High-end residential area on the outskirts of Rongcheng

The sun was high in the sky, and sunlight streamed into the corner of the living room, dappling the floor through the French windows.

Inside an exquisite bamboo cage by the window, a chubby, green parrot tilts its head and sleeps soundly.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang.

Impatient and anxious, one thing after another!

The man sleeping on the sofa frowned uncomfortably, shifted his muscular body, found a more comfortable sleeping position, and continued to sleep.

The parrot was startled awake, flapping its tender green wings and exclaiming, "Who?! Ah Lang, someone's here!"

The little guy peeked around and, upon seeing the man on the sofa, excitedly tilted his head.

"Ah-Xuan, wake up! Come and scoop my poop! Ah-Xuan! I need you! I need you!"

The man was woken up by the noise, and in a daze, he picked up a cushion and threw it, which landed precisely on the birdcage.

The bird took flight in a panic, flapping its wings and cursing loudly.

"You win! You win! I don't love you anymore! I don't love you anymore! Our friendship is over!"

The doorbell rang anxiously again and again.

The man grabbed a pillow, buried his head in it, and continued sleeping.

At that moment, the high-end wooden door to the master bedroom on the second floor opened gently.

Ning Lang, dressed in light-colored loungewear, lazily walked to the bathroom. Accompanied by the incessant ringing of the doorbell, she slowly and calmly brushed her teeth and washed her face.

Then, she slowly went downstairs.

The parrot saw her and happily pecked at its wings.

"Good morning, Ah Lang!"

Ning Lang smiled and replied, "Good morning, A-Lu."

The man she picked up last night was curled up on the sofa, his head buried in the cushions, not moving at all.

Ning Lang poured a glass of warm water, strolled leisurely to the corner of the living room, glanced at the woman on the surveillance camera who was hysterically pressing the doorbell repeatedly, and then pressed the "open" lock button.

The next moment, the frantic doorbell rang and disappeared.

As they approached, a sharp, hurried sound of high heels rushed around the corridor and quickly entered the living room.

Before she even arrived, a weak voice, trembling with tears, rang out: "Ah-Xuan! Ah-Xuan! Where are you? Come out quickly!"

A slender woman in a snow-white long dress, with flowing hair and tear-streaked face, rushed in on high sandals. As soon as she saw the man on the sofa, she pounced on him.

"Ah-Xuan! Wake up! Ah-Xuan!"

She was beautiful, petite, and delicate, and was known as "Lin Daiyu" in Rongcheng's high society circles.

Lin Hui'er, the illegitimate daughter of the Lin Group, is Sheng Xuan's ideal woman and current girlfriend.

Ning Lang sat down gracefully, slowly sipping her water.

The man had a splitting headache, and amidst the barrage of cries and shouts, he clutched his head in agony.

"Ah Xuan! What's wrong?" the woman exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at Ning Lang, crying bitterly.

"Miss Ning, what have you done to A-Xuan? If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Please don't hurt A-Xuan! I beg you!"

Ah-Lu rolled her eyes and proudly raised her neck.

"What are you crying for? Are you mourning? That's bad luck! Who are you? What nonsense are you spouting! Get lost!"

The woman shrugged and sobbed, feeling wronged.

“Ah Xuan…”

Ning Lang smiled slightly, her voice gentle and soothing.

"Don't be nervous, don't cry, he's just having a hangover."

Then, with her slender fingers, she picked up a small trinket resembling a tea bag from among a dozen or so exquisite wooden boxes under the coffee table, tossed it into another cup, filled it with water, and then slowly shook it.

Lin Hui'er burst into tears, a sight that evoked pity in me, and I shook the man's arm.

"Ah-Xuan, are you alright? I was so worried about you."

Sheng Xuan frowned and looked up, his voice hoarse: "Hui'er, don't cry... I'm fine."

Tears streamed down Lin Hui'er's face as she choked out, "How did you get here? I've been looking for you for days, and I was looking for you all night too. I never imagined you'd be here... Ah Xuan, how could you do this!"

After speaking, the woman burst into tears again, heartbroken.

Sheng Xuan instinctively felt his head hurt even more, with waves of throbbing pain following one after another. The familiar feeling told him that he had drunk too much last night.

My mind is completely blank about how much I drank last night and what happened afterward.

Anyway, he woke up here, so it was obvious that Ning Lang brought him back.

That's true, only she knows about that little bar.