After Zhou Ziyi saw the message from Tang Shirong, he didn't want to go home anymore.
He took the initiative to say that he wanted to go to the second stall, which shocked everyone; and when he saw him playing games and drinking crazily in the KTV box, his classmates at N University were collectively stunned.
——So, Zhou Ziyi was not in high spirits before because he didn’t drink enough in the hotel?
In fact, Zhou Ziyi just had a confused feeling of "waking up from a dream".
He sent a message to Tang Shirong, asking "when", and Tang Shirong replied again, but it was not the answer he wanted.
Tang Shirong said: [I don’t know, I just heard about it. You can ask your old Yan, he will definitely know it first.]
Zhou Ziyi saw it and just found it funny.
"My Old Yan"? Although Zhou Ziyi knew that Tang Shirong was joking, he felt mocking when he saw these words.
He really fell in love with Yan Xiu Ji, and just because Yan Xiu Ji said "I will not cheat on you during marriage", he thought that it would not be a waste if these three years were spent perfectly... then someone came to shatter his fantasy.
——Okay.
Zhou Ziyi thought: I will go home and ask my husband Yan whether he wants me to quit.
Thinking back to the beginning, Zhou Ziyi had said in person, "If you have true love, I can terminate the contract in advance." Thinking about it now, I can keep the promise, but I feel really uncomfortable as if I was slapped in the face.
Zhou Ziyi felt that his life was so damn ironic...
He refilled his glass.
"Wow, Sullivan, you can drink a lot!" An old classmate came over and clung to his shoulder. Perhaps he was thinking of the past, so he bit his tongue and tried to speak English. "What, is our social master finally going to make a comeback? I knew it, you got Sheffield, it looks like you're coming back to play! Doesn't Yan Xiuji think you're watching too closely?"
Someone was singing, the music was very loud, and the old classmate was singing in a high voice. There were several people around, all looking towards them, as if they wanted to hear some gossip.
"It has nothing to do with him." Zhou Ziyi simply spoke to him in English, raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of cynicism, "If you want to come up with it, just come up with it."
"That's right! Who the hell can stop you from thinking it up? Hahaha!" The old classmate clinked glasses with him, "Hey, why don't you go sing a song? I remember that you sing very well."
"What song? There are 365 days in a year. When can't we open our mouths and sing?" Zhou Ziyi stood up, broke away from his old classmate's arms, and then picked up the dice cup and shook it. "Want to play?"
"Let's play!" The other party laughed and picked up the dice cup and started shaking it, calling out to the others, "Come on, come on, let's play together! Sullivan is so good at math, we can always win if we play N against one!"
Zhou Ziyi also laughed: "It's just rolling the dice, there's no math involved..."
…
This sitting lasted until past midnight.
Zhou Ziyi was drunk, and when he went to the toilet, he felt his feet were floating. If someone asked him to walk in a straight line at this moment, he would definitely not be able to walk straight.
He knew that his dosage had reached this point, and if he continued to drink more he would lose consciousness. But he was also very upset and really didn't want to go back to that quiet room, where the noise could help him forget his troubles for a short while.
He just floated back to the box.
As soon as he sat back on the sofa, the group of people he had played with earlier came over - they were also drunk - and asked incoherently: "What's the matter? After this party, do you want to go for a midnight snack?"
As we all know, late night snacks = more drinking.
Zhou Ziyi was no longer willing to do so. He was thinking about whether to call a taxi home, or simply find a small hotel nearby to rent a room and sleep for the night. When he got home tomorrow, Yan Xiuji would not be there, and he would not have to meet him if he worked overtime at night. That would mean he would not see him for more than 24 hours.
When I see him the day after tomorrow morning, I should be able to face it calmly.
What white moonlight, what divorce, just do whatever you want...
Zhou Ziyi lowered his eyes and sighed, then casually took out his cell phone. He didn't know what to look at, but just clicked on it with a confused mind.
Then, he saw a message from Yan Xiuzhi.
【Are you going home at night? 】
This message was sent not long ago, maybe Yan Xiuji asked casually before going to bed. But the moment Zhou Ziyi saw the message, his brain, which was affected by alcohol, felt a dull pain, and the irritability in his heart could not be suppressed.
He moved his fingers and replied without thinking: [I have to go back. You said you could pick me up before, does that still count? ]
Yan Xiuji quickly replied: [Now? ]
Zhou Ziyi answered randomly: [Yes. And these people kept mentioning you tonight, you should find a nicer car, otherwise I will be so embarrassed TUT! ]
If Zhou Ziyi still had a bit of rationality left, he would not have sent a message to Yan Xiuzhi like this.
But the messages Tang Shirong sent burned his heart all night, and coupled with the excellent effect of getting drunk, Zhou Ziyi could no longer control his behavior.
I don’t know if Yan Xiuji guessed this situation, but his reply was: [Send me the address.]
Yan Xiuzhi's words meant that he would send a car over.
Zhou Ziyi smiled, finally feeling that something good had happened today. Regardless of whether his white moonlight came back or not, at least now, he could still use the power of the tiger to bully others.
He forwarded the package ordering information he had sent in the group chat directly to Yan Xiuji, then put away his phone and finally replied to the person next to him: "I'm not going. I'll leave when the car arrives."
Someone nearby asked, "Did Mr. Yan ask someone to pick you up?"
"Ah, urge me to go back." Zhou Ziyi threw out this sentence, and then felt guilty, thinking that he was really not cut out to be a bad guy.
Others didn't doubt it. They didn't know that Yan Xiuji actually lived a low-key life. They all thought that this big CEO had a butler, driver, and housekeeper at home, so it was no big deal for him to pick someone up late at night. After all, Yan Wenwu was like this back then. If you didn't know, you would think he was from a wealthy family for generations.
Zhou Ziyi stopped talking and decided to go home. He became quiet. He stopped playing games and drinking, but drank a glass of sparkling water. Then he leaned on the sofa and watched people singing, occasionally shaking the tambourine, and became a soulless cheering group.
As he sat there, the power of alcohol gradually overcame the ghostly howling in the speakers, and Zhou Ziyi's eyelids began to fail to hold up...
Just then, the door of the box opened.
The person who opened the door was a KTV waiter. As soon as he made way for him, the man behind him walked into the box.
The person who was singing took a casual look and was instantly shocked: "Yan Xiuji?!"
He shouted through the microphone, and the people who had not noticed the door looked over immediately. When they confirmed that it was indeed Yan Xiuji in the dim light, they all looked at Zhou Ziyi who was sitting on the sofa.
——How happy must it be to have Yan Xiuji come to pick me up in person in the middle of the night?!
In fact, Zhou Ziyi was more surprised than them.
When Zhou Ziyi found out that the person who came was Yan Xiuji himself, his eyes, which had been drooping, suddenly widened. If his inner voice could be broadcast, it would definitely be louder than anyone else's "Fuck!!!"
——Yan Xiuji came in person? !
——Come pick me up in person???
Zhou Ziyi felt that his mind was in a mess, and he even began to wonder if he was dreaming. Originally, Yan Xiuji agreed to pick him up, and Zhou Ziyi thought he was just calling a car, which would make Yan Xiuji very embarrassed. Now Yan Xiuji himself appeared here, and Zhou Ziyi felt that this was simply a fantasy.
Yan Xiuzhi also found Zhou Ziyi among a group of crooked people.
He approached Zhou Ziyi and saw him staring at him infatuatedly, from looking straight at him to looking up at him. His expression seemed full of doubts. The young man didn't say a word until Yan Xiuji stopped in front of him.
Zhou Ziyi looked at him and blinked.
For some reason, this drunk guy actually looked a little cute. Yan Xiuzhi thought it must be because of the lighting.
He lowered his eyes to look at Zhou Ziyi, and suddenly felt very glad that he had come in person.
——It seems that he drank too much.
——He is so confused, how can others take him away?
——If he falls, can anyone catch him?
While thinking, President Yan stretched out his hand to Zhou Ziyi: "Shall we go?"
"Let's go." Zhou Ziyi smiled at him, grabbed his hand and stood up. He staggered a bit when he first stood up, and Yan Xiuji subconsciously supported him: "Can you still walk?"
"...Yes." Zhou Ziyi wanted to say no, but asking Yan Xiuzhi to carry someone on his back in public would be too much of an insult to the big CEO.
At this moment, Zhou Ziyi felt that it was enough.
He waved to the others, said "let's go", and left the box with Yan Xiuzhi.
The students of N University just watched the couple walk away hand in hand. Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally sighed that things in the world are impermanent.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this thing called love..."
***
When Zhou Ziyi was about to get in the car, he discovered something even more shocking than seeing Yan Xiuzhi himself in the box.
"Brother, you drove here yourself...?!"
The young man was a little surprised when he saw Yan Xiuji walking towards the driver's seat, but he still subconsciously closed the back door and staggered onto the passenger seat: "I thought you brought a driver..."
Yan Xiuji glanced at him and said, "The driver has already gone home. He will go get the car first and then come to pick you up. How long do you want to wait?"
"Uh... sorry." Zhou Ziyi sat in the passenger seat and wiped his face, "I..."
Yan Xiuji didn't want to hear his apology, so he interrupted him: "Fasten your seat belt first."
Zhou Ziyi pulled down his seat belt obediently, but because he was a little drowsy, he took a long time to buckle it. Yan Xiuji sighed silently and leaned over to help him buckle it.
The vehicle starts.
It was late at night, and the road was clear with few cars on it. Yan Xiuji's car was quiet, with no music playing.
But even in such a quiet environment, Zhou Ziyi, who had just been drowsy in the KTV, was surprisingly wide awake.
He couldn't help but be sober. But a half-joking message made Yan Xiuji come in person and drive himself. Zhou Ziyi felt that the irritation that had arisen because of "Bai Yueguang" before had all turned into another mood.
It was like a sparrow jumping and a deer bumping into each other, making his head buzz. He couldn't stop wanting to say something, but he had to use up the last bit of his rationality to hold it back.
After his mind was spinning with thoughts for a long time, Zhou Ziyi finally managed to utter something.
"I really didn't expect to trouble you so much... If you had told me earlier, I could have taken a taxi home by myself."
Yan Xiuji didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "And let you be laughed at by others?"
"..." Zhou Ziyi knew he said that on purpose, but he was still shocked and felt numb inside. He sighed softly, "I was really confused and said those nonsense. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." Yan Xiuji said, "I'm here, it's nothing."
Zhou Ziyi looked out the window and said half-truthfully, "I'm afraid you'll be unhappy."
Yan Xiuji replied without hesitation: "No."
Zhou Ziyi turned his head and looked at him.
Yan Xiu Ji thought he had something to say, but he remained silent for a long time, not saying a word, just staring at Yan Xiu Ji.
Yan Xiuzhi glanced at him when the light was red, and when their eyes met, he was dazed by his indescribable look.
"You can close your eyes and take a rest." Yan Xiuji stretched out his hand and covered his eyes. "You are drunk. I will call you when we get home."
The man felt Zhou Ziyi's eyelashes brushing against his palm as he blinked.
Gently, like a feather brushing across his heart.
Zhou Ziyi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Yan Xiuzhi didn't know that he hadn't slept all the way.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
