His back wasn’t always straightened; oftentimes it would lazily curve in a way that didn’t at all affect his elegance and gave the impression of an incredibly comfortable person. Wen Kexing found out there seemed to be not a single matter that could plague his mind, and one would feel unusually peaceful and comforted the moment they landed their eyes on him.

He couldn’t help but stop walking to stare blankly at Zhou Zishu’s relaxed figure. An emotion surged up within him—the emotion of nothingness.

It was as if the man’s attitude was presented to mock all of those out there with worries heavy on their mind but had to pretend that they were the opposite.

Zhou Xu – soul like water lenses, body like willow4, he thought.

The world was boundless with so many paths and sceneries to behold and experience, so how could one completely disregard all of those and keep himself in complete desolation, with no worries on his mind?

He was definitely not indifferent—he had a variety of emotions, but they came and went in a blink of an eye, seemingly never existing in the first place.

Wen Kexing inhaled deeply and cast his eyes downwards. Soon enough, back on his face was an irritatingly cheerful expression as he walked over and sat down opposite Zhou Zishu. He took a cup without asking and snatched the wine pot from Zhou Zishu’s hand, pouring one for himself and commented after a small sip: “Not too bad, this wine.”

Zhou Zishu glanced at him languidly and spoke up, “Excuse me, can I have another pot? Put it on his tabs.”

Wen Kexing stared back silently. Zhou Zishu gave him a soft smile, and to prove that he wasn’t a stingy person, he explained, “You still owed me three silver liangs, I’m just providing a chance for you to pay me back early without additional interest. That totally works in your favor, right?”

After a long while, Wen Kexing could only let out a “…Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Brother Wen.” Zhou Zishu smiled back.

Wen Kexing had an unusually strong urge to tease him back, but at that moment, the tavern door behind Zhou Zishu opened and there were voices: “We will stay here for a meal for the time being. Then we can go see Brother Gao in the evening.”

A somewhat familiar voice replied, “Of course, anything you say, uncle5.”

As soon as that happened, Wen Kexing got to witness a highly entertaining scene: his former creditor—who minutes ago was completely sober while being helpful with his debt—suddenly swayed side to side and fell onto the table “drunkenly” with a crashing noise. His fingers were still gripping the wine cup and his face was glued to the table; he looked as if he wanted to stand up but couldn’t figure how to, all the while grumbling, “Not drunk… Can drink more…”