Chapter 108 A Chance Encounter

The two made up their minds to acquire Zhou Wu's studio.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

Lu Jie returned, his face even more anxious than before.

"Miss Shen, I'm sorry to bother you."

His tone was earnest: "President Zhao has drunk too much and is currently having a drinking contest with someone. His emotions are very unstable, and none of us can persuade him to stop!"

Fu Xuan frowned.

Lu Jie looked at Shen Shuangmiao with anticipation in his eyes.

"Could you go and see him? He's probably only listening to you now..."

Shen Shuangmiao's heart sank suddenly.

Is Zhao Mobai drowning his sorrows in alcohol? And even having a drinking contest with someone?

Given his current physical and emotional state, this is simply absurd.

Although their relationship was just a transaction, they were still nominally engaged.

Moreover, the Zhao family had just suffered a major blow, and she could not simply sit idly by, both morally and logically.

She didn't know if she really had that kind of influence, but Lu Jie, as Zhao Mobai's most trusted assistant, was not making this statement out of thin air.

She glanced at Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan's eyes were also full of worry, and he nodded gently to her.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

Shen Shuangmiao took a deep breath and said to Lu Jie, "Okay, we'll be right there."

Half an hour later.

Shen Shuangmiao and Fu Xuan arrived at their destination.

Before they even reached the booth area, they could hear the noise coming from there.

Zhao Mo's white shirt collar was wide open, and his eyes were already somewhat unfocused.

But he still forced himself to sit there, with empty wine bottles piled up in front of him.

Opposite him sat several young men who also appeared to be wealthy and powerful, their faces bearing malicious smiles.

One of the men, wearing a flashy shirt, was holding a decanter and looked at Zhao Mobai defiantly.

"Mr. Zhao, that last glass was my treasured Macallan. You downed it without hesitation, that was so refreshing! This one is a token of my sincerity. How about another?"

Zhao Mobai's eyes were cloudy, and upon hearing this, he reached out to take the glass of mixed liquor, which was clearly very strong.

"Zhao Mobai!"

Shen Shuangmiao quickly stepped forward and grabbed his raised wrist.

All eyes immediately turned to her.

When the men who were drinking together saw Shen Shuangmiao, they were first amazed, then they recognized her identity. The mocking smiles on their faces faded a bit, but their eyes still held amusement.

Zhao Mobai paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at her with blurry, drunken eyes.

He seemed to only recognize who was in front of him after looking for several seconds.

"You... how did you get here?" His voice was slurred and reeked of alcohol.

"Don't drink anymore."

Looking at him like this, Shen Shuangmiao felt an indescribable helplessness. "I'll take you back."

She tried to help Zhao Mobai up.

Zhao Mobai seemed to have heard something funny and abruptly shook off her hand.

Shen Shuangmiao staggered, but fortunately Fu Xuan caught her from behind. "Zhao Mobai, what are you doing!"

"What's the point of going back?" Zhao Mobai scoffed, resigned. "Just to watch over this mess? Wait for others to laugh at us?"

He pointed at the men opposite him, his eyes glazed over.

"They're all waiting to see me, Zhao Mobai, collapse! But I won't! I can still drink!"

As he spoke, he reached for the glass of wine again.

"Zhao Mobai".

Shen Shuangmiao stopped him again, this time with an even harsher tone, "Look at the state you're in now! Is this how you solve problems—by drinking yourself to death here?!"

Zhao Mobai's grabbing motion froze.

He raised his head and stared intently at Shen Shuangmiao. His eyes were incredibly complex, and a hint of embarrassment at being caught out flashed across them.

The atmosphere in the booth froze.

The men who had been drinking together exchanged glances, realizing they wouldn't be able to finish their drinks. They awkwardly touched their noses and made an excuse to slip away.

Lu Jie quickly signaled to the waiter to clear the table.

Shen Shuangmiao looked at the man in front of her, who had lost all his former vigor and was now only dejected and disheveled, and sighed softly.

"Let's go back first."

This time, Zhao Mobai did not struggle.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and Shen Shuangmiao and Fu Xuan helped him up from either side, and he staggered out.

His head drooped limply, resting on Shen Shuangmiao's shoulder.

His hot breath sprayed onto her neck, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

Shen Shuangmiao felt a little uncomfortable, but she endured it.

Zhao Mobai was still muttering something unconsciously, his voice indistinct.

Shen Shuangmiao gritted her teeth, trying her best to support his heavy body, while Fu Xuan tried to maintain his balance on the other side.

The three of them seemed to be walking unsteadily.

Just as they were about to turn the corner of the corridor, another group of people happened to walk towards them from the opposite side.

The man at the head of the group stood tall and straight, his left arm in a cast hanging in front of his chest, exuding a fierce and spirited aura.

His face still bore a hint of tired, sickly pallor, but his eyes were sharp, like the chill of early spring.

May it all be extinguished.

Shen Shuangmiao stopped abruptly when she saw him.

He had clearly just finished a drinking party, and was followed by several subordinates who looked like elites.

They met on a narrow path.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Zhu Jin cast his gaze over, but without stopping, he walked straight in front of the three of them, blocking their way.

His gaze fell on Zhao Mobai's drunken face, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhu Jin spoke, a slight smile playing on his lips, "What a coincidence."

Zhao Mobai seemed to be stimulated by the familiar voice, and he barely raised his head, trying to focus his eyes.

Upon recognizing Zhu Jin, a look of humiliation and resentment instantly welled up on his face.

"Zhu Jin!"

Zhao Mobai tried to stand up straight, but his body swayed, and Shen Shuang skillfully supported him again.

"Zhu Jin, you tricked me..."

Zhu Jin's smile deepened.

He ignored Zhao Mobai and stared at Shen Shuangmiao.

"In the business world, it's all about winning and losing, it's all about who has the means. Look at Mr. Zhao now..."

Zhu Jin paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Mobai's disheveled clothes again, before uttering three words lightly.

"It looks terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mobai raised his head.

Even though he was extremely drunk, he was completely enraged.

"Zhu Jin!"

Zhao Mobai suddenly struggled to his feet, pushed Fu Xuan away, and was about to smash it at Zhu Jin.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"Zhao Mobai! Calm down!" Fu Xuan hugged him tightly.

Zhu Jin's subordinates immediately stepped forward.

Zhu Jin himself stood still, motionless.

He looked at Zhao Mobai's out-of-control state, his eyes filled with even more mockery, as if he were looking at a clown.

Shen Shuangmiao took a deep breath, never expecting the situation to turn out this way.

Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Jin turned his head to look at her, as if he wanted to see approval for him in her eyes, or at least disgust for Zhao Mobai's ugly behavior.

However, Shen Shuangmiao's face remained icy cold.

The next second, she did something that surprised everyone.

Shen Shuangmiao walked into the private room next door, picked up the mineral water bottle on the table, and came out.

She unscrewed the cap without hesitation, flicking her wrist.

With a splash, the entire bottle of water was mercilessly splashed onto Zhao Mobai's face.