Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path

”You didn’t wash your hands when you went to the bathroom just now.” Yang Yunhai leaned back against the sofa and said, ”You can drink this glass yourself.”

With that, he poured himself a cup of tea and said, ”I’ll just drink this.”

Then he tapped the cup on the table.

The implication was: that fruit wine Old Wang poured just now, he can drink it himself.

As for him, he wasn’t even going to touch the fruit wine.

”This... that...” Old Wang looked around, a bit embarrassed.

”What’s wrong?” Su Ziqiao sneered. ”Old Wang, are you refusing to give Brother Hai face? Weren’t you here to apologize? Brother Hai already accepted it. Just down this fruit wine and it’s done.”

What are you dragging this out for.

”Then can I drink liquor instead? Fruit wine’s too weak.” Old Wang said with a smile, and his pudgy hand reached out to pour himself a drink—only to see Yang Yunhai’s phoenix eyes resting on him, cool and distant.

”What? Is there something wrong with this wine?” Yang Yunhai let the words out slowly.

”How could there be?” Old Wang said hurriedly. ”I’ll drink it, I’ll drink it, okay? I just think fruit wine doesn’t have any kick.”

Yang Yunhai let out a cold laugh.

If at this point Su Ziqiao still couldn’t tell this Old Wang was up to something, then all those years following Yang Yunhai had been for nothing.

But Yang Yunhai wasn’t planning to expose him; he was happy to just follow along and watch the show.

No one knew if Old Wang had drunk too much before or what, but he was soon dead drunk and out of it.

”Get him upstairs.” Yang Yunhai said lightly.

”Got it.” Su Ziqiao and Li Xiang said with a smile.

Yang Yunhai said nothing, frowned, and followed them. Once they entered the hotel room, he looked around, and sure enough, he saw a video camera placed inside a big flower basket in the room.

Strictly speaking, cameras were still rare in this day and age, but rare didn’t mean nonexistent.

”This...” Li Xiang stared at the camera in surprise.

He knew what that thing was.

”Go to the room across the hall first.” Yang Yunhai said.

The few of them nodded. They had just been about to step out when they saw Old Wang start to act strange.

”It’s so hot.” Old Wang began groping around his own body.

His fleshy, fat hands undid his clothes; as he stripped, he kept twisting his body around.

Li Xiang shuddered.

Terrifying.

They had barely entered the room opposite when they heard footsteps coming down the corridor.

Through the peephole, Su Ziqiao saw a girl creeping stealthily toward the room across the way.

”How come it’s her?” Su Ziqiao whispered.

”You know her?” Li Xiang asked.

”That girl named Lang Yimo.” Su Ziqiao said. ”Could this whole thing be connected to her?”

While he was talking, Lang Yimo had already gone into the room.

The door had been deliberately left unlocked by them, but Lang Yimo thought it was arranged on Shen Lingyu’s end.

”Yang... Brother Yang.” Once inside, Lang Yimo called out cautiously.

Because the curtains were drawn, the room was a bit dark; Lang Yimo still couldn’t see clearly into the bedroom. She could only hear someone groaning that they felt awful.

She had just walked in, and the words ”Brother Yang, what’s wrong?” hadn’t even made it out of her mouth when a pair of burning hot hands grabbed hold of her.

Then her lips were sealed.

Lang Yimo wanted to cry out but couldn’t.

Besides, the moment she remembered this man was her Brother Yang, was she really going to scream?

Of course she wasn’t.

If she was going to scream, this wasn’t the time.

She’d wait until people showed up, then pretend to be all aggrieved and cry out.

For now, she might as well enjoy it to the fullest.

Except... these hands felt a bit wrong!