Chapter 121:
Meng Shuyou remained silent.
“Actually, even if he doesn’t enter into a marriage alliance with me in the future, he’ll be with someone else.” Jenny shrugged lightly. “I’ll head up first. Goodbye.”
She carried the Hermès vegetable basket and walked straight toward the elevator entrance.
Meng Shuyou watched her back, and after a moment, withdrew her gaze, turned around, and left.
She knew that Jenny wanted to tell her that Mister Pei was just playing around with her.
However, she wasn’t too disappointed, because she had never thought about getting a formal status from the beginning. She knew better than anyone that this relationship couldn’t see the light of day and wouldn’t last long.
What she wanted, she had already gotten.
Maybe it was about to end soon.
After leaving the club, she walked aimlessly along the street, the wind stinging her face.
Winter in America comes very early. As usual, it would snow soon.
Meng Shuyou let her thoughts drift, walked for ten minutes, and then looked up to see a bar. On a whim, she went inside.
The lighting was soft, and a light piano melody flowed through the air.
The overall decor style leaned retro, like the early 20th century, exuding a nostalgic vibe.
There were quite a few guests, but it wasn’t noisy at all, only comfortable and relaxed quiet conversations.
The bartender behind the bar counter was busy mixing cocktails, the ice cubes clinking crisply against the Boston shaker.
Meng Shuyou walked to an empty seat at the bar counter and sat down.
“Welcome, madam. What would you like to drink?” The bartender in a tuxedo stepped forward to ask.
She glanced at the menu and picked a cocktail with a lower alcohol content. The name was quite unique. “Game of Love, thank you.”
Bartender: “Alright, please wait a moment.”
Meng Shuyou took out her mobile phone and scrolled for a bit, just in time to see the race car video and photographs that Mia and Winnie had sent in the group chat.
Mia: “Look, super cool cornering and drifting @Yaoyao”
Winnie: “Even more shocking to see in person.”
Mia: “Yaoyao must be busy having a world for two with Mister Pei.”
Meng Shuyou leaned back in her chair and typed a reply: “No, he’s still busy.”
Winnie: “Still busy so late? Can’t he put work aside on a special day?”
Meng Shuyou: “He doesn’t know I’m here.”
Mia: “Creating a surprise, huh? You guys really know how to play.”
Meng Shuyou wasn’t sure anymore if it was a surprise. Maybe Mister Pei didn’t want her to come.
“Madam, your Game of Love.” The bartender placed a pink-to-purple gradient cocktail in front of her.
“Thank you.” Meng Shuyou put down her mobile phone, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.
A slight bitterness on the tip of her tongue, tequila mixed with grapefruit and pomegranate juice’s fruity aroma, sweet and sour in the front notes, refreshing in the finish, with a layered taste.
She cradled the wine glass and slowly finished it, then ordered another from the bartender and casually asked, “Game of Love, does this name have any origin?”
The bartender explained to her, “There was a boy who had a crush on a girl for many years. Finally, he mustered the courage to confess and pursue her. The girl didn’t agree at first, but gradually she was moved by the boy’s sincerity. One day, they came here drinking with friends. The boy used a game of truth or dare to confess again. The girl picked up a glass of wine at random and told him, ‘If you can taste what’s in this glass, I’ll say yes.’ In the end, the lovers became a couple, and our boss named this cocktail ‘Game of Love.'”
Meng Shuyou listened attentively. “Pretty romantic.”
The second glass was handed to her.
Alcohol is sometimes a good thing; it can numb that indescribable trace of soreness in the heart.
