Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

A mature woman dressed in a business suit, who looked like she was in management, also handed over her phone.

"Young Master, come sit in our private room. I'll treat you to the finest ice wine, and we can have a good chat~" A voluptuous woman in a deep V-neck dress, with an astonishing cleavage, winked seductively.

"Your Highness, I just want to get to know a handsome guy like you as my boyfriend, I don't care about any formal status!"

A short-haired, cool-girl-style girl shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, I don't like fat people. I like someone like you who's fit and stylish! You have a great figure!"

Another girl stared at Qin Luo's figure and praised it without any attempt to hide it.

"Your Highness, I like you not because you are the Crown Prince, but simply because I think you are handsome!"

Some people tried to distance themselves from the "gold digger" accusation, emphasizing that they were "appearance-obsessed".

A cacophony of voices, like the warbling of birds, filled the air with fiery passion. The scents of perfume, cosmetics, and alcohol mingled together, creating a dizzying, ambiguous atmosphere.

These women used all sorts of methods: some grabbed and pulled, some pushed forward desperately, some shouted loudly, and some gave each other flirtatious glances... The scene was so chaotic that it resembled a large fan meeting, or a pack of hungry wolves seeing delicious meat.

At first, Qin Luo was just being polite, offering a few perfunctory replies or nodding slightly to the girls who were nearby and had simple questions. But he soon realized he was wrong.

He underestimated the allure of the "Anbang heir" title, coupled with his own physical attributes, which held an irresistible attraction for these women working in nightclubs who were either eager to climb the social ladder or simply vain!

The crowd grew larger and larger, layer upon layer, making it impossible to move. Those behind desperately pushed forward, while those in front were pressed against Qin Luo's body, their arms, legs, and soft flesh constantly colliding.

Qin Luo could even feel more than one pair of hands secretly touching his back and waist.

Even worse, some people took advantage of the crowd to smear lipstick marks all over his shirt!

Ai Yiqian was initially standing next to Qin Luo, but she was quickly pushed to the outer edge by the surging crowd, and could only stare dumbfounded at the absurd yet exciting scene before her.

Although she considered herself to be good-looking and have a good figure, she felt powerless in the face of this group of "mad bees and butterflies" who were like chickens on steroids and had no restraint whatsoever.

The male guests around Qin Luo, surrounded by countless beautiful women and practically "devoured" by them, felt an extremely complex mix of emotions. Envy? Jealousy? Hatred? A complex blend of feelings.

"Holy crap... this is what a true winner in life is!"

"Handsome, rich, and with such influence... God is so unfair!"

"Sigh, look at others, and then look at myself... what's the point of my life?"

"Forget the Crown Prince, I'd be laughing all the way to the bank if you gave me any one of these beauties, okay?"

"It's over, it's over. There's no comparison. I'm heartbroken."

The men shook their heads and sighed, feeling as if they had been hit by a ton of damage, and silently retreated to the side to drink and heal their wounds.

Qin Luo was surrounded and felt a chill run down his spine.

He wasn't unfamiliar with grand occasions, but being frantically stared at by women like they were rare animals was simply beyond his ability to handle. He couldn't hit them, he couldn't scold them, and reasoning with them was like talking to a brick wall.

He could only try his best to protect himself and avoid being taken advantage of further, while also trying to find a way to escape.

This chaotic "siege" lasted for more than ten minutes until the nightclub's security personnel received orders and squeezed in, using all their persuasion and pulling to barely separate the overly enthusiastic women and clear a path for Qin Luo to his original private room.

Qin Luo practically fled, pulling Ai Yiqian, who was still not fully recovered, and quickly scurried back to their private room, closing the door behind them to shut out the still unwilling shouts and stares from outside.

"call……"

Qin Luo breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling even more exhausted than if he had been in a fight.

Inside the private room, Zhou Xiaowen, Zhang Qian, Wang Qiang, and Sun Lei stared at him in disbelief.

They had heard the commotion outside, but hadn't dared to go out and see. Now, seeing Qin Luo flee back in such a "disheveled" state, their faces were filled with a mixture of mischievousness and envy.

"Brother Qin... no, Your Highness, you're incredibly charming!"

Wang Qiang gave a thumbs up.

"Wow, I've never seen anything like this in a movie!"

Sun Lei also sighed.

Zhou Xiaowen and Zhang Qian looked at Qin Luo with complicated expressions, then glanced at Ai Yiqian, whom he had pulled in, feeling a little sour inside.

Qin Luo waved his hand, too lazy to explain.

He glanced at Ai Yiqian and noticed that her face was flushed, her eyes were somewhat glazed, and her body was swaying slightly; she was clearly taking advantage of the alcohol. She had been forced to drink quite a bit by Boss Wang earlier, and had just experienced a period of shock and fright; now that she had relaxed, the effects of the alcohol had fully taken hold.

"are you OK?"

Qin Luo asked.

"No...it's okay!"

Ai Yiqian forced herself to wave her hand, trying to appear sober.

"I'm just... a little dizzy."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted somewhat.

Seeing her like this, Qin Luo knew he couldn't let her drink anymore, so he said to Zhou Xiaowen and the others.

"It's getting late, let's call it a day. I'll take her home."

Although Zhou Xiaowen and the others were still reluctant to leave, seeing Ai Yiqian's state, they could only nod in agreement. Just then, Liu Hao had already left to take care of the matters Qin Luo had entrusted to him.

Qin Luo paid the bill and helped the unsteady Ai Yiqian leave the magnificent building. As they walked out the door, they could still feel all sorts of gazes coming from all directions.

By the time he finally helped Ai Yiqian into the taxi, got in himself, and gave her the address of her apartment complex, it was already past 1 a.m.

Ai Yiqian leaned against the car window, seemingly asleep. But after a while, she groggily opened her eyes, looked at Qin Luo's profile, and asked indistinctly.

"Qin Luo...you...you really are...the Crown Prince?"

Qin Luo glanced at her but didn't answer.

Ai Yiqian didn't care and kept muttering to herself.

"I...I even helped you fend off drinks today...in your private room...those two bottles of...Remy Martin...so expensive...couldn't waste them...I drank them all..."

She spoke haltingly, clearly quite drunk.

Qin Luo then remembered that after returning to the private room, Ai Yiqian had indeed drunk some more with Zhou Xiaowen and the others to ease the awkwardness and calm her nerves. Among the drinks were two bottles of expensive Remy Martin that he had ordered, which she and Zhou Xiaowen had almost finished. No wonder she was so drunk.

"Okay, I got it. You're very capable."

Qin Luo gave a perfunctory reply.

"hey-hey……"

Ai Yiqian chuckled foolishly, then her head lolled to the side, and she passed out completely, unconscious. Qin Luo looked at Ai Yiqian, who was slumped on his shoulder, her breath reeking of alcohol, and sighed helplessly.

When they arrived at Ai Yiqian's apartment building, Qin Luo paid the fare and then half-carried, half-helped Ai Yiqian, who was completely drunk and limp, out of the car. After finding out the building and apartment number, Qin Luo simply bent down and hoisted Ai Yiqian onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, heading into the building.

The neighborhood was quiet late at night, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

Qin Luo carried Ai Yiqian and walked steadily into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor.

A soft, warm touch, mingled with the scent of alcohol and perfume, came from Ai Yiqian's shoulder, creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the enclosed elevator space.

Qin Luo kept his eyes straight ahead, but couldn't help but sigh inwardly once again.

What a mess this is tonight...

Before the morning sun had completely dispelled the tranquility of Mindu Yipin, Qin Luo was abruptly awakened by a shrill soprano voice from the next room, a voice filled with terror and anger that could have blown the roof off!

"what--!!!"

The voice was incredibly penetrating, carrying a hoarseness from just waking up and extreme shock, instantly shattering the tranquility of the early morning.

Qin Luo's nerves tensed instantly, all sleepiness vanished! He didn't have time to think, not even bothering to get dressed; wearing only his boxer shorts, he sprang from the bed like a swift black shadow, rushing to the door of the next room in a few steps, and without hesitation, kicked out—

"boom!!"

The sturdy solid wood door was kicked open with a loud thud!

Inside the room, Ai Yiqian sat in the middle of the bed, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was disheveled, and her pretty face was flushed red with extreme anger and embarrassment. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, staring intently at Qin Luo, who had burst into the room, her gaze seemingly spitting fire!

"Qin Luo!! You bastard! You son of a bitch! You lecherous opportunist! What did you do to me?!"

Ai Yiqian screamed angrily, her voice trembling with excitement, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the blanket.

Qin Luo was a little stunned by her barrage of scolding, but when he saw that she was still sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket and had not suffered any real harm, he felt relieved at first, but then a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

He rubbed his still throbbing temples and shouted angrily that he was wronged.

"Damn it! Sister! Can't you be reasonable?! I took advantage of you? What did I take advantage of you in?! You were drunk like a rag doll last night, throwing up everywhere. I asked you where you lived and you couldn't even tell me. Did you think I'd just leave you on the street? Of course I brought you home! Otherwise, do you think you'd wake up in this comfortable bed right now?"

He pointed to the room.

"Look, this is the guest room! I sleep in the master bedroom! What could I possibly do to you?!"

Ai Yiqian was stunned by his shout, and her anger cooled down slightly, but then she thought of something, sniffed herself, and immediately exploded again.

"Then...then what's with the smell on me?! This...this shower gel scent! And...and my clothes?! You...you still say you didn't do anything?!"

She did indeed smell of fresh, pleasant men's shower gel, and her original clothes were gone; she was now wearing a men's oversized T-shirt.

Qin Luo rolled her eyes and patiently explained.

"You threw up all over yourself last night, you stinky, did you expect me to let you sleep like that? I changed your dirty clothes, cleaned you up a bit, and used some shower gel to wipe you down... Hey, what are you thinking?! I used a towel! Through the towel! And I used this shower gel myself, not some weird perfume!"

"Wipe... wiped it?"

Ai Yiqian's face turned even redder, and her voice changed tone.

"Then...then doesn't that mean...you saw everything? And...you even touched me?!"

The thought that Qin Luo might have seen her naked or even touched her all over filled Ai Yiqian with shame and anger, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

Qin Luo looked at her, who seemed to want to devour him, and suddenly found it a little funny, so he decided to tease her.

"Hey beautiful Ai, don't you know what kind of person you are when you're drunk? I've heard that some people take off their clothes when they're drunk... Maybe you took them off yourself? I was just helping you clean up the 'battlefield' out of humanitarian spirit. As for what I saw... it was dark, I couldn't see clearly."

"Take it off yourself..."

When Ai Yiqian was reminded of this, she suddenly remembered that she did have this problem. In the past, when she and her best friend drank too much and went home, she would often find herself naked the next day... Her momentum immediately weakened by three points, but when she thought that she might really "reveal her true colors" in front of Qin Luo, she was still angry and anxious, and gritted her teeth and said.

"That...that won't do! You...you definitely saw it! You touched it! Qin Luo! I...I'm not done with you! You have to clear my name!"

As she spoke, she struggled to get out of bed, seemingly determined to argue with Qin Luo to the end.

at this time--

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang, crisp and rhythmic.

Qin Luo felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly said...

"Someone's coming! Stop making a scene!"

As he spoke, he quickly turned around to open the door, not even caring that he was only wearing his underwear.

Upon opening the door, a tall, beautiful, and capable young woman stood outside.

She wore a well-tailored dark gray bodycon OL suit that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. She wore thin black stockings and silver stilettos.

She was carrying a high-end-looking paper tote bag and exuded an elegant and refreshing fragrance, quite different from the men's shower gel scent on Ai Yiqian.

It was Luo Qingyan, the person in charge of Mindu Yipin Property Service Center.

The property management company she works for belongs to Anbang Group and is directly managed by Qiu Qinyun.

When Luo Qingyan saw Qin Luo, who was only wearing shorts, revealing his muscular upper body and abs, her eyes flickered slightly, but she maintained a professional and polite smile and bowed slightly.

"Good morning, Mr. Qin. Sorry to bother you."

She handed him the handbag.

"These are the clothes you asked me to send over the phone last night, Ms. Ai's clothes. They have been professionally cleaned and dry-cleaned according to your request, and are now being delivered."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, and her tone was respectful yet respectful.

Qin Luo took the bag and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Manager Luo."

"It should."

Luo Qingyan nodded slightly, her gaze seemingly casually glancing at the half-closed guest room door behind Qin Luo, but she asked nothing and politely took her leave.

"Then I won't bother you any longer. Please contact the property management center anytime if you need anything."

After seeing Luo Qingyan off, Qin Luo closed the door, picked up his handbag, walked back to the guest room, threw the bag on the bed, and said to Ai Yiqian, who was still in a daze.

"Here are your clothes. Manager Luo from the property management office delivered them; she took care of them for you last night. Now, can you clear my name?" (End of Chapter)