Thyme.

  Not a pub or a nightclub, but a bar's name, medium decoration, three entrances with a total of 400 square meters, the area is relatively small.

  It was just noon, and the bar hadn't opened yet. Only a metal shutter on the left side was raised halfway, indicating that someone was inside.

  Next to the rolled-up shutter door was a bamboo recliner with a young man half-reclining on it.

  The young man looked to be in his early twenties. If you took a closer look, you'd notice he had a fairly handsome face, but unfortunately, no one would notice. This was because his hair was messy and stubble covered his face, he wore a crumpled short-sleeved T-shirt and beach pants, with faint wine stains visible on the T-shirt, and on his feet were a pair of dirty flip-flops.

  In short, he has taken his slovenly appearance and sloppy demeanor to the extreme, to the point where it's not just that nobody can discover his hidden good looks, but probably nobody would even want to get close to this slob.

  He was lying on a recliner facing the road, holding a small flask of blue liquor in his left hand. Seven or eight empty bottles were scattered around him on the ground beside the recliner.

  "This is what life should be like..."

  Qin Yan lazily took a sip of beer and gazed across the street with narrowed eyes.

  Beautiful woman!

  A group of beautiful women with different styles and postures, absolutely can hold a beauty pageant, among them many beauties have first-class standards!

  To say that Pingjiang City in Jiangnan is a big city, but it's not an international metropolis. Even in the top-tier cities, there aren't so many beautiful women in such a small area.

  Because there is a school diagonally opposite the bar, a university known for its beautiful women - Suzhou Music and Film Academy, abbreviated as Su Ying.

  Although it is slightly inferior to the two most famous performing arts schools, Beiying and Guangdian, it is still relatively well-known nationwide. Over the years, many film and television stars, singers, and hosts have graduated from Su Ying, but for now, these beauties are just tomorrow's stars.

  It's already mid-May, and the weather in Jiangnan is gradually warming up. For those girls who couldn't wait to wear short skirts all winter, now is the perfect season to show off their assets.

  Across the 20-meter-wide road, seeing various miniskirts with big white legs underneath, Qin Yan smiled like a weasel that had stolen an old hen.

  A beautiful woman and good wine, this is the life many men dream of.

  Now he has everything!

  Although it was just beer and those beauties were only for viewing, not touching, compared to the past days, it has been a big progress.

  Shh!

  A sharp whistle pierced the air, and the beauties on the opposite side, who were gathered in groups of three to five, cast their alert gazes over. Some looked puzzled, some had angry expressions, while most of them proudly raised their heads and puffed out their chests, looking down on him as if to elevate their own value by despising this despicable and strange little man.

  Qin Yan was completely indifferent to the attitudes of the beauties, he whistled simply to 'liven up the atmosphere', and didn't think about taking any further action.

  Suddenly.

  His gaze shifted to the main entrance of the college diagonally opposite, and saw a man in his 40s, dressed in a suit and tie, with a fat figure, getting out of a Jaguar.

  This is actually a common occurrence at Su Ying: as a recognized beauty concentration camp, every noon and evening, all sorts of men appear at the school gate. These men are either old or young, handsome or ugly, but they all have one thing in common, which is to show off their wealth with luxury cars, famous watches, and brand-name clothing.

  However, today's situation is a bit different. That fat-headed and big-eared guy has a dark face and is loudly scolding a girl.

  "Old man, the phone is ringing...... Old man, the phone is ringing......"

  The melodious mobile phone ringtone sounded, Qin Yan ignored the drama performed by the fat man on the other side, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the scrambled code displayed on the screen, and slightly furrowed his brow.

  "Arrived?" came a low voice from the other end of the phone.

  "Just arrived last night."

  "How was it?"

  "Not bad."

  "This is our last conversation."

  The low voice said up to here, inexplicably fell silent for a moment, and then continued in an even lower tone: "I hope you can live the life you like, this is what you want, isn't it? From today on, Greedy Wolf disappears, your name is Qin Yan, a stable and peaceful bar owner."

  Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, a hint of helplessness flashed in Qin Yan's eyes. He wanted to say something but ultimately didn't, instead smiling and saying: "That's right, I really like this kind of life."

  "Alright then, take care."

  "Take care."

  She hastily hung up the phone, but Qin Yan was completely unaware and still held the phone to her ear.

  Is this really the life you like?

  Unfortunately, no matter what the answer is now, he can't change it. As his brother said in the past, the greedy wolf has disappeared.

  A figure flashed in my mind, familiar yet strange: familiar because we lived together for twelve years, strange because from now on we belong to different worlds.

  A flame called "Unwillingness" was burning in his chest, burning Qin Yan almost mad, he had to find a place to vent, otherwise he might really go crazy.

  He sprang up from the recliner, wearing those dirty flip-flops, and walked towards the entrance of Su Ying's bar across the street...

  There were many people gathered at the entrance of the college, including Su Ying's students, wealthy officials who came to pick up beauties, and passersby who came to buy soy sauce.

  "Jiang Xiaoying, don't be ungrateful!"

  The stout man with big ears scowled and pulled out a note, waving it at the girl: "In black and white, you must take out every penny today!"

  Standing in front of him was a pretty girl who was at least 1.7 meters tall, and after wearing high heels, she was even taller than many men.

  The girl had a head of jet-black long hair, straight and smooth on her shoulders. In this era, black straight hair was already rare, replaced by various dyes and perms. Just like her plain dress that reached almost to her ankles, how many young girls still dressed so simply and conservatively?

  Pure is not just hair and clothes, but also that face without any makeup stains, absolutely pure and natural.

  It's common for girls in college to wear makeup, let alone Su Ying being in a trendy performing arts and media university.

  She's an oddball!

  Like a lotus in the pond, untainted by even a single speck of mud, this is also one of the reasons why she was evaluated as one of the three great goddesses - the refreshing goddess Jiang Xiaoyan.

  But the halo that represents purity and holiness is now shattered, especially those girls who are watching her with contemptuous and mocking eyes, more girls are gloating over her misfortune, they can't wait to see her make a fool of herself.

  "What kind of refreshing goddess? It turns out it's this kind of thing!"

  "What's it called again? Ah yes! When building a memorial tablet, you also need to set up a memorial archway!"

  "Without the reputation of being a fresh and beautiful goddess, it can't be sold at that price."

  "In this day and age, anything can happen, even a public bus can be considered a goddess?"

  "Isn't Cang Teacher also a goddess?"

  The so-called whispers 'unintentionally' rose a few decibels, and those most vicious words were all transmitted to Jiang Xiaoyan's ears without exception.

  Her whole body couldn't help but tremble, tears rolling down her cheeks, and she gritted her teeth: "When my family was in trouble, you took the initiative to lend me money, saying that I could return it anytime. Now... now... you actually use the loan to coerce me into being your girlfriend!"

  "Blackmail? Hehe... You're too naive, aren't you? Ask others, who would lend money to a stranger for no reason? Since you took my money, you should have known that you'd have to pay the price!" The fat man not only showed no shame but also sneered at her with a mocking expression.

  "There is no such thing as a free lunch."

  "In this world, apart from your real dad, the only one who can give you money without expecting anything in return is your godfather."

  "Uncle dry certainly wants to have a return."

  Those girls who were onlookers echoed in agreement, Jiang Xiaoyan could hardly believe her ears: when she spoke the truth, what she got in return was even more vicious attacks, why did they have to do this?

  She couldn't accept the fact in front of her, tears streaming down her face as she turned to glare at those girls, her face full of resentment and anger, asking "Do I have a grudge against you?"

  "Of course not."

  Just then, an untimely voice rang out, and a young man with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and beach shorts, and dragging a pair of flip-flops, walked over.

  Qin Yan didn't stay by her side, but walked straight to the group of venomous-tongued girls and smiled as she called out their names one by one: "You, last night at 10pm and 12am, went to bed with two different men. You, have a very serious gynecological disease, which was caused by unclean sexual behavior, so you often take antibiotics. And you..."

  "Nonsense!"

  "What did you just say?"

  Several girls were initially stunned, with a flash of shock in their eyes, and then they came back to their senses, glaring at Qin Yanjiao one by one.

  Qin Yan didn't care about their anger and scolding, turned around to Jiang Xiaoying and shrugged: "It's like this, when someone has done something very disgusting, they usually hope others are even more unbearable. Only by pulling you down to the same level can they get some comfort psychologically. As a classmate, you shouldn't be angry, but should show understanding. Just... being able to have such a poisonous tongue, how dark must their psychology be?"

  Everyone's eyes widened in shock, not only at the sudden appearance of this slovenly man, but also at the several girls who had been beaten to a pulp.

  Anyone who isn't a fool can tell from their expressions that what Qin Yan said just now is probably true.

  Damn it!

  How did he know so clearly?

  "Who are you? What brings you here?"

  The fat man glared at Qin Yan fiercely. He wasn't taking pity on those poisonous-tongued girls, but rather because Qin Yan's appearance had disturbed him.

  "My name is Qin Yan, fortune teller."

  "Fortune telling?"

  "Haven't you seen? I figured out those women's shady business all at once."

  "It's none of your business whether I live or die!"

  The fat man also saw that the matter of those girls was probably true, although he felt a bit mysterious in his heart. However, he didn't come here to calculate fortunes; he had no shortcomings for others to expose - repaying debts is a matter of course, and he wasn't afraid of anyone speaking out when he came to collect debts.

  Qin Yan nodded, raised his right hand to calculate with his fingers, and then looked up and down at the fat man several times. He furrowed his brow: "Your yintang is dark, recently you may have a bloody disaster."