Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

Chapter 168 The Story of the Heartless Man

After leaving Yuchen Palace, Guan Shanyu, with a bulging purse in his pocket, did not look back in the direction of Shuiling, but went straight to the largest inn on East Street.

It was the place where Yan Ruchen took him to live last time.

He didn't want to come at first. He was angry. He thought that even if he wanted to stay in the most luxurious inn, he would not choose a place that Yan Ruchen had taken him to.

But after a long journey, he realized that the best option was still the inn he had stayed at that time. Thinking about the large, soft waterbed he had slept on that night, Guan Shanyu decided not to go against Yan Ruchen for the time being. He would deal with other matters later.

He took a handful of silver from his purse and placed it on the counter. The innkeeper's face immediately lit up with smiles. She nodded and bowed hurriedly, and arranged a superior room for him. On the way upstairs, the innkeeper caught a glimpse of Guan Shanyu's handsome face, and suddenly she slapped her forehead as if she had suddenly realized something:

"Oh, sir, you are a regular customer! Didn't you come with another sir last time and also stay in the upper room?"

Guan Shanyu's expression darkened as he turned to her, his tone calm and cold: "Did you recognize me? Last time, I fell asleep right away on the bed. Do you remember which room the other person stayed in that time?"

The proprietress gently waved her round fan, a smile on her lips, as she said, "How could I not remember? How could I forget such a handsome young man like you? Your friend didn't stay. He seemed very busy. Several people came to see him, saying they had unfinished business. He asked us to take good care of you, and then he left with those people, and came back to pick you up the next morning. Oh, that young man, he was so handsome."

Guan Shanyu frowned and turned away when he heard that.

He didn't want to ask this. He originally wanted to ask about the room Yan Ruchen had lived in so as to avoid it. Who wants to hear about his busy life?

He is so busy but still accompanies me to visit teahouses and stay in hotels. Haha, he must have ulterior motives.

Guan Shanyu pursed his lips tightly, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. He interrupted the proprietress's enthusiastic guidance, paused, sighed, and said to her in a calm but unquestionable tone, "You don't have to go to the room yet. I have other things to take care of. I'll come back to see the room later."

After saying that, Guan Shanyu resolutely turned around and walked downstairs with big strides. In just a few steps, he had stepped out of the inn door.

The proprietress was still standing on the stairs, talking nonstop about the features of the inn and the large number of repeat customers. When she turned around upon hearing the voice, Guan Shanyu had disappeared outside the door.

The proprietress hurried to the door, leaned against the door frame, looked at Guan Shanyu's back and shouted: "Young Master, don't worry, I'll keep the best room for you. Come back and stay anytime after you finish your business."

Guan Shanyu had already walked far away on the long street. He heard it, but he didn't look back.

Now he was upset and had a lot of strange thoughts in his mind, but he thought they were all distractions.

Guan Shanyu walked quickly along the long street. When he passed by a teahouse, he walked in without thinking.

His goal at this moment was simple and clear - to squander all his money and enjoy himself to the fullest.

This teahouse, located on a bustling stretch of West Street, seemed rather ordinary compared to the other grandiose restaurants and teahouses. The two stone lions in front of the door were clumsy, the lanterns were dim, and the waiter was eagerly trying to sell fruit tea. It was a shop like this that you wouldn't normally be drawn into if you passed by.

But Guan Shanyu was different, he couldn't walk anymore.

He just wanted to find a place to have tea and a meal and spend his money. As for what to eat and drink, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he wanted to enjoy himself.

He strode into the teahouse. The waiter felt only a gust of wind, and before he could react, he saw someone had arrived. He quickly put up his handkerchief and walked over to greet him, "Dear guest, please come in. What would you like? Our most famous drink is fruit tea, and..."

"Let's go for the most expensive one." Guan Shanyu stopped and interrupted him expressionlessly, stretching out his finger to make a "one" gesture. "One pot. And your signature dishes, bring them all to me. Is that private room on the second floor empty? I want to sit there, money is not a problem."

The waiter was stunned for only a moment, then a golden light flashed in his eyes. He quickly bent down and bowed respectfully to lead the way: "Okay! Dear guest, please come in~"

After a cup of fragrant tea, a few chopsticks of delicious food, and singing on the stage on the first floor, Guan Shanyu's mood finally calmed down a lot.

At least, I'm not so anxious anymore.

I don’t know what the signature dish of this teahouse is. The table was filled with various dishes, more than a dozen plates. At first, Guan Shanyu thought that this restaurant was trying to rip him off because he looked like a rich man, but after taking a bite of the dish, he found it tasted unexpectedly delicious, so he just let them do as they pleased.

On the stage in the first-floor hall, actors are performing a play of joys and sorrows. Sometimes someone hugs their legs and cries, or sings plaintively; sometimes a woman is kicked out of the door with her luggage. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a story of an unfaithful man.

Haha, this was all good, but they had to do this. Can't there be some happy plots while eating? Who can eat after doing this?

But despite saying that, Guan Shanyu still watched the show with an expressionless face.

This plot is similar to the common plot in the market where a scumbag abandons his wife. Although it is cliché, it is still addictive to watch.

As Guan Shanyu picked up some food, he watched the story unfold. The abandoned woman started a textile business in another town and made a fortune. When the unfaithful man learned of her success, he shamelessly came to look for her.

The scumbag on the stage sang hesitantly: "My wife, my heart has never left you. I have no choice but to kick you out." Guan Shanyu heard this, spitted, and said: "Scumbag!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a breeze brush against his right sleeve, and the door to the private room opened. Guan Shanyu frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. Turning around, he saw the waiter standing at the door with a smile on his face, and the person who walked in was indeed Yan Ruchen.

Guan Shanyu slammed the table and stood up, turning around to leave through another door. Yan Ruchen had just stepped into the box, and before he could see the situation clearly, he saw Guan Shanyu's angry back. He hurried forward to grab him and said anxiously: "Shanyu."

Guan Shanyu turned back expressionlessly, his eyes sweeping over the waiter who was staring at Yan Ruchen with a smile on his face and shining eyes, and asked angrily, "I booked a private room, why did you let someone in?"

The waiter was stunned when he heard this and stammered, "Ah? Sir, he said he was your friend, so I..."

Yan Ruchen interrupted him and waved his hand, "We are friends. We have something to discuss. Please leave."

The waiter glanced at them hurriedly, then bowed and retreated. The private room suddenly fell silent, save for the continuous sound of opera singing from the first floor. The woman was pounding the scumbag's arm, cursing loudly, "You unfaithful man, I won't go back with you!"

Yan Ruchen glanced sideways at the audience, then turned to Guan Shanyu. Seeing his unhappy face, he asked cautiously, "Why did you come down the mountain without telling me?"

Guan Shanyu shook off his tightly grasped hand, his voice low and dull: "I told Jin Yu and the others, isn't that the same as telling you?"

Yan Ruchen stared at his own hand being flung away, frozen in mid-air for a moment before reluctantly changing the subject: "Are you here to listen to the opera? How was the play? What was it about?"

Guan Shanyu could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, but after taking a deep breath, he turned away and said coldly, "Yan Ruchen, you don't have to be like this. Even if you came, I wouldn't treat you well. That's enough. Why bother making this trip?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruchen's face finally darkened. He frowned and looked at Guan Shanyu. Seeing the indifferent expression on his face, his heart suddenly ached, as if someone was strangling him. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you really mind that much?"

Guan Shanyu gritted his teeth, turned around angrily, looked directly into Yan Ruchen's eyes, and said coldly, "Nonsense, who wouldn't mind. I've also made it clear that I'm not interested in men, so don't use this excuse to tease me anymore."

Yan Ruchen anxiously tried to reach forward and grab Guan Shanyu, but seeing Guan Shanyu suddenly take a step back, he could only freeze in his place, not daring to approach rashly. At this moment, Yan Ruchen's face was extremely ugly, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been stained by the frost of the weather, but he still explained: "I'm not kidding you, I'm sincere..."

"That's enough." Guan Shanyu looked at him and interrupted him before he finished speaking. He continued, "There's no point in saying more. I understand. Go back. You don't have to watch over me here."

Yan Ruchen stood there, even at his most insensitive, he could sense Guan Shanyu's indifference. His throat was dry, and he took a deep breath. His face pale, he said, "If you really want to go back to Pingshui Town, I can take you there."

Guan Shanyu looked at him with amusement and said, "Can you stop saying these hypocritical words? Let's not meet again. Can we just stop here?"

Yan Ruchen was stunned when he heard this, his nose involuntarily sore. He lowered his head hastily to hide his red eyes, looking at the coat tightly held in his hand. After a long silence, he slowly raised his hand, handed the coat over, and said softly, "You are wearing too little. Put on your coat first."

Guan Shanyu's eyes shifted to the white coat. It was thick, snow-white, and exquisitely crafted, but he had no interest in wearing it, nor did he want to thank Yan Ruchen. He gritted his teeth as he took the coat, and as Yan Ruchen looked at him with a slightly relieved look, he suddenly threw the coat heavily at him.

"Isn't what I said clear enough? I want you to get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white jacket fell to the ground and spread out crookedly.

The jacket brushed against Yan Ruchen's hair, ruffling his originally neat strands. He stood there in a daze, his eyes slightly red.

After a long silence, Yan Ruchen still quietly looked at Guan Shanyu's eyes filled with anger. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white. After a long while, he spoke: "Are you serious?"

Guan Shanyu sneered and looked at him quietly, as if squeezing out an impatient reply from between his teeth: "Nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ruchen immediately lowered his eyes, no longer looking at him. He just stared at the white coat on the ground quietly without saying another word. His face was expressionless. He turned and walked to the door, gently closed it, and left.

Guan Shanyu stared at the door closed by Yan Ruchen with his big eyes, took a few deep breaths, then turned around abruptly and overturned the table.

Dishes fell, accompanied by a loud thud on the table. The laughter and chatter downstairs suddenly stopped, and everyone stood up curiously and looked towards the second-floor box. The opera on the stage was also interrupted by the sudden noise. The waiter hurried upstairs and opened the box door. Seeing the mess and the broken table in front of him, he couldn't help but wail: "Oh, sir, what's going on?"

Guan Shanyu yelled at him fiercely, "Stop crying! I'll pay for it!"

The day had been a complete mess. Guan Shanyu was in such a terrible mood that he had no desire to enjoy his luxurious bed. After paying the teahouse back, he hurried in the other direction, his magical instrument in hand.

His final destination was Wuzijian.

He went to East Street and rented a Tuiyun disciple, but when he arrived at the top of the wharf, it was already night and the moon was high in the sky.

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain path was quiet and deep. Moonlight filtered through the sparse treetops, scattering mottled light on the winding path. Guan Shanyu said goodbye to the Tuiyun disciples and walked up the mountain alone.

Wuzijian, a hunting ground far from town, was deserted at this hour, save for the chirping of insects, which added a touch of life to the otherwise desolate mountain path. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a cool breeze and the rustling of leaves.

Guan Shanyu walked quickly into the hunting grounds. After walking for a long time, he finally found a flat area. After deciding to choose this spot, he squatted down and cleared the weeds on the ground with his bare hands.

It has been almost a year and a half since the last Immortal Gate Trial. So many things have happened, and no one has cleaned this place for a long time. Weeds are overgrown, and plants are growing wildly. If you pull out a blade of grass, you will bring out a bunch of small insect nests.

Guan Shanyu had no intention of apologizing to the bugs. He simply lowered his head and pulled out the weeds expressionlessly. Suddenly, under the moonlight, a familiar object flashed before his eyes.