I Eat My Own Jealousy chapter 29

Chapter 29

Zong Ye was puzzled, “What does that mean?”

Zong Ming was about to reply when the door to the private room was pushed open. The manager of the bar entered, bowing respectfully to everyone, “Gentlemen, is there anything else you need?”

Zong Ye had been pulled into the room by Zong Ming. There were a few of Zong Ming’s friends in the room as well, who often came over. They were friends with the bar’s owner, too. Someone asked, “Where’s Owen? Why hasn’t he come up after his performance?”

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Jian Ning hesitated, “Can you wear proper clothes for your performance next week? Singing and dancing half-naked is really not suitable for appreciating.”

Owen chuckled softly, his tone ambiguous, “You’re my sponsor, I’ll do as you say. If you want me to wear it, I will. If not, I won’t.”

“Here are three admission tickets. Bring your friends when the time comes.” Owen slipped the tickets into Jian Ning’s collar and took the opportunity to pinch his cheek.

Jian Ning was startled and took a step back, looking at Owen with wide eyes.

“Ha, so adorable.” Observing Jian Ning’s startled expression, Owen laughed joyfully.

… The boss doesn’t seem like a serious person, maybe it’s better not to come. Jian Ning took out the admission tickets from his collar, considering returning them, and then she looked up and saw Zong Ye and Zong Ming behind Owen.

“I’ll come.” Jian Ning held onto the admission tickets tightly, his mind changing in an instant. She smiled faintly at Owen.

*Cough.* Zong Ming clenched his fist against his lips from behind, giving a light cough.

“Hey, Zong Ming, leaving so soon?” Owen turned around and saw them. He introduced Jian Ning, “This is Academician Zong Ming from the Academy of Sciences, and this is Marshal Zong Ye.”

“Greetings, Mr. Zong and Marshal,” Jian Ning greeted with a light tone, as if they were strangers.

“I’ll head out now. Remember to save a VIP spot for me,” Jian Ning turned to Owen and said.

“Don’t worry,” Owen winked at him playfully, “Next time, I’ll perform just for you, and you won’t have to spend so much money again.”

Jian Ning lips curled in satisfaction, waved at Owen, and then cast a sidelong glance at Zong Ye. He straightened his back and turned to walk toward the aircraft outside.

Zong Ming had been observing his brother’s expression all along. He wasn’t worried about his brother, but rather, he felt sorry for the second personality, the faithful companion, who had been abandoned by his brother for the sake of another man.

Back on the aircraft, seeing Zong Ye’s continued silence, Zong Ming couldn’t help asking, “Don’t you have anything to say?”

Zong Ye remained expressionless. “What should I say?”

Zong Ming was speechless. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. Owen has taken an interest in Jian Ning. That guy is known for his emotional prowess. Aren’t you concerned that Jian Ning might fall for him?”

Zong Ye activated the aircraft, his face tense, his tone indifferent. “Who Jian Ning associates with is his own business, unrelated to me.”

Zong Ming rolled his eyes. He’s acting tough, let’s see how long he can keep that up.

A week later, on the day of Owen’s performance, Jian Ning, Terry and Jenny returned to the bar.

As they entered, the same waiter from last time approached them, smiling, “Please follow me, the owner has reserved your seats.”

The seats were the same ones they had occupied before. Once they settled in, another waiter proactively brought them fruit juice. “This is on the house from our owner.”

From the moment they were seated until the performance began, the entire VIP section was exclusively theirs, without anyone else. The entire performance felt like Owen was performing just for them.

After the performance ended, Owen exchanged a quick greeting with Jian Ning before being called away. The waiter led them to a booth by the wall. Jian Ning casually asked, “Business seems slow today. Why is there no one around?”

The waiter chuckled, “Not at all. The owner knew you and your friends were coming, so no other VIP seats were sold.”

As they were seated at the wall-side booth, the waiter brought over several snacks. Terry hurriedly said, “We haven’t even ordered yet.”

The waiter smiled at them, saying, “This is also a gift from our owner to the three of you.”

Once the waiter left, Terry asked in confusion, “Why is the owner treating us so well?”

Jenny pondered for a moment, “It’s probably because Jian Ning spent too much money last time. He’s a big customer, so some preferential treatment is in order.”

“I see,” Terry nodded with a look of realization.

Jian Ning took a few snacks and fed them to Tuan Tuan, who loved to eat crispy and tender fried meat. His little paws and mouth were covered in oil. Jian Ning looked up and excused himself to Jenny and Terry, then took Tuan Tuan to the restroom.

Upon entering, he glanced around the stalls, finding them all empty. Jian Ning took a few sheets of paper to wipe the sink’s counter clean. He then placed down his bag, lifted Tuan Tuan, and quickly cleaned his little paws and mouth. He asked, “Do you need to use the restroom?”

Tuan Tuan licked his mouth and scratched at his father’s collar with his small paw, signaling that he needed to go.

Jian Ning took Tuan Tuan to a stall for him to relieve himself. Afterward, he placed him back into the bag. As he was washing his hands by the sink, someone approached him.

Jian Ning didn’t pay much attention, he dried his hands and was about to leave when the person suddenly reached out and pulled open the partially closed bag. Tuan Tuan’s head poked out from the bag and he licked the person’s fingers.

Before Jian Ning could even look up, a familiar male voice sounded from above, “You brought him here?”

He quickly covered the bag, raised his head, and gave the person a stern look. “What’s it to you?” He was about to leave, trying to bypass him.

Zong Ye grabbed his arm and his voice turned cold suddenly, “I’m his father, so it’s naturally my concern. He’s still a cub and shouldn’t be brought to a place like this.”

“What’s wrong with this place? I just brought him here to have some fun and food. It’s not like I’m doing anything else,” Jian Ning retorted, refusing to back down.

“It’s not allowed, it’s just not allowed, especially at this time…” Zong Ye paused, looked at his wristwatch, “He should be going to bed now.”

“…It’s not even nine o’clock yet. Tuan Tuan goes to sleep at ten every night.” Jian Ning looked at him with exasperation. This so-called father of his seemed to know nothing about Tuan Tuan’s routine.

“So late?” Zong Ye frowned. When he and Zong Ming were young, they would already be in bed by nine every night.

“Even if he sleeps late, you still shouldn’t bring him to a place like this so late at night, especially not for a date with another man,” Zong Ye coldly remarked, “If you’re not willing to take good care of him, you can just send him back to the Zong family.”

Jian Ning looked at him incredulously. What did this person mean? Was he threatening to take Tuan Tuan away?

“The Queen promised not to take Tuan Tuan away from me,” Jian Ning exclaimed angrily.

Zong Ye’s eyes turned cold and distant. “That’s on the condition that you can properly take care of him, not bringing him to places unsuitable for a cub.”

Jian Ning clenched his teeth in frustration. He didn’t bring Tuan Tuan here every day, just occasionally.

“If you don’t want to bring him, then don’t,” Jian Ning could only suppress his anger and concede.

Zong Ye released his arm upon hearing this and said, “Take Tuan Tuan back now.”

Jian Ning turned around, seething, and left without saying a word.

Zong Ye lowered his gaze, washed his hands, and then headed upstairs after leaving the restroom.

Inside the private room, General Colin was drinking sorrowfully. When he saw Zong Ye returning, he complained, “Where did you go? You’re only coming back now.”

Zong Ye sat on the couch, and Colin placed his hand on his shoulder, sobbing, “Why did Qiao go out for a date with someone else? He clearly liked me all along. I finally started responding to him, and now he’s ignoring me.”

A grown man crying so sorrowfully was too noisy. Zong Ye simply stood up and said, “I’m leaving.”

Confused, Colin stared at him. “Zong, you suggested we come out for a drink, and now that we’re here, you’re leaving? Aren’t you going to comfort me?”

“It’s too late, no time,” Zong Ye replied succinctly and walked out.

Colin felt like he had been played. Zong Ye was the one who proposed coming here, and yet he was leaving so shortly after arriving.

Zong Ye wasn’t the type to care about others’ emotions, and Colin shouldn’t have trusted his words. Frustrated, Colin stood up and followed after him.

Jian Ning returned to the outdoor seating area with Tuan Tuan in his arms. He informed Terry and Jenny, and then signaled for the waiter to bring the bill before leaving.

Upon hearing that he wanted to settle the bill, the waiter smiled and said, “No need. The owner instructed us that tonight’s expenses are on the house for the three of you.”

“…Please convey our gratitude to your boss,” Jian Ning thanked, and he, along with Terry and Jenny, left the bar.

Just as they stepped out of the door, Owen caught up with them from behind.

“Leaving so early? There was a commotion upstairs with a guest, and I just finished handling it,” Owen regretfully remarked.

“We’ve been here long enough. It’s time to go back,” Jian Ning replied.

“Then come watch my performance next time,” Owen took out three admission tickets, a tinge of regret in his blue eyes. “I was quite busy today and didn’t have the chance to greet you and your friends. But next time, I promise I won’t miss it.”

Jian Ning expressed his regret, saying, “No need. I might not come here anymore.”

“Why?” Owen placed a hand over his heart, appearing saddened. “Was my performance not good?”

“No, no, no,” Jian Ning shook his head quickly, “Your performance was excellent. It’s just that I have some personal matters, and evenings aren’t suitable for going out.”

About to apologize, Jian Ning suddenly noticed Zong Ye and an unfamiliar man coming out of the bar.

“How was your day?” he quickly changed the topic, looking at Owen. “I heard there’s a botanical exhibition the day after tomorrow. Would you like to go together?”

If he couldn’t have evening dates with Tuan Tuan, then perhaps they could have daytime dates.

“Of course,” Owen winked at him. He had been thinking of finding an excuse to get the cute guy’s contact information, but he didn’t expect the cute guy to be this proactive.

The two happily exchanged contact information.

As Jian Ning left, Owen turned around and saw Zong Ye and Colin. He hurriedly called out, “Marshal Zong Ye, General Colin.”

Glancing at Zong Ye, Owen couldn’t help muttering to himself. Marshal Zong Ye rarely came here, and most of the time, he was dragged by Zong Ming. Why did he come last week and again today?

Zong Ye gave him a faint glance and wordlessly walked towards the hovering car.

Colin followed behind, utterly puzzled. He had just left the private room in high spirits, so why did his mood turn sour as soon as they left the bar?

Watching the hovering car fly away, Owen rubbed his slightly chilly head. Why did he feel that Marshal Zong Ye’s expression when he looked at him just now wasn’t very friendly?

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