Qiao Yiyang ultimately didn't make that call. She simply asked the business team to take good care of Anna before returning to her room.

The next day, Song Xingyao woke up with a splitting headache. The unfamiliar surroundings made her unconsciously wary, but seeing Qiao Yiming sleeping soundly beside her made her feel a little more at ease.

This is?

She remembered drinking with Qiao Yiming at Huangting Yelan yesterday, and then she seemed to have even hit two men who were harassing her...

She couldn't remember what happened after that.

She reached out and nudged Qiao Yiming, but she just turned over and went back to sleep.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Song Xingyao opened it and found a middle-aged woman standing there with a polite and respectful smile.

She was carrying two paper bags. "Miss Song, these are clothes that the master asked me to prepare for you and Miss Qiao. Please wash up first. The master is already downstairs."

"here it is?"

"This is Mr. Qiao's residence. You and Miss Qiao were drunk yesterday, and Mr. Qiao brought you back together."

Song Xingyao took the things from her hands, closed the door, and felt much more at ease knowing it was Qiao Yiyang's place. No wonder Qiao Yiming was sleeping like that.

When she finished washing up, Qiao Yiming also woke up, his eyes still a little dazed...

"Oh dear...where am I? This looks like..." Suddenly, as if remembering something, her eyes widened. "Isn't this my brother's villa? How did I end up here?! Oh no!!!"

Drinking really leads to trouble! She slapped her forehead hard.

Just then, Song Xingyao had washed away the smell of alcohol. "You're awake? Go wash up, your brother is already downstairs."

...muttering reluctantly, "What time is it? Why aren't we at work yet..."

Feeling bad about keeping Qiao Yiyang waiting too long, Song Xingyao dried her hair and went downstairs first.

Seeing Qiao Yiyang sitting at the dining table, looking like a refined and elegant young gentleman, slowly chewing his Chinese breakfast, it was as if he had deliberately slowed down to wait for them.

Song Xingyao thanked her, "Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Qiao Yiyang nodded, seemingly unconcerned, but Song Xingyao felt a little uncomfortable, since she was the one who had brought the girl's sister for drinks.

"I invited Yiming out for drinks yesterday, so I hope it didn't have a bad influence on her?"

Qiao Yiyang picked up her teacup and moistened her throat.

"She drank too much and didn't know her limits; it has nothing to do with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yiming slipped on the stairs.

"Brother, you don't understand, this is sisterly affection between us..." The voice carried throughout the restaurant at a moderate volume.

Little did she know that Qiao Yiyang had no intention of paying attention to her at all, until she obediently sat down at the dining table.

He pressed the control button, and the large screen across the restaurant projected the video of his drunken outburst the previous day—this familiar method…

Qiao Yiming was exasperated. "Brother, can you please stop making sure the first thing you do every time you pick up your drunk sister from school is record a video? You've recorded enough videos to fill a whole hard drive..."

After saying that, she guiltily stuffed a small piece of the cut cake into her mouth.

Qiao Yiyang looked up and said, "You know that these videos are enough to fill a hard drive? I think these photos should be collected, edited into a compilation, and then played on a rotating basis on the set where you're filming."

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, and Qiao Yiming, feeling guilty, didn't dare to argue back. Song Xingyao, being an outsider, was even less likely to interrupt when someone was disciplining their sister.

The atmosphere inside the room became strange.

Qiao Yiming, perhaps still under the influence of alcohol, spoke boldly, "It's like I'm committing a crime by drinking..." But when he met Qiao Yiyang's gaze, his voice trailed off.

"Ten Days" is about to air soon, and Anna is entertaining clients every day with the business team to make sure you're on schedule. If you have any public relations crisis, all these people working for you behind the scenes will lose their jobs. Qiao Yiming, how old are you? You should know your place. You always act crazy when you're drunk. You even swore to us that you're all grown up, but with your drinking behavior, we'll never be able to stop cleaning up your messes."

Qiao Yiming knew that she was in the wrong, but she was still unhappy to be told that. She pouted but did not refute.

Seeing her reaction, I knew she had taken it to heart, and my tone softened a bit.

“I didn’t tell my parents about yesterday’s events. I just said you were with me. As for the video, we’ll see. If ‘Ten Days’ reaches the top of prime time, I’ll consider deleting a few segments to save memory.”

After saying that, he got up and left the dining table.

Qiao Yiming smashed the pudding in his bowl to pieces, glaring fiercely at Qiao Yiyang's retreating figure. Only after the person had gone some distance did he breathe a sigh of relief and mutter, "Old fogey, still talking about reaching the top, I bet he just doesn't want to delete it..."

Song Xingyao wiped her mouth. "Your brother is just concerned about you. He's just being stubborn, and his words aren't very pleasant. Look at all this food on the table. Do you think the pudding in your hand fell from the sky? Or did he have someone specially prepare it for you because he knows you don't like Chinese breakfast and prefer sweet things in the morning?"

She glanced down at it, still feeling unsatisfied, and poked it twice more with the spoon.

"Hmph! So what?! He's just used to being a parent! I think I was right yesterday, we should find a woman to keep him in check!" Recalling what happened last night, Qiao Yiming said, "Sister Yao Yao, did you and Brother Fu have a fight? Yesterday was the first time I heard you swear."

"And you didn't go home with Brother Fu yesterday..."

Song Xingyao's expression froze for a moment. "Is Fu Siming also at the Imperial Night Palace?"

"You don't know?! My God, I almost smashed a bottle over his head..."

Qiao Yiming and Song Xingyao are completely different people when they're drunk. Although Qiao Yiming always has her good brother to help her remember, she actually remembers what she did without his help. But Song Xingyao is different; when she's drunk, she hardly remembers anything that happened.

To be honest, Qiao Yiming's situation is more painful. After all, knowing full well how shameful he is is worse than just knocking himself unconscious...

Song Xingyao remained silent for a while. She hadn't expected that after making such a bold statement in the afternoon and leaving Haiyan, she would get drunk and be run into by Fu Siming. It was truly embarrassing.

At this moment, she had no idea that she had uttered a few more harsh words while intoxicated, and had even slapped the man across the face. She felt it was too shameful.

She silently decided to quit drinking.

She raised her hand and patted Qiao Yiming's shoulder. "It's nothing, but I think your brother is right. Whether you're an adult or not, you should drink less alcohol. It's not a good thing."

Qiao Yiming was baffled and stared at her in disbelief.

After she finished eating, she found that only her older brother was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, and asked, "Where's Sister Yao Yao?"

Qiao Yiyang didn't even look up: "I just answered a phone call and left."

"Brother..." Qiao Yiming gave a fawning smile, "Would you really give me the video if 'Ten Days' topped the charts?"

At the other end of the sofa, Qiao Yiyang hummed in response, without even blinking.

"It's a deal. I'm leaving now. Remember what you said."