Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 192: To Stay with You, Always (I)

Translator: Flying Lines

The clear, beautiful voice of a black female singer resonated in the bar. Drinks in hand, Men and women with their lonely hearts searched for someone who could bring them a night’s comfort. A man with a clearly oriental look pushed open the door and walked in; the unique mellow feeling that he had and his lean and upright stature immediately drew eyes to him.

The man’s face was unadorned with no trace of make-up, and his two bright eyes had a slight upward lift near the outer rim. He had this clean and mellow feeling to him, and yet the dignified expression seemed to naturally put a distance between him and others. A man like this would be the focus of attention anywhere he went, not to mention that he was alone in a bar at the moment.

Chen An glanced around the place and did not see the person he was looking for. So he walked further in, and before he could make much progress, a waiter walked up to him in greeting: “Sir, here’s a drink for you, from Mr. Leon.”

On the delicate silver plate the waiter held before him was a crystal glass filled with red wine, and a tulip.

Chen An glimpsed at the wine, which had a beautiful color to it as well as a nice aroma, and arched an eyebrow: “please tell this gentleman, I don’t drink, but I thank him for the wine.”

“Have you seen a man with blonde hair and blue eyes? He had an eastern European look,” placing a bill onto the platter, Chen An inquired.

“I think you may find the person you’re looking for in booth No. 3, but sir…you sure you don’t want the wine?” The waiter looked at Chen An hesitantly, and there was a timid note to his voice when he said, “Mr. Leon may not take it well. He’s not one to trifle with. If you’re going to reject his drink, you may find it in your own interest to go somewhere else.”

The waiter was giving Chen An a warning due to his genial manner and generous tip.

“Do you mean to say that this Leon is a good fighter?” A light flashed in Chen An’s eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted and he asked, “could you point him out for me?”

“There is Mr. Leon.” The waiter indicated the man for Chen An with a look. When Chen An looked in that direction, he saw a young man holding a glass up to him with a big smile.

“Please thank him for me.” With a half-smile, Chen An left the glass of wine where it was, but took the tulip in his hand.

Sitting by himself at the bar counter, Chen An cast a glance at the VIP area where the booths were situated. The door of room No.3 was shut and no one was going in or coming out. Chen An knew what he said this morning must have hit Ivanov hard, so much so that he was still not ready to go back in the evening.

Chen An smiled to himself; had the man drank himself senseless? He knew the guy would turn to a drink whenever he was in a bad mood.

Holding the stalk of the tulip between his fingers, Chen An took a sniff of the scent and left the flower in the cup before him. He could cure his myopia with a surgery, and yet he couldn’t change the fact that his body would be inebriated as soon as alcohol touched his lips.

There was a pungent smell of alcohol in the air, too. Though he hadn’t drunk a single drop, simply sitting here made him feel a bit tipsy.

“I’ve never met someone who don’t drink, and yet comes to the bar alone.” The voice came from the stranger, a man who had nice features but with a ruffian-ish look to him. As soon as he came next to Chen An, he shoved the other customers at the counter away, and sat on the stool next to Chen An.

“I find you charming. Do all easterners have this style of yours?” The man named Leon gestured to the bartender, and turning to the still aloof Chen An, he said: “talk to me. What would you like for a drink? It’s on me.”