Is It Too Late To Regret Chapter 2

Eight o'clock in the evening is a good time for feasting and feasting.

Aiden Jiang was nestled on the sofa in the club, staring at the empty wine glass with only ice cubes left in it.

A careless love song on the stage finally ended. Several women sat down beside him with smiles and pushed a few bottles of foreign wine on the table.

"Young Master Jiang, this is newly arrived wine, flown in from a private winery in Country F..."

"No introduction is needed."

Aiden Jiang interrupted the woman's words, as if he had just come to his senses and opened his half-closed eyes.

"Just charge it to my account like before."

Jiang Shao said a word, and the performance for the week was immediately full.

Several people poured wine for him with smiles on their faces. Under the overlapping light and dark lights, their eyes quietly lingered on him, somewhat distracted.

There is almost nothing wrong with the face in front of you. No matter how many times you see it, seeing it again makes your heart flutter.

But to describe him as handsome is not quite appropriate.

Different from his sharp eyebrows and starry appearance, Aiden Jiang has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and there is a vague air of romance on the tip of his eyebrows, and there is always a kind of casual S3xiness.

Especially today, this kind of S3xy feeling is as if it has been aroused, and it is even stronger.

It's a pity that their task is to be a matchmaker and they don't have the opportunity to delve deeply into the temperature under this skin.

Aiden Jiang rarely looked forward and backward when playing cards, and his playing speed today was even ridiculously fast, even a little out of order.

It's as if all the strength in the body is gathered at the fingertips, being thrown out continuously so as not to have nowhere to vent.

As the cards were picked up and dropped, the cuffs of the black shirt that didn't fit well enough bulged slightly, and the empty part repeatedly exposed the cold white skin underneath.

There is an obvious half circle of dark red near the raised wrist bone.

So does the other wrist.

It's like a signal that has been tied up for a long time.

Except for Aiden Jiang, everyone on this table is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. It can be seen at a glance how unusual and exciting this mark is.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang has quite a lot of fun in private."

Hearing this, Aiden Jiang lowered his eyes along their gaze, tightened his sleeves and said nothing.

His secretive attitude only aroused the gossip among those around him.

Aiden Jiang is a regular customer here. He has a generous personality and generous spending. Every time he comes here, he has a bunch of good-looking waiters to accompany him, but that doesn't stop there.

He usually just drinks and plays cards. Any money he wins goes to his partner, and he gets the money if he loses. Those who are good at playing cards can get enough tips.

No matter how many people show their desire for him, he never shows mercy to "believers".

He clearly has a face that looks like he has ten girlfriends.

It's hard not to wonder about his private life.

A purple-haired woman continued to test: "Are they from us?"

"It's not a human being." Aiden Jiang said expressionlessly, "It's a beast."

The purple-haired woman was stunned when she heard the words. Even though she was full of witty words, she didn't know how to answer them. Aiden Jiang impatiently urged her to play her cards quickly.

*

Yesterday, Aiden Jiang attended a wedding. The groom was his brief crush in adolescence, Preston Shen.

Although the superficial and casual love he had when he was young has long since been completely wiped out by the years, Aiden Jiang still couldn't help but feel in a trance when looking at the man on the stage who was as gentle as jade, modest and shy, who seemed to be the same as ten years ago.

However, the person at the opposite table was probably even more confused than him.

Aiden Jiang thought to himself and glanced at it.

His former love rival, Elliot Duan, was sitting there, listening to Preston Shen's affectionate vows to his wife.

Elliot Duan's ancestry was of European descent, and his pair of deep pupils were placed under his slightly higher eyebrows. They were as dark as the sea and could not capture any emotional fluctuations at all.

Aiden Jiang didn't believe it and stared at it for a long time.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off. At the moment when the bride and groom exchanged rings, the sculpture-like face finally relaxed a little, and the corners of the lips curled up in an invisible arc.

He must have laughed.

Aiden Jiang confirmed it several times.

This smile was naturally interpreted by Aiden Jiang as a self-deprecating act of magnanimity.

It is said that the five-star hotel for this wedding was sponsored by Elliot Duan as a good friend, and he had the air of a loser who was "bringing off" to his sweetheart.

Thinking of this, Aiden Jiang's heart became brighter and he took a sip of wine a little shyly.

He is different from Elliot Duan.

After graduating from high school, he only met Preston Shen occasionally during the New Year and holidays. The many charming thoughts he had had were all gone now.

But Elliot Duan not only went to the same university as Preston Shen, but they also went to study in North America one after another. With such a tight pursuit, there is no chance of letting go, right?

Thinking about it this way, Elliot Duan was really masochistic.

However, Aiden Jiang is not yet mature enough to feel compassion for those he hates.

Elliot Duan is simply asking for trouble, suffering, and suffering!

After the wedding, Preston Shen opened a private room in the entertainment area of   the hotel and invited old classmates to have a party.

Aiden Jiang and Elliot Duan were both there, sitting at the north and south corners respectively, pretending to be unfamiliar as usual and not saying a word from beginning to end.

At the party, Aiden Jiang met many of his former classmates. He was in a good mood and drank a few more bottles. After getting drunk, he entered the guest room prepared by Preston Shen for him and slept until three in the afternoon.

When he first woke up, Aiden Jiang was still very confused. He only felt that his whole body was so sore, as if he had been lifting irons in the gym all night.

But he didn't remember having this quirk when he was drunk.

The moment I got out of bed in a daze, a sharp pain shot up my spine from below.

Turning his head, his eyes were fixed on the trash can at the end of the bed.

It was full of used C*nd0ms, too many to count.

He didn't seem to be lifting weights all night.

Instead, he was held up all night.

Use that thing.

"What a fool!"

Aiden Jiang blurted out a Chinese quintessence sentence, and his eye circles almost turned red. His brain was buzzing, and the wrist he held behind his waist began to hurt.

He had a vague memory of being tied up with a tie, and the madman held his wrists with frightening force.

Aiden Jiang grabbed his hair back and forth and limped around the suite, turning around and around, trying to find other incriminating evidence left by the murderer.

Until he saw a note under his cell phone on the coffee table in the living room.

On the note were two lines of pen writing: The company has an important meeting, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

There was no signature, only a mobile phone number.

Aiden Jiang recognized the handwriting at a glance, and fragments of memory came back to him at this moment, and his hands began to shake along with his legs.

At this time, he received a voice message from Preston Shen: "Last night you left the private room drunk. Elliot Duan said he wanted to see you, but neither of you came back. I have something to do with him, but I can't contact him... ...Is he okay?"

Aiden Jiang originally wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse due to overuse, so he had to raise his trembling thumb and reply: "He is still alive."

Preston Shen: "That's right."

The tone was obviously hesitant.

But Aiden Jiang is very convinced of this.

Because the person who Fcuked him last night was none other than Elliot Duan.

*

There was a loud bang.

Aiden Jiang bit the ice cube in his mouth, chewed the crumbs like grinding his teeth, and slowly swallowed it into his stomach.

This look of gnashing teeth frightened the woman shuffling the cards opposite her. She thought she had won the card and made Young Master Jiang unhappy.

After calming down in the afternoon, Aiden Jiang remembered a little about last night.

He and Elliot Duan met at the door of the guest room, and both insisted that this was their room.

Elliot Duan walked in first as if he was too lazy to argue with him.

He followed him in unhappily and wanted to kick Elliot Duan off the bed, but later the two got entangled inexplicably.

He couldn't remember who took the initiative first.

They even had a fight over who was on top, and that's when the tie came in handy.

And later he discovered that he had indeed gone to the wrong room, and his room was next door.

All of this was so bizarre that it was like a dream. He was still not fully awake until now, and his whole body had not recovered.

Although he had suffered great shame and humiliation, he couldn't think of any countermeasures at the moment. He could only crawl into the "safe house" and drink alcohol like an ostrich.

Aiden Jiang was unlucky today and lost several games in a row.

At the end of the fight, I lost interest and said I was tired, so I went out to get some fresh air and fight again later.

The purple-haired woman's name was Brielle, and she was the head waiter. After more than ten minutes, she quietly followed him out to see what was going on, and found Aiden Jiang standing at the end of the long and narrow corridor, lost in thought in front of a hanging painting.

His figure was indescribably depressed and desolate.

As he got closer, he realized that the strange feeling was caused by Aiden Jiang's ill-fitting black shirt.

She smiled and asked, "Mr. Jiang, are your clothes a little too big?"

The painting on the wall was a yellowed imitation of a Song Dynasty guqin. Aiden Jiang looked away from the strings and said a perfunctory "hmm".

His own shirt was wrinkled like pickles after last night's mess, the buttons were off the thread, and it was stained with an unknown liquid, making it impossible to wear.

Fortunately, there was a shirt on the bedside table. It looked quite new. Elliot Duan should have bought it.

He was in a hurry to run away and put it on without thinking. Only then did he notice that the size didn't fit him well.

Aiden Jiang subconsciously rubbed his increasingly sore waist after playing cards for too long.

Seeing this, Brielle kindly suggested: "If you feel dizzy after drinking too much, you can hold me up."

Aiden Jiang didn't refuse and put some force on her shoulder.

The two walked back along the corridor. Aiden Jiang talked to Brielle casually, took out his mobile phone, opened Moments, and found a party photo sent by an acquaintance thirty minutes ago, with the text: [Guess which boss is driving the show? Visiting? 】

The picture was filled with messy light. At a glance, Aiden Jiang saw Elliot Duan sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine. It was like a piece of jade, shining conspicuously, as if he was separated from everyone around him.

damn thing!

To make him like this, he is still interested in having fun!

Aiden Jiang was furious. He double-clicked Elliot Duan's forehead with his thumb and enlarged the photo. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar sign on the edge of the wine table.

He looked up at the corridor wall, which had the same pattern on it.

? ?

He was stunned, and before he could sound the alarm in his mind, he heard a flattering inquiry coming from the front.

"What kind of thing does Mr. Duan like? I'll go back to the private room later and I'll ask a few pretty and sensible people to come over to warm up the place."

Then, there was a cold voice------

"No need."