Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 497 - 495: "You Definitely Need Some Discipline." Oww, That Hurts

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Song Nuan right now is the kind of girl who mixes fun with studying.

A friend’s birthday calls for a bar outing, so she helped make the arrangements and is definitely going.

Because it’s quite cold outside, Song Nuan bundled herself up tightly, not forgetting to bring her notes and pen along.

Lu Yan returned home early because there’s a young girl around, just to keep an eye on her.

She came downstairs sneakily, peeking around.

Lu Yan was sitting in the living room on the sofa, reading a newspaper.

Hearing the noise from upstairs, Lu Yan looked up and saw Song Nuan already dressed up beautifully, ready to go out.

He put down the newspaper: "Where are you going?"

Song Nuan paused, assuming Lu Yan would be in the study at this moment.

She grinned at Lu Yan: "No place special, just the chemistry teacher’s at school, there’s an experiment procedure I need to discuss, and some experiment supplies I need to organize as well."

"The chemistry teacher happens to be at school too, I’ll consult a few questions then come back."

Song Nuan said this without a blush or heartbeat.

If she said she was going to a bar, he definitely wouldn’t agree.

Lu Yan wasn’t easily fooled; he immediately stood up: "I’ll drive you."

"No, no." Song Nuan: "It’s close to school, I’ll just take a cab. Besides, you came back tired and should rest well."

Lu Yan tilted his head, scrutinizing the expression on the young girl’s face.

Song Nuan stood where she was, letting him look all he wanted, with no hint of fear on her face, just standing there calmly.

She had an air of uprightness, unafraid of shadows.

Lu Yan licked his lips: "Alright."

"Call me when you get to school."

"Sure." Song Nuan smiled with joy, instantly relieved: "Then I’m off. Do you want any snacks for dinner? I can bring them back for you."

Lu Yan shook his head: "No, I’ll just order some delivery. Go and come back soon, don’t stay out too late."

Song Nuan corrected him: "I’m not going out to play, I’m going to school to gain knowledge."

Lu Yan chuckled lightly: "Sure, go ahead."

...

Song Nuan hadn’t expected his approval to be so easy, she could leave so effortlessly.

She quickly met up with friends at the appointed street corner.

"Who all did you invite this time?"

A friend answered: "Just some classmates and a few friends from outside school."

"Hmm—"

The friend looked at the notes in Song Nuan’s hand: "Why are you bringing these things when you’re going out to have fun, aren’t you afraid of getting mobbed?"

"What mobbed?" Song Nuan blinked: "I haven’t finished my homework, but it’s due tomorrow."

"Mixing fun with homework is the way to balance work and play." She spoke earnestly.

"You know what, we’re all academic slackers here. You come out to play with homework and you’ll be attacked by us all."

"Well, it’s your fault for not studying properly, don’t blame me." Song Nuan looked helpless: "I’ll head back then."

The friend quickly grabbed her hand: "Just kidding."

She chuckled, after all, Song Nuan was the one who arranged the fancy VIP room.

Song Nuan also smiled, putting away her notes: "I just brought them as an excuse to get out, otherwise I couldn’t have left, my family is strict."

She knew what to do when, doing homework in the bar would definitely attract resentment, she wasn’t that naive.

"Wasn’t your family relaxed about you before?"

Song Nuan pursed her lips, unable to hide her smile: "But now the boyfriend is strict."

"He’s quite old-fashioned; surely he can’t accept a young girl like me going to a bar, though we are just going to a decent bar, right?"

The friend nodded earnestly: "True..."

"But with a boyfriend so old, isn’t there lacking that fresh romance feeling? Isn’t it boring and too rigid?"

Song Nuan thought for a while, hooking her arm through her friend’s, talking as they walked: "It’s alright. Teasing an old virgin is really fun, you know."

Friend: "..."

Why has this once innocent young girl changed so much?

...

All kinds of people came to the bar.

Song Nuan sat in the corner. She didn’t like to draw attention, yet she was the most noticeable—looking like a cute, demure lady, sitting there obediently, appearing particularly serene.

"Hey, I never thought a top student would come to a bar." Our classmate chatted: "She never used to come to such places before or hang out with people like us."

The voice landed right in Song Nuan’s ears, she turned her head and looked over: "What kind of people are you? What kind of person am I?"

The boy speaking hadn’t expected her to respond so directly and instantly fell silent.

Song Nuan squinted her eyes, smiling like a little fox: "Hmm? Speak."

Song Nuan was enjoying the fun of going out, beyond studying.

The boy pursed his lips, feeling a strange and powerful aura from the young girl, though he couldn’t pinpoint its origin.

Feeling oddly nervous: "Well... you’re a top student, supposed to study well at home. We, poor students, are seen by teachers as unruly bad boys and girls."

Song Nuan, talking about this topic, found it amusing, she slowly stood up: "Is the concept in your mind that top students must study hard at home?"

This idea is a societal mindset, people seem to consider top students as good kids.

Now she wanted to break this stereotype; good students might be particularly tricky, while poor students might have good hearts.

She tilted her head and poured a drink: "I can be a bad kid with good grades too."

"Let’s drink." Song Nuan raised her glass: "To today’s birthday star."

Since Song Nuan raised her glass to drink, no one had any reason not to drink.

Seeing everyone follow her lead, raise their glasses, Song Nuan smiled, happy.

She drank the glass in her hand, and as soon as she took a sip, the heat made her tears fall, burning her throat, flowing down, making her chest feel aflame.

Song Nuan hadn’t drunk alcohol before, realizing the drink was more or less like this.

She stuck out her tongue, her small hand fanning her mouth.

fffff...k!

It burns so much, pretending isn’t easy.

Seeing everyone’s gaze land on her, Song Nuan’s face was red from the spice, even the corner of her foxy eyes were tinged with a hint of red.

Adding a touch of charming allure, that sense of frail elegance.

Song Nuan sniffed, put down the drink, a bit embarrassed: "Cough... this bar drink, really hard to swallow."

A friend immediately came over: "You haven’t drunk before, of course, chugging it down would be uncomfortable. Want some milk?"

Song Nuan waved her hand: "No."

Drinking should be an essential life skill.

She saw her parents return from social events, reeking of alcohol.

She saw her sister Song Yi drink until she had a gastric hemorrhage and was rushed to hospital, for the sake of her career.

Song Nuan found it odd that despite the family wealth, why didn’t her parents help Song Yi.

Later she understood Song Yi really relied on herself, with no need for family support.

Song Yi set a good example for her; she should also rely on herself for everything, only by having skills and capabilities can she live confidently and securely.

A boy came over at this moment: "How about drinking some warm water to ease it, you won’t manage like this, don’t be stubborn."

"No need." Song Nuan declined.

In this private room, there were quite a few guys trying to win her favor; she really could awaken a man’s protective instincts.

Pure and innocent, yet at this moment, she had a seductive allure. Both pure and sensual.

Afterward, they played the game freely.

"Nuannuan, you lost." A friend looked at her: "Truth or Dare?"

Song Nuan was learning to drink, had quite a few beers, and leaning on her hand, hazily said: "Dare."

"Ding ding ding——" At this moment, a video call came through.

From Lu Yan.

Song Nuan glanced down and made a shushing gesture: "Shh, I’ll take the call."

"Turn off the music, everyone quiet down, make the scene look normal."

...

"Hello." Once everything was ready, she answered the video.

"At school yet?" Lu Yan looked at the little girl on the screen, her cheeks red.

"Yes." Song Nuan: "I’m here."

"When will you be back?" Lu Yan asked again.

Song Nuan smiled, softly: "Real soon."

"Are you really at school?"

"Really." Song Nuan lied without missing a beat: "I’ll be back in a second, hanging up now, mwah~"

He noticed the surroundings in the background, his face darkened: "Song Xiaonuan, you——"

"Doot doot doot——" Lu Yan didn’t get a chance to say more before the call was hung up.

Great, she lied smoothly.

He originally thought he should give the little girl some space and not bind her too tightly, but the result?

She lied without a hint of shame, uh, but her face was red, who the hell knows why her cheeks were red.

Lu Yan, angry, walked out, he knew the way around the bar well and was familiar.

...

"Dare, come on."

Someone mischievously suggested, "Pick a guy here and give him a kiss."

Song Nuan leaned over the sofa, suddenly bent over: "Ugh——"

She held her chest, waved her hand, and went into the restroom in the private room.

Unable to handle her liquor, she drank too much, really felt like throwing up, couldn’t hold it back.

"...How disgusting must we be? She’s puking."

"Nah, she just drank too much."

"Now’s the time to go check on her, still making insensitive remarks, might become her boyfriend."

"Don’t even think about it, keep dreaming." A friend of Song Nuan spoke up: "She’s taken."

Song Nuan had never felt this miserable, how could the alcohol taste so bad, why do so many people like drinking?

She washed her face, mind hazy, the whole person staggering as she leaned against the wall coming out of the restroom.

Looked like she was about to faint.

"Are you okay?"

Song Nuan waved her hand: "No, no problem."

"Alright then, follow the rules of the game you chose."

Song Nuan blinked her almond eyes and looked at the boys in the private room: "Do I really have to kiss someone?"

She could get beaten to death.

A friend spoke up then: "Chill Nuannuan, your boyfriend isn’t here, we won’t say anything, no one will know."

"This is so thrilling to play, don’t you want to chase a bit of thrill?"

Song Nuan: "..."

For the first time, she was speechless.

Their morals were shattered.

"A dare is a dare, but with limits." Song Nuan, though drank a lot, was still clear-headed: "If you’re coaxing me to do something wrong, you don’t deserve to be my friend."

"Bam——" At this moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A man walked in with a grim face, the pressure in the entire room seemed to drop several notches.

Because the private room was filled with young kids, Lu Yan walking in like this was indeed intimidating.

Song Nuan staggered around to see Lu Yan. He was standing at the door.

Song Nuan: "This... this one I can kiss."

She stumbled over, tugging on Lu Yan’s collar: "This one, I can kiss however I want."

She tipped on her toes trying to kiss Lu Yan, but the man didn’t bend down, and the height difference was considerable.

Still couldn’t reach.

Lu Yan’s lips were taut, his face stormy.

What kind of nonsensical game was she playing, when did she learn to play these?

Little girls.

"I’m taking her with me, you guys play." Lu Yan said coldly.

After saying those simple words, he grasped the back of Song Nuan’s collar and led her out of the private room.

"Hey hey hey——" Song Nuan was being dragged out: "Ugh, ow, uncle."

Lu Yan stopped abruptly, Song Nuan looked at him with tear-filled eyes, squatted down, such a small figure, crouched by Lu Yan’s feet.

"What are you doing? I didn’t even get to play the game." Song Nuan was extremely upset: "And you wouldn’t let me kiss."

Lu Yan was seething with anger, looking down at her: "And you dare bring up the game?"

"Get up."

"No." Song Nuan: "Friend’s birthday, why are you dragging me out, I lost face."

Lu Yan gritted his teeth, really no discipline at all, bent down to lift Song Nuan.

Lu Yan was strong, Song Nuan couldn’t struggle.

He came looking with a better attitude, Song Nuan might’ve softened, after all, she lied.

His attitude was bad, didn’t give face, Song Nuan went head-to-head, such was her nature.

"Don’t touch me, don’t touch me!" Song Nuan struggled.

Lu Yan held her tightly in his arms: "I think you need a lesson."

He said, carrying Song Nuan out by her waist.

No matter how much Song Nuan struggled, she couldn’t break free, onlookers thought it was a little girlfriend whining with her boyfriend.

She was stuffed into the car by Lu Yan.

Song Nuan immediately opened the car door to get out.

Lu Yan stood by the door, coldly watching her antics: "Go ahead, dare to leave, I’ll call your homeroom teacher now."

Students fear teachers the most.

Song Nuan froze: "You have no honor."

Lu Yan: "That’s why I’m just talking, didn’t hit you, don’t force me to."

Song Nuan wouldn’t heed the threat, pushing him wherever she could: "I won’t listen to your nonsense, move, I don’t like you anymore."

Song Nuan sat in the passenger seat, randomly pushing him, while he stood there, such disorganized pushing.

Unexpectedly, she pressed somewhere hard but soft——