A gentle evening breeze stirred the effects of the alcohol.
Shang Wu's steps became even more unsteady.
She carried her bag, walking slowly forward, head down, fumbling for the keys in her bag, wanting only to quickly return to that little space where she could hide.
However, just as she was about to reach the door, she suddenly stopped.
Under the moonlight and streetlights, a tall figure stood in front of the studio.
The man, dressed in a black suit, stood in the shadows, almost blending into the night, exuding a cold and oppressive aura.
His face was obscured by shadows and could not be clearly seen.
Shang Wu felt as if struck by lightning, his blood almost freezing in his veins.
Her drunkenness dissipated somewhat from the shock.
Lu Rang.
How did he end up here?
Shangwu quickened its pace.
Lu Rang stood still, watching her stagger and unsteady her steps as she approached.
The strong smell of alcohol drifted in on the night breeze, mixed with a faint scent of roses emanating from her.
Lu Rang's eyes darkened almost immediately.
She was so drunk.
And it was just one person.
What about Chen Chunzhi? Did they just let her come back drunk and all by herself?
An unnamed fire ignited.
Lu Rang was already in a bad mood because he saw Shang Wu and Chen Chunzhi together.
Seeing her drunken state now, I felt an urge to immediately pull her over and ask her what had happened.
He suppressed the surging gloom in his heart and strode out of the shadows.
Shang Wu's eyes were misty. Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and then she suddenly laughed.
Her cheeks were flushed, with a drunken, dazed look and an unusual excitement.
This is completely different from her usual aloofness or feigned strength.
Lu Rang frowned slightly and stood a meter away from Shang Wu.
"why are you laughing."
Shang Wu didn't answer, but staggered forward a step, almost crashing into his arms.
She tilted her head back, extended her slender fingertips, and pointed vaguely at his face, her voice indistinct.
"you……"
Lu Rang froze, staring intently at her: "What?"
Shang Wu's voice was thick with a nasal tone: "Huh? You, you look just like the person I like..."
Lu Rang's movement to grab her froze in mid-air.
Shang Wu seemed oblivious to his increasingly dangerous gaze, continuing to laugh to herself and even boldly moving closer.
Her breath reeked of alcohol: "Handsome, are you alone? Want to come inside with me? I'll let you stay the night."
Shang Wu's tone was as if she were coaxing a stray cat, and she even tried to tug at his sleeve.
"Shang, Wu".
Lu Rang brushed her hand away, his voice icy with a hint of humiliation.
"Look carefully, you really don't know who I am?"
She actually extended such an invitation to a complete stranger?
How many men has she done this with during this period of time?
Shang Wu strained to open her eyes wide, scrutinizing Lu Rang's extremely gloomy face.
After looking at it for several seconds, she suddenly realized and nodded emphatically.
"I see."
Shang Wu's tone became aggrieved, tinged with a hint of loneliness.
"You are Lu Rang."
The moment she uttered that name, large tears fell without warning.
Lu Rang was taken aback, then pinched her chin, his tone softening slightly: "So, you're inviting me, inviting Lu Rang to spend the night?"
Their eyes met.
He had a faint hope.
Shang Wu suddenly covered her mouth, her expression changed, she quickly pushed him away, staggered to the nearby trash can, bent over and vomited violently.
Lu Rang wanted to step forward to support her, but stopped abruptly halfway through his outstretched hand.
He watched her painful vomiting in the moonlight and suddenly felt that the scene was familiar.
The blurry, fragmented images suddenly struck his mind.
It seems like a similar scene happened a long time ago.
She was also drunk, and he was holding her chin, asking her if she knew who he was.
In the end, it seems he didn't just stand there and watch coldly.
What is it?
Lu Rang frowned, trying hard to think, but suddenly his head started to ache.
The blurry image vanished instantly, leaving only a chaotic blank space and the drunken woman before him.
Just then, a soft creaking sound was heard.
The studio door was opened from the inside.
Ah Ying peeked out.
"President Shang? Is that you back? I think I heard a voice..."
Her words trailed off as her gaze fell in astonishment on the cold, aloof figure of the man standing at the doorway.
Lu Rang suddenly woke up.
All the chaotic thoughts suddenly ceased.
He glanced at Shang Wu, who was vomiting uncontrollably, and walked out of the alley without looking back.
The Lexus sped away and disappeared into the thick of the night.
Ah Ying was still in a daze.
She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but his silhouette and aura... were so similar!
Without thinking twice, Aying rushed over to help the exhausted Shangwu up.
"Mr. Shang, how are you? Why did you drink so much?"
Shang Wu leaned against her, her face pale and tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.
Her consciousness was fading, and she murmured unconsciously, "Lu Rang..."
Aying struggled to support her, looking in the direction the car had disappeared, her heart filled with lingering fear and confusion.
Lu Rang? That's impossible.
How did he end up here?
Aying kicked open the studio door and led her to the rest area on the second floor.
Shang Wu was completely drunk and let A Ying help her take a bath. In the end, she fell into a deep sleep in the bathtub.
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