Chapter 39: Drunk

“Zhuo Ting, I’m dizzy. I didn’t expect the sweet wine to get me drunk. Ah, I feel awful!”

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have come to drink. I paid money to suffer. If we had gone for hot pot, I wonder how good it would’ve been.”

Fu Xingjian smiled lightly, reaching out to gently support her waist.

She was still the same as before, always concerned about cost-effectiveness, no matter what she did. Isn’t that exhausting?

For Fu Xingjian, as long as he liked something, whether it was expensive or cheap, he was willing to pay for it. Life was already tough, so why not enjoy it a little?

“Zhuo Ting, it looks like you’ve gotten taller and stronger? You even have abs now? Wow, you’re secretly working on your figure behind my back.”

Fu Xingjian lowered his head and saw her hands wandering around on him, even slipping under the hem of his coat to touch his abs.

He furrowed his brows, unsure if he should stop her.

Rationality told him to grab her hand immediately, but he…

“Zhuo Ting, why aren’t you talking? Finally turned mute, huh? Hahaha, I’ve been waiting for this day for years~”

Fu Xingjian’s brows furrowed tightly. Didn’t she have a good relationship with Zhuo Ting? Why was she cursing her to become mute? Ridiculous.

“Zhuo Ting, Zhuo Ting?” Lin Ran was completely drunk, repeatedly calling out her best friend’s name. Meanwhile, her best friend stood aside, stunned, utterly disoriented.

What… is this… a horror scene???

After a long while, Zhuo Ting finally returned to her senses, “Um, Fu… Mr. Fu, can you give Lin Ran back to me?”

She felt so embarrassed for calling him “Mr. Fu”—after all, she wasn’t one of Fu Xingjian’s subordinates.

Ignoring the hands reaching out from the other side, Fu Xingjian firmly held Lin Ran in his arms. He turned his head to look at Zhuo Ting. “Did you call a car?”

“Uh, no, it’s rush hour, it’s hard to get one,” Zhuo Ting scratched her head, glancing awkwardly at the woman in his arms who was still recklessly “touching around.”

Help, she’s still touching lower…

“Well, in that case, don’t bother calling a car. Ride with me, I’ll call a driver.”

With that, he lowered his head to take out his phone, showing no intention of loosening his grip on the woman in his arms.

Zhuo Ting, completely shocked, could only stand there in a daze. She was thinking, if she told Lin Ran tomorrow that she had flirted with Fu Xingjian, would Lin Ran regret it so much that she would want to kill herself?

Soon, Fu Xingjian found a driver, bent slightly to horizontally carry Lin Ran, and said to Zhuo Ting in a soft voice, “My car is over there.”

“Oh, okay,” Zhuo Ting numbly followed behind him, her face filled with a dazed expression, thinking, “Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?”

After finally getting into the car, the driver arrived just in time, but Lin Ran started shouting again, “My head hurts, it hurts so much, I feel like I’m going to throw up…”

While adjusting the seatbelt, Zhuo Ting hesitated, then turned to Fu Xingjian, saying, “Mr. Fu, sorry to trouble you, but would it be better if you sit in the passenger seat? I can take care of Lin Ran.”

She was really afraid that Lin Ran would throw up…

Such an expensive car, such an elegant person—if she accidentally threw up… the scene… she didn’t dare to imagine.

But Fu Xingjian seemed not to hear her. He lowered the rear window and immediately instructed the driver to drive slower.

After passing through the congested city center, Fu Xingjian instructed the driver to stop the car.

Zhuo Ting watched through the rearview mirror as Fu Xingjian gently placed Lin Ran back into the seat, then opened the door and got out. A few minutes later, he returned holding a plastic bag.

She was curious, wondering what he had bought—it smelled quite nice.