Around 10 p.m., Xia Xiaobing was already quite drunk, while Lu Zhe was only slightly better.
The four bottles of beer that were added later were almost empty as well.
Xia Xiaobing suddenly shouted, "Waiter, the bill!"
The waiter came over, pointed to the table and said, "Hello, please scan the code to pay."
Xia Xiaobing took out her phone to scan the QR code, but after several attempts, the camera couldn't stay still on the QR code.
Seeing this, Lu Zhe could only grab her wrist to steady her and get her phone to scan the code.
Then Xia Xiaobing pressed her fingerprint, and the payment was successful.
"The payment has already been made. Please... uh, be careful when you leave." The waiter was also a little confused by her drunken state and could only say this.
So Lu Zhe helped his boss up and carried her outside.
Stepping out of the hot pot restaurant, the air felt much fresher. A night breeze seemed to soothe the drunkenness in Lu Zhe's head a little. But he soon realized that President Xia, leaning against him, showed no signs of improvement.
He had only walked a few dozen meters, and hadn't even reached the entrance of the residential area, when Lu Zhe was already feeling the strain.
He found that helping a drunk person walk was extremely difficult. She wouldn't cooperate; instead, she would slide down like a puppet with its strings cut, requiring extra effort to pull her up. He felt that changing the posture might be more efficient than forcibly supporting her.
So Lu Zhe went to Xia Xiaobing, bent down, let her lie on his back, and then carried her away.
However, after walking a few steps, he discovered an unexpected situation.
The sensation on his back made him restless. And the faster he walked, the more vivid the sensation became, even through the two layers of fabric.
Lu Zhe was starting to feel the strain...
Fortunately, the main gate of the residential area was already in sight. Once inside, Lu Zhe walked into the building with practiced ease.
When they reached the correct floor, exited the elevator, and stood in front of the security door, Lu Zhe finally put the mature woman off his back and let her lean against the wall.
"Sister Xia, please open the door."
After Lu Zhe finished speaking, she saw her eyelashes flutter twice, and she barely opened her eyes.
Xia Xiaobing swiped her finger on the fingerprint scanner on the door, and then it was time to enter the password.
But she mumbled, "I can't see it very clearly... Could you help me enter the password? It's 0121, my birthday."
So Lu Zhe learned that President Xia's birthday was January 21st.
But the main problem is, is it okay for her to just tell me her house code like that?
Lu Zhe didn't have time to think about anything else at that moment. He pressed the door button, quickly helped Xia Xiaobing inside, and laid her down on the sofa.
Logically, at this point, tonight's task should be complete.
Lu Zhe felt a bit dizzy and was about to turn around and leave when he heard Xia Xiaobing muttering again:
"Wait a minute... help me to the bed, lying on the sofa... is uncomfortable."
If he were fully conscious, Lu Zhe would definitely have hesitated. But he wasn't fully conscious either, so naturally, he did as he was told.
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Xia Xiaobing actually had a plan for tonight.
The plan doesn't necessarily have to win him over, but it's essential to completely break down the barriers between the two of them. The core idea is to use alcohol to make Lu Zhe let go of his awe of his boss's status.
Clearly, the goal has been basically achieved, but there is still room for further progress, to expand the results, and even to achieve a deeper core objective—this is what Xia Xiaobing thought to herself as she lay on the bed.
She had made preparations beforehand for her next move. Some things she had hidden in the wardrobe next to her were now coming in handy.
"Sit on the sofa and rest for a bit, have some water, and get some from the fridge..."
Xia Xiaobing spoke these words, her words somewhat slurred. This wasn't an act; she was genuinely dizzy and weak, her body feeling utterly powerless.
"Okay." Lu Zhe agreed and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get some water.
Xia Xiaobing quickly propped herself up with her arms, got up, opened the wardrobe, and saw the decisive items she had prepared in advance.
This is a rather revealing outfit, featuring lace and sheer fabric, and paired with a pair of classic garter stockings.
It's easy to imagine that if Lu Zhe were called in later and he saw me in this new outfit, the situation... might get out of control.
However, before she could even take out her winning outfit, another wave of intoxication washed over her. Everything before her eyes began to spin.
Xia Xiaobing collapsed weakly, then lay back on the bed, her body wobbling.
"So I'm... such a low alcohol tolerance... and so out of shape... Damn!"
She muttered to herself, her voice soft, yet tinged with helplessness and indignation.
The plan was perfect, and the execution went smoothly. But the only unexpected thing was the alcohol tolerance of my current body.
Xia Xiaobing struggled to get up again, but the more she struggled, the dizzier she became, her vision became even more blurry, and she couldn't even open her eyes anymore...
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Lu Zhe drank a bottle of chilled mineral water and felt his mind clearer. After sitting on the sofa for a while, he had basically returned to his pre-drinking state.
However, he drank too much liquid, so he had to get off the sofa and go to the bathroom to release the water.
Then, he turned on the tap, washed his hands, and splashed cold water on his face.
By the light in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror—his face was still a little red, but his gaze was very clear and calm.
"President Xia, Sister Xia, this is really... a bit disrespectful."
Lu Zhe sighed quietly, walked out of the bathroom, hesitated for a moment, and then headed towards President Xia's bedroom.
He pushed open the bedroom door and found the tall, slender woman lying on the bed.
The lights in the room were off, but there was light coming from the apartment building across the street. The light shining through the window was enough for him to see how strange Xia's posture was.
She almost twisted into the shape of a dance from an ancient Egyptian mural.
"Pfft..." Lu Zhe couldn't help but laugh.
But after laughing, he was still a little worried. He was somewhat lost, unsure of what to do next.
In any case, we can't just let President Xia keep twisting like this—Lu Zhe thought to himself as he walked to the bedside and tried to straighten her hands and feet.
Just as Lu Zhe straightened one of her arms, he saw her move her lips and murmur, "Tonight, it's not...it's not over yet..."
Lu Zhe gave a silent sneer.
Is it not over yet? You're already this drunk, what else do you want to do?
He roughly straightened Ms. Xia's arms and legs and then covered her with the blanket. The blanket was thin, just right for a summer night like this when the daytime warmth still lingered.
Then Lu Zhe let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
The wardrobe door was open, but he didn't notice this detail. As for what was inside the wardrobe, that was even more of a mystery.
And so, Lu Zhe left Xia Xiaobing's home.
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