. Even though they could be considered equals in terms of family status, this guy was not like him—he knew far better how to enjoy life.

No matter how hedonistic the lifestyle, something like this happening to his own family, and so explosively at that, he couldn’t believe the other party was completely unaware.

"Sure, when?"

Guo Anle agreed.

"Eight o’clock. Should I send someone to pick you up?"

"No need, just give me the address, I’ll go there myself."

"OK, then it’s settled."

Eight o’clock.

Grand Lisboa.

Guo Anle arrived on time.

Apart from the renowned gambling industry, the pleasure places of Haojiang were also a famously distinct local feature.

Upon entering the private room,

A tantalizing aroma hit him straight in the face.

He Qiyang had invited quite a few people; it was lively, almost all local young masters from Haojiang, ranging in age, with the oldest around thirty.

Of course,

Such occasions naturally wouldn’t lack beautiful women.

These seductive ladies were not Haojiang natives but had been flown in just for the occasion.

At He Qiyang’s level, his tastes would differ entirely from the "can fly nationwide" sort; these women, with an aura utterly unlike common vulgarity, included a few well-known supermodels, some of whom even knew his official girlfriend.

But He Qiyang, understanding the rules of the game well, did not bring his supermodel girlfriend.

"An Le bro, take a seat!"

He Qiyang greeted him with a beaming smile and, with a grand gesture, introduced a beauty to Guo Anle.

"An Le bro, this beauty’s ancestral home is also Gangcheng. Chan, you know who this is, right? I shouldn’t need to introduce him."

The beauty he called Chan was seemingly a model as well, with sensual, wavy long hair and a pair of eye-catching long legs. Her extraordinary aura made it clear she wasn’t someone that just anyone could impress.

However, like most models, the only slight flaw was that her bust wasn’t particularly ample.

"Mr. Guo, it’s an honor to meet you."

Being a model, she naturally had a talent for socializing; Chan took the initiative to greet him, demure and down-to-earth, a far cry from the cold and proud appearance she maintained at events or in magazine shoots.

Guo Anle smiled and nodded politely, quite approachable.

"Nice to meet you."

Following He Qiyang’s invitation, Guo Anle took a seat next to Chan.

The atmosphere in the room was boisterous and flirtatious. Accustomed to such affairs, it wasn’t about adapting or not for Guo Anle. His status required him to accept these gatherings, yet even now, he couldn’t quite say he enjoyed this type of entertainment.

Nevertheless, regarding Qiyang’s arrangement, he didn’t blatantly refuse, even taking the initiative to pour a drink and share a sip with Chan.

Chan’s face lit up with flattered surprise as she seized the opportunity to murmur softly, "Young master Guo, I’ve heard about you for a long time but never had the chance to meet you."

While drinking, Guo Anle chuckled and said, "Are you disappointed?"

Chan hurriedly shook her head, "I find you even better than the rumors."

Guo Anle let out a laugh without a word.

Such flattery, he had heard it far too often, to the point of even feeling wearisome.

Involuntarily,

He began to long for that face that was so indifferent to him.

"An Le, come on, let’s have a drink, it’s been so long since I last saw you."

Qiyang raised his glass to propose a toast.

Guo Anle picked up his glass and clinked it with his, sweeping his gaze through the boisterous private room.

"Have you seen your sister these past few days?"

Qiyang swallowed his drink and quickly asked, "Which sister are you talking about?"

Guo Anle held his glass and said, "Your youngest sister."

Qiyang suddenly realized and nodded with a smile, "Of course, I’ve seen her, and we even spoke about you."

Why has he suddenly stopped playing dumb?

Guo Anle remained composed, unaffected by the surrounding atmosphere, and lightly laughed, "Spoke about me? What did you talk about?"

Qiyang slapped him on the shoulder.

"An Le, I told you I always remember you are around, and I’ve asked her for you."

"What did she say?"

Qiyang dropped his hand and sighed, "An Le, I’ve done my best, but my sister has always been stubborn from a young age, it’s hard for anybody to change her mind. She said you are indeed a very good person, and that it would be fortunate to be friends with you."

"That’s a pretty big ’nice guy’ card."

Guo Anle laughed.

Qiyang showed no embarrassment and laughed along.

"An Le, look, the world isn’t just my sister, if you really put your heart into looking, you will definitely find other views."

Guo Anle shook his head and lifted his glass, "Do you think I’m as free and easy as you, falling in love with everyone I see?"

Qiyang laughed heartily.

"I can’t agree with you there, I’m not that fickle. I just think that life is only a few decades long, it’s so fleeting, why not live it as relaxed and happy as possible?"

Speaking of which, the notorious womanizing eldest son of the He Family suddenly seemed to change, drinking with somberness, as if he were a true lover.

Could it be that every playboy hides an unknown side?

"But if it’s not easy, what can we do? This thing called affection is the cheapest, and sometimes, also the most precious."

Guo Anle really hadn’t expected such philosophical words to come from the other’s lips. While drinking, he softly spoke, "Qiyang, you’ve truly surprised me."

The girlfriend-changing-more-often-than-shirts Qiyang grinned unexpectedly.

"Everyone will ultimately have regrets. And I believe that when you truly like someone, it doesn’t necessarily mean you have to possess them."

"To love things without being tied to them, to be enamored without being entrapped by emotions. To love without destroying, to admire flowers without harming them. When the dove must fly, I feel sad in my heart, but still, I pray for it, that it crosses thousands of miles and numerous rivers."

He raised his glass to Guo Anle.

Guo Anle was silent and then smiled, raising his own glass as well.

"I’ve learned something."

"Clink."

The glasses touched gently.

The indulgent Qiyang downed his drink in one gulp and stood up while giving Chan a playful wink, speaking in a tone that didn’t care whether Guo Anle could hear or not, "Brother An Le is the white knight in the hearts of countless noble ladies in Gangcheng, Chan, you should cherish this chance."

The worldly Chan’s face flushed with shyness.

Guo Anle, smiling silently, set down his glass, lost in thought.