What is the taste of first love?
Dong Enyu could almost forget.
Thanks to Mu Lin, her long-dry heart was once again nourished…
Women truly are creatures that need care.
“There’s a problem!”
Yong Le sat on the sofa, staring at Dong Enyu.
Today, she was dressed stylishly in a leather jacket and leather pants, adorned with eye-catching studded accessories, and a pair of black combat boots that looked quite cool.
Although her outfit was androgynous, her face was undeniably beautiful.
When she smiled, it was incredibly bold, and her fiery red eyes instilled a sense of fear.
“Isn’t the drink good?”
Dong Enyu sat beside her, picked up the bottle on the table, and took a look; there was no problem.
“No, I mean you have a problem!”
Yong Le put down her glass and seriously scrutinized Dong Enyu, as if she were investigating something.
“Then I truly apologize.”
Dong Enyu said helplessly, averting her gaze from Yong Le’s fiery eyes.
Who says that after not seeing someone for a few days, you immediately point out their problems?
Besides, she was originally serving other business tycoons, but as soon as Yong Le arrived, she insisted on having her accompany her for drinks.
If she hadn’t come, Yong Le had threatened to just take her away, scaring Mama-san into quickly bringing her over.
Today, Han Ge didn’t come; only Yong Le and a group of little brothers came to hang out.
There were only nine of them, yet they were so arrogant.
“How should I put this… you seem a bit different?”
Yong Le stroked her chin, seemingly deep in thought.
She noticed that Dong Enyu, after a few days, suddenly looked radiant.
Just now, when she poured her a drink, she had been grinning foolishly.
“Have you hit the jackpot recently? Or is there some happy event happening?”
Dong Enyu knew what Yong Le was implying, but she didn’t clarify, only saying that she had a good partner recently.
“Is it a guy or a girl?”
Yong Le took the drink from her hand, leaned in, and wrapped her arms around Dong Enyu’s waist, whispering in her ear.
“Someone who can respect me and treat me well.”
It didn’t matter whether it was a man or a woman; she just wanted to be respected and treated kindly.
Yong Le raised an eyebrow, putting down her drink and looking at Dong Enyu.
Then she jumped onto the sofa, pressing her whole body against her, rubbing her neck like a big dog, occasionally nibbling on her chin.
If she had a tail behind her, it would definitely be wagging happily.
Dong Enyu pushed her face away, but Yong Le held her hands, grinning at her.
“Don’t press down on me, you’re heavy.”
Dong Enyu urged her to get up, but Yong Le refused.
“Can’t you see that I’m respecting you and treating you well?”
Yong Le pouted, then revealed a mischievous smile.
“You definitely haven’t noticed, have you? If I didn’t respect you, I would strip you naked in front of the little brothers. If I didn’t treat you well, I would just deal with you right there in front of them. Do you believe me?”
The warmth of her breath brushed against Dong Enyu’s lips, carrying the scent of alcohol and her wild perfume.
“I believe you.”
She believed it; how could she not?
This rogue could do anything.
“Thank you for showing mercy.”
“That’s unnecessary; we’re best friends, so no need to be so polite.”
Yong Le leaned in and gave her a heavy kiss on the lips, making a “pop” sound that made Dong Enyu’s cheeks flush slightly.
This childlike kiss felt fresh to her, who was used to indulgence.
“Best friends wouldn’t do this; hugging and kissing would be crossing the line, right?”
Dong Enyu hinted for her to behave.
Yong Le let the words go in one ear and out the other; in her dictionary, there was no such thing as “crossing the line.”
If she wanted to hug, she would hug; if she disliked it, she could kick them away.
“What’s the big deal? This is called bonding. Don’t girls do this? What’s strange about hugging and kissing?”
She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, exhaling the white smoke enticingly onto Dong Enyu’s lips, making her lipstick look quite tempting.
Dong Enyu lowered her gaze, not breaking free from Yong Le’s embrace.
Instead, she took a puff from the cigarette on Yong Le’s fingertips.
“It seems like you didn’t come here just for fun today?”
Her gaze shifted from Yong Le’s face to the brothers not far away, who had baseball bats beside them.
They didn’t seem to be drinking to get drunk but were consuming alcohol moderately.
It seemed there was more going on.
“Do you want to know?”
Yong Le feigned mystery, lowering her voice so that only Dong Enyu could hear, deliberately rubbing her nose against her cheek.
“Can you tell me?”
Dong Enyu slightly turned her head, looking into those flame-like eyes, a faint smile appearing.
Yong Le was working with Han Ge, and the arrangements within their group were not something everyone could inquire about.
So she countered Yong Le… “I never keep secrets in my work. If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
Yong Le pinched her chin, affectionately leaning into her neck and shoulder.
Although the perfume on Dong Enyu was a cheap brand, mixed with her own scent, it was something Yong Le really liked.
No secrets.
She heard Yong Le say this, her eyelids fluttering slightly, as if hinting that “if there’s a problem, just ask directly, don’t beat around the bush.”
However, Dong Enyu didn’t speak up; she was afraid Yong Le would misunderstand her intentions towards their group.
Now was not the time; neither her identity nor her status allowed her to pry into information.
“I’m going to crash a party later,” Yong Le noticed she didn’t ask and instead spoke up herself.
She raised a playful smile, poking Dong Enyu’s nose with her finger.
“I’m taking them to crash Master Ming’s party. You should know Master Ming, right? The old man who’s half a foot in the grave.”
Her words were mischievous but very much in her style.
“Aren’t you afraid of being punished by Han Ge for acting on your own?”
Dong Enyu looked up at her, feeling that Yong Le was quite carefree.
The last time, the group of men chasing Yong Le were also under Master Ming.
Isn’t it too frequent to provoke him again tonight?
“Are you worried about me?”
Yong Le smiled proudly, tightening her embrace around Dong Enyu’s hand.
“Yeah.”
She replied with a nasal sound, a sound that was somewhere between “mm” and “hm.”
Yong Le released Dong Enyu, and as she stood up, all the younger men around her turned to look.
The group of men who had come with her were all quite young but looked tough.
While Yong Le and Dong Enyu were sitting on the sofa “having a private talk,” they had been behaving properly, drinking and chatting in the lounge area, seemingly holding a certain respect for Yong Le.
“Let’s go, it’s about time to pay our respects to Master Ming,” she gestured a few times, and her brothers cheered, all picking up baseball bats as they left the private room.
However, Yong Le did not leave immediately; instead, she turned back and curiously stared at Dong Enyu, smiling, “Are you coming?”
She was inviting Dong Enyu to join them in causing trouble.
“What does that mean?”
“Sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.”
The feud between Han Ge and Master Ming was a matter between gangs; she was just a public relations officer and had no reason to get involved.
Now Yong Le was asking her if she wanted to join in causing trouble?
This left Dong Enyu puzzled as she looked back at Yong Le.
Although her actions were often erratic, this felt a bit too dangerous.
“Weren’t you just saying you were worried about me? So I’m asking if you’re coming, in case I get beaten up and there’s no one to collect my body.”
Yong Le said it playfully, her eyes crescent-shaped with laughter, as if she were inviting Dong Enyu on a date rather than to stir up trouble.
…Are you coming?
As Yong Le leaned in closer and whispered in Dong Enyu’s ear during her hesitation, “I know you want to go.”
…Master Ming was quite powerful in the North District, but that was eight years ago.
His authority had gradually been undermined by rising newcomers, and many of the venues he managed had been taken over by other big shots.
Some advised him to know when to quit, but Master Ming was stubborn and refused to step down.
However, he had no capable subordinates to take his place, and with talent draining away and his position in jeopardy, many no longer regarded him highly.
At most, they would call him Master Ming, but in other important occasions, no one bothered to include him.
Most of Master Ming’s venues were Dance Halls, primarily those that also served food, but young people rarely went there.
The clientele consisted mostly of older patrons or those who had once been involved in the underworld.
Yong Le was going today, but she was there to cause trouble.
She had done it once before and almost burned down Master Ming’s place.
This time, she brought more of her brothers to liven things up, which could be seen as giving Master Ming some face.
But all her actions were entirely her own decision; Han Ge merely acquiesced.
“Are you scared?”
Yong Le asked as she parked the car and turned to look at Dong Enyu, who was in the passenger seat.
Through the windshield, she observed the colorful neon lights ahead.
The exterior of the Dance Hall was not very appealing; the building was old and dilapidated, and it seemed pointless to smash it up, as it looked like it could collapse at any moment.
A few brothers were smoking at the entrance, and upon seeing Yong Le’s car, they all stood up, looking very alert.
“Do I look scared?”
Dong Enyu examined her own expression in the glass.
She felt no fear; she didn’t think much of these small-time thugs.
But now, as a public relations officer, she couldn’t take any real action.
“No, you look very composed, which is a bit disappointing.”
Yong Le beckoned her with a finger, signaling Dong Enyu to come closer.
“What for?”
She didn’t comply, just staring at Yong Le, curious about what she was up to.
“A kiss, what else? We need to go cause trouble now; there’s not enough time for the full package.”
Seeing Dong Enyu refuse to come over, she unbuckled her seatbelt and moved closer, but Dong Enyu turned her head, only allowing Yong Le to kiss her cheek.
Yong Le frowned and said with a smile, “Alright, I don’t have time to argue with you now. After we finish causing trouble, I want a passionate kiss, with tongue.”
She opened her mouth and nibbled on Dong Enyu’s earlobe, as if seeking consent.
Dong Enyu felt a bit ticklish from Yong Le’s warm breath and chuckled, “Let’s see if you make it out alive first.”
Yong Le didn’t retort; she laughed a few times and kicked open the car door.
At that moment, the brothers who had come with Yong Le saw her get out and all followed suit, baseball bats in hand.
Dong Enyu also got out but only stood by the car, watching.
Yong Le led eight brothers to stand in front of the Dance Hall, seemingly saying something to the doorman.
In less than a minute, both sides suddenly started fighting, and it was Yong Le who took off first.
“Call for help! Call for help!!”
The brother who was being beaten down by Yong Le shouted loudly as she pinned him to the ground.
A few of the brothers, seeing their comrade getting beaten, immediately called for the Dance Hall Manager.
The scene outside the door quickly turned into a chaotic brawl, with muscular men pouring out of the Dance Hall, while Yong Le’s side consisted mostly of street thugs.
The disparity was evident; Yong Le’s brothers were quickly overwhelmed and crying out in pain.
They had come to cause trouble but ended up getting their heads smashed instead.
Dong Enyu frowned as she stood by the car, realizing that Han Ge’s subordinates were not much of a force either.
She saw that the four burly men had already taken down eight of her brothers, leaving only Yong Le still standing.
“Damn! It’s you again, you filthy woman!”
One of the men in a black tank top glared at Yong Le, his eyes blazing with anger.
Clearly, it was a case of old grudges and new enmities.
Yong Le, seeing this, was unfazed and boldly beckoned them with her finger, grinning mischievously, “Don’t be shy, come at me together!”
