In a mid-range restaurant, all the employees of Moon Room Studio gathered together, along with Zhong Rou. The latter was leaning over the table, watching her older sister drink, one glass after another. Under the influence of alcohol, her pretty face flushed, her cheeks turned pink, and she became much more cheerful.
"Brother-in-law."
"what?"
"If you don't keep an eye on my sister, she'll get drunk if she drinks any more."
"I can't control that at all." Chu Fang said dismissively, "A drunken stupor can cure a thousand sorrows... ...well, that doesn't seem right for your sister, but that's the gist of it."
Chu Fang could sense that Zhong Tingyue had been suppressing a feeling of anger in her heart, like a heavy stone hanging over her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. But today, that stone quietly fell to the ground, and she felt much more at ease.
He knew the reason more or less, and wanted to help his girlfriend, but didn't know how. He was especially happy that Zhong Tingyue got out of trouble on her own.
If he hadn't had to drive, he would have liked to have a few drinks.
"You keep spoiling my sister like this, one day she'll bully you." Zhong Rou rolled her eyes.
"It's okay, your sister bullies you too."
“... ..."
As night deepened, Zhong Tingyue, as expected, was drunk. Lying in Chu Fang's arms, her clear eyes were slightly hazy as she stared at Chu Fang, smiling dreamily, "Chu Fang, you're so handsome!"
Pfft!
The colleague next to him couldn't help but laugh.
Zhong Tingyue has always been perceived as cold and aloof. Despite her gentle demeanor, she possesses an icy aura that instills fear in her subordinates.
But at this moment, Zhong Tingyue's appearance and words broke through everyone's stereotypes. Lying in Chu Fang's arms, she looked like a well-behaved little woman, and even had a lovesick look on her face.
Seeing this, Chu Fang had no choice but to leave the hotel with Zhong Tingyue to avoid further embarrassment and to preserve 'President Zhong's' last bit of dignity.
So that I won't have the face to face my elders in Jiangdong later.
"Hahaha... ..."
"I never thought this day would come; it's such a rare occasion."
"Sister Zhong is such a fangirl."
"No, I'm just a fangirl."
“... ..."
The studio staff, all smiles, drank a few glasses of wine and then parted ways.
Jiang Wenzhen and Cai Guan walked out of the restaurant and looked at the night sky, where the blue waves rippled. Jiang Wenzhen stretched and said in a good mood, "We've been drinking today, so we won't exercise."
Upon hearing this, the chubby boy was overjoyed, but then he heard the next sentence: "You run back."
Cai Guan's face immediately fell.
I'm very disappointed.
Helpless, he could only run slowly, and Jiang Wenzhen accompanied him. The two walked side by side, and the lamplight stretched their shadows long.
After jogging for about half an hour, I returned to Cai Guan's house, an old and dilapidated place inhabited mainly by locals from Shanghai.
"Go home," Jiang Wenzhen waved her hand.
"Sister Jiang, do you want me to call you a taxi?" the chubby boy asked breathlessly.
"Look at you, you're exhausted after just a few steps. You're not like a man at all." Jiang Wenzhen turned around, then ran away, her figure disappearing into the darkness.
As Cai Guan watched the figure disappear, he said softly, "I don't want to exercise."
He immediately turned around and went home, greeting many of his neighbors as he walked.
The father was reading a book, while the mother craned her neck and asked, "Guanguan, why are you so late coming home today? Why are you all sweaty? Who was that girl who came home with you? Is she your girlfriend? Don't hide it from your mother, I unconditionally support your choice..."
The chubby boy answered each question, and when he heard that they were colleagues, a hint of regret appeared on his mother's face.
The dream of becoming a future daughter-in-law has been dashed.
Cai Guan's mother glared at her husband: "All you do is read books all day long, and you don't care about our son. He's already working, but he hasn't even dated yet. What will he do in the future?"
“My son has his own ideas,” Cai Guan’s father said calmly.
"How about we let our son quit his job and find him another one so he can meet more girls? What do you think?"
“It’s not good,” Cai Guan’s father said. “My son likes design and he likes that studio. Changing his work environment will only make him unhappy.”
"You think you know everything?" Cai Guan's mother glanced at her husband sideways.
... ...
"Sister, older sister, dear sister, don't move."
"Keep your voice down, or people will laugh at you."
“... ..."
Chu Fang glanced at Zhong Tingyue, who was lying in the back seat, tossing and turning, and occasionally talking nonsense. He could only say that it was fortunate.
Fortunately, he left early; otherwise, if his subordinates had seen the cold and aloof CEO Zhong acting drunk and disorderly, their worldviews would have collapsed.
Alcohol is indeed a wonderful thing; it can change a person's inherent personality.
"Don't call me 'sister'," Zhong Tingyue said, still half asleep.
"Then what should I call you?"
"pretty girl!"
“... ..."
Why are you suddenly becoming so vain?
It was already past midnight when I returned to the Tanhua residential area.
Chu Fang carried his girlfriend home in a princess carry and placed her on the sofa. He then turned to Zhong Rou and said, "Take care of your sister. I'm going to make some hangover soup."
Once in the kitchen, he cut the lemon in half, squeezed out the juice, then added warm water and honey, stirring well. Honey helps accelerate alcohol metabolism, while the sourness of the lemon can refresh the mind and relieve post-drinking discomfort, making it an excellent hangover remedy.
Chu Fang came out with a bowl of honey lemon water and said to Zhong Rou, "Go to sleep. You have class tomorrow. I'll take care of your sister."
"Oh." Zhong Rou nodded and went into the room. She poked her head out and said with a grin, "Brother-in-law, my sister is drunk. I hope you have a good dream."
“... ..."
What kind of sister-in-law is this? Is that how you see me?
Chu Fang helped Zhong Tingyue up, leaned him against his chest, and poured honey lemon water into Zhong Tingyue's mouth. The latter drank the water slowly, with one eye open and the other closed, which was quite amusing.
After drinking it, Zhong Tingyue seemed to become a little more lucid. Chu Fang patted her smooth and delicate face: "Are you feeling better?"
"No." Zhong Tingyue shook her head, and once she started shaking it, she couldn't stop, as if she had taken an ecstasy pill, and her delicate body swayed along with her head.
You're getting really hyped up?!
Chu Fang was convinced and straightened her head: "Don't move."
"I want to move."
Why are you so stubborn?
"What's it to you?"
"Fine, I'll let you off the hook since you're drunk. I'm not going to bother with you."
Why don't you care? You don't like me anymore, do you?
“... ..."
I don't care, I just don't like you. Your logic is too meticulous. How did you deduce that?
Upon seeing Chu Fang remain silent, Zhong Tingyue opened one of her closed eyes, her gaze gleaming as if she were admiring a rare treasure.
"Chu Fang."
"Call me father."
Do you love me?
Why do you ask that?
"I'm going to ask."
"Oh, then I won't answer."
"You don't love me anymore."
"I love you for eight generations of your ancestors."
Just then, Zhong Rou's voice reached Chu Fang's ears: "Brother-in-law, that's not good."
"Go to sleep."
You two sisters are so annoying.
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