"Trying to drug me? You'll be dead when you're in your coffin!" Lin Yang watched Tang Guoqing's farce from the doorway before finally leaving.

Tang Guoqing is an investor, so she naturally can't afford to offend him. Otherwise, what if he makes things difficult for her with just a few words?

From the first moment he saw her, he harbored ulterior motives, and he suspected that he wanted to trick her into bed.

If she can't be offended, can't she at least avoid him?

Since he wants her to drink with him, then she can just wait to get drunk!

Let's see if he still has time to do those underhanded things to her.

In his original world, Lin Yang avoided the unspoken rules of drinking parties time and time again thanks to his incredible alcohol tolerance, which made him impossible to drink.

Never miscalculated!

It's so hot! Ugh!

He downed so many glasses of wine in one go.

Although she was perfectly clear-headed, the alcohol inevitably brought waves of hot sweat, and her whole body felt like a furnace.

Long sleeves and trousers made her sweat even more, and Lin Yang couldn't stand the heat any longer. She rolled up half of her sleeves, revealing a large area of ​​swollen bumps that hadn't completely subsided.

"Sister Lin, are you alright?" Duan Tiantian helped her up from the side.

Lin Yang didn't know if Duan Tiantian was asking about the bag on her arm or her slightly dizzy state, but she just answered that it was nothing.

"N-nothing!" she said, her voice slurred.

What the hell? I can't even speak straight?

Did I catch it from that lecherous old man Tang Guoqing? I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! How could I possibly have a lisp!

She's perfectly lucid; she'll show you a couple of steps if you don't believe me!

Huh? Why are the lights in this corridor swaying? How did one light suddenly become two?

Lin Yang refused to believe it and pushed away Duan Tiantian, who was helping her up. She insisted on taking a few steps herself to prove that she was really alright.

But who knew that she would go further and further astray, taking a diagonal route instead of the straight path she was supposed to take.

His back was unsteady, and he stubbornly waved his hand, refusing to let Duan Tiantian come forward to help.

I almost tripped over myself several times, and it took me ten minutes to walk a two-minute walk.

Duan Tiantian followed behind, her mouth never stopping, "Sister Lin, be careful, slow down! That's a wall! A wall! Not a door!"

Duan Tiantian was very worried about Lin Yang's condition. She reached out her hand, but Lin Yang blocked it back. She could only watch with a heavy heart.

By the way, what kind of wine did President Tang pour for Sister Lin's last glass?

Ouch! She didn't even see it clearly before the glass of wine went down Lin Yang's throat.

"Sister Lin! Wait for me! Hey, don't stop me! There's someone in that car!" As soon as they left the Huayi Hotel, Duan Tiantian hadn't figured out what the drink was when she saw Lin Yang staggering as she tried to stop the car. Startled, she hurriedly stepped forward.

Her voice is definitely going to be ruined today. She usually speaks softly, but now that Sister Lin is like this, she'll have to shout every word!

Ugh, my throat is so tired.

"Sister Lin! Slow down!"

...

During the filming of this segment at the East China Grand Hotel, their crew booked floors 8-13.

The main actors all live on the 13th floor, one room per person.

Duan Tiantian lived on the 8th floor and should have only felt at ease after escorting Lin Yang into her room.

Unfortunately, on the way there, Lin Yang couldn't hold it in and vomited all over her.

"I'm fine, I'm sober now after throwing up. But you, you should go back and wash up." Lin Yang entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 13th floor, and leaned against the cold elevator wall to cool off.

"Make sure to message me when you arrive, Sister Lin." Duan Tiantian stood outside the elevator, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Yes, yes, let's go back to our room."

The elevator doors closed, and Lin Yang's face disappeared from Duan Tiantian's sight.

Only after watching the numerical indicator gradually rise did Duan Tiantian feel relieved enough to leave.

...

At the door of room 1302, Lin Yang was quietly rummaging through her handbag.

Cell phone, lipstick, mirror, powder compact...

Everything was there, except for the room key.

"Where did it go?" Lin Yang murmured, still unwilling to give up, and rummaged through the bag again.

I searched and searched, but there was nothing there.

Lin Yang was exhausted from standing; all her strength had been drained by the effects of the alcohol.

She leaned against the door, trying to recall where she might have forgotten her room key.

The more I think about it, the more my head aches.

Lin Yang gently tapped her temples, trying to relieve her headache.

Forget it, I'll just go down to the front desk and get a spare room key.

Lin Yang loosened her clenched fist, leaned against the wall, and prepared to walk towards the elevator door.

"Ding—" Before I could even take a step, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Lin Yang's vision was severely blurred due to the alcohol.

But when the elevator door opened halfway, I saw the person standing inside, only half of their face was visible.

The string in my mind tightened instantly, and I dared not look away any longer. I could see that face more clearly than I could have imagined.

"Miss Lin, you're leaving in such a hurry." The words were laced with a lewd laugh, giving Lin Yang goosebumps.

Who else could the person in the elevator be but Tang Guoqing, the one she got drunk and accidentally pinched Zheng Linzhou's butt?

Damn, I shouldn't have gone to watch the commotion. If I had come back earlier, I wouldn't have run into that old geezer outside.

Lin Yang felt a pang of regret in her heart and subtly increased the pressure on her feet.

"Mr. Tang... Mr. Tang." Lin Yang swallowed hard, trying her best to appear calm.

“Miss Lin, no, that’s too formal. Shall I call you Lin Yang?” Tang Guoqing stepped out of the elevator.

With each step Lin Yang took, the taut string stretched even tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Mr. Tang, it's my honor to address you however you like." Lin Yang forced a smile and unconsciously took a few steps back.

He slammed his back against the wall and realized he had retreated to the bottom with nowhere to go.

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