In fact, Cen Yu never intended to get drunk.

He only wanted to pretend, but he never expected that the Cen Yu he remembered, this street hustler and working-class king, actually couldn't drink at all!

The moment he drank the third cup, his consciousness began to drift. Although he was still somewhat conscious and not talking nonsense, he did feel lightheaded and weak.

The thought of having to follow the plot made him collapse onto the table.

Lou Baichuan instinctively wanted to help Cen Yu, but Gao Lanyuan beat him to it.

"Brother Cen is drunk already?" Gao Lanyuan bent down and spoke almost into Cen Yu's ear.

Lou Baichuan felt a bit stingy, but then thought his current mood was ridiculous, so he turned his gaze away. Other colleagues also gathered around, seemingly surprised that Cen Yu's alcohol tolerance was so poor.

“…How about we send Cen Yu back first?” suggested one of the colleagues who wore glasses.

Lou Baichuan was about to suggest that he sit there for a while to sober up when Gao Lanyuan volunteered, "Then I'll take Brother Cen back."

Lou Baichuan turned his head and asked, "You're not driving, it seems a bit inconvenient."

"It's alright." Gao Lanyuan held up her phone. "I can take a taxi."

"Never mind." Lou Baichuan hadn't even taken off his suit jacket yet. He stood up and looked at Cen Yu, who was slumped on the table. "I'll take him home first. You guys eat first."

Seeing this, Gao Lanyuan also stood up. "It's not convenient for you to do it alone. I'll go and help you out, Brother Chuan."

Lou Baichuan's face didn't show much expression. He exchanged a glance with the smiling Gao Lanyuan and said, "Okay." After saying that, he looked at the bewildered onlookers in the private room and said, "We'll take Xiao Cen back first. You guys eat first, and you can pay the bill with this card later."

As he spoke, he handed the card to the team leader of the department he knew.

Lou Baichuan glanced at Cen Yu, who had already been helped up by Gao Lanyuan—

Let's go.

...

Cen Yu was still conscious at this moment.

When he first heard Gao Lanyuan about to speak about herself, he instinctively wanted to stop her, but unexpectedly Lou Baichuan arrived in an instant.

Is this the power of a master plotteller?!

To appease the drunkard, Gao Lanyuan didn't sit in the passenger seat this time, but instead sat in the back. He supported Cen Yu, whose face was flushed red—perhaps due to the alcohol, Cen Yu's complexion was no longer the pale white it had been before.

The smell of alcohol was very faint, only occasionally emanating from her breath, which Gao Lanyuan didn't find offensive.

His gaze lingered on Cen Yu's face for a few seconds, then he smiled and reached out, "Brother Cen, you can't drink, why did you drink so much?" He reached out and his thumb gently touched the beauty mark under Cen Yu's eye—

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Lou Baichuan's voice came from the driver's seat.

Gao Lanyuan let Cen Yu's head rest on his shoulder. He looked at Lou Baichuan, who was fastening his seatbelt in front of him, through the rearview mirror, as if the other party had just subconsciously reminded him.

He chuckled inwardly, then reached out and almost hugged Cen Yu... He pulled the seatbelt from the other side, his movements were large, as if he was mindful of the drunkard, with one hand around the other's shoulder and his right hand pulling the seatbelt above Cen Yu's left shoulder.

From Lou Baichuan's perspective, it looked as if this person was embracing Cen Yu, turning around and kissing her.

It's an eyesore.

Fortunately, Gao Lanyuan didn't do anything. After buckling Cen Yu's seatbelt, she buckled her own as well.

He glanced at Lou Baichuan, who was staring back at him in the rearview mirror—

"We can go now, Brother Chuan."

"Where does he live?" Lou Baichuan asked, gripping the steering wheel.

“Oh right, Brother Cen, where do you live?” Gao Lanyuan looked down at Cen Yu, who was already unconscious.

Cen Yu slapped Gao Lanyuan's hand off his shoulder. "It's hot," he said impatiently, then, as if he had caught the key word, he quickly recited the name of a neighborhood and the address.

Then he leaned back in the back seat.

Gao Lanyuan wasn't angry when he slapped her hand away; she just looked a little aggrieved and brought her hand to Cen Yu's face.

"My hands are all red from slapping. Cen Ge is so fierce when he's drunk."

"..." Don't pretend.

Although Cen Yu was drunk, he was only 60% drunk.

He only pretended to be drunk and unconscious so that Lou Baichuan would take him home and allow him to complete his plan.

After hearing the address he gave, Lou Baichuan started navigating... It wasn't too far from their current location; they would be home in about 40 minutes.

Cen Yu placed his hand on his thigh, pondering whether or not he should inform Yu Xinyu...

After all, in the original story, he only got drunk when he was almost finished eating. Now he got drunk two hours earlier. What if Yu Xinyu isn't home?!

Who will perform on the stage he built?

Thinking of this, Cen Yu fumbled for his phone—his action was naturally noticed by Gao Lanyuan sitting next to him.

He immediately grabbed Cen Yu's hand, "Don't move around, be good, we're in the car, we'll be home soon."

"..." Annoying.

Cen Yu shook off Gao Lanyuan's hand. "I need to make a phone call," he said matter-of-factly.

Then he took out his phone from his pants pocket and immediately dialed Yu Xinyu's number—

In less than two seconds, the call was connected, and Yu Xinyu's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey~ honey, what's wrong~"

“…I’m coming back,” Cen Yu muttered. “Don’t forget to do the laundry.”

His words were incoherent, and coupled with the barely concealed drunkenness in Cen Yu's tone, Yu Xinyu on the other end of the phone immediately knew that Cen Yu was drunk.

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