Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 29 Drunk
SFM Bar at night
Inside the bar, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere was electric. The latest viral DJ music played, and men and women of all kinds danced and kissed passionately on the dance floor.

Ling Shu and Zhou Zan sat in a booth, with Zhou Zan drinking one glass of wine after another.

Ling Shu watched as Zhou Zan kept chugging cups of his drink, then snatched the cup from Zhou Zan's hand and said, "Alright, Zhou Zan. You've already drunk quite a bit. Drinking too much is bad for your health."

Zhou Zan sneered inwardly. These lobbyists were all Zhou Qi's lobbyists.

It seems that she has already included these longtime friends in Zhou Qi's camp in her heart.

Zhou Zan rested her chin on one hand and grasped Ling Shu's hand holding the wine glass with the other. "I know, you like me, don't you?"

Her eyes were blurry and unfocused, her already deep eyes tinged with a faint mist.

Ling Shu looked into Zhou Zan's eyes and unconsciously nodded.

Zhou Zan smiled gently, stroking Ling Shu's calloused fingertips.

Coming to his senses, Ling Shu withdrew his finger and coughed lightly, "Zhou Zan, you're drunk."

Zhou Zan looked at Ling Shu with an ambiguous gaze, then leaned on Ling Shu's shoulder.

Drunk? Has she ever been sober all these years?
The dim lighting and music in the bar stimulated Ling Shu's senses.

Before he knew it, his hand had already touched Zhou Zan's face.

It must be admitted that Zhou Zan is now a very charming woman.

She is usually pure and cute, but tonight she is charming and sexy.

Beneath the long black trench coat were sexy camisoles and short skirts.

Ling Shu took a deep breath and tried to help Zhou Zan, who had fallen on him, up.

Zhou Zan looked at the restrained and suppressed desire in Ling Shu's eyes.

A bold idea came to her mind.

She suddenly kissed Ling Shu's cheek, and Ling Shu's hand, which was supporting her, paused.

With the person he loved in his arms, he restrained himself completely.

She couldn't stand Zhou Zan's repeated flirting.

Ling Shu's eyes darkened, and the fingers on Zhou Zan's shoulder unconsciously tightened.

"Zhou Zan, I'll take you home."

He doesn't have much self-control, and he can hardly be considered a gentleman.

If Zhou Zan isn't sent back soon, he might actually do something.

Zhou Zan outwardly agreed, but inwardly she already had other ideas.

She insisted on indulging herself, and Ling Shu was the first rule she broke.

Ling Shu helped Zhou Zan slowly walk out of the bar.

Zhou Zan was helped into the car by Ling Shu, and just as Ling Shu was fastening her seatbelt, Zhou Zan suddenly cupped Ling Shu's face and kissed his lips.

Ling Shu placed his hands awkwardly on the seats on either side of Zhou Zan's body.

Zhou Zan smiled and placed her hands on Ling Shu's neck.

He likes her but pretends to be restrained; I wonder if he's trying to move her or himself.

They kissed when no one was around.

It's as if they're isolated from the world.

After a while, Ling Shu finally released Zhou Zan.

Both of them had a faint blush on their faces, and Ling Shu was breathing heavily.

Zhou Zan leaned back in his chair, looking at Ling Shu, who was panting softly in front of him.

Now that things have come to this, she doesn't believe Ling Shu can still hold back.

Ling Shu closed the passenger door and went around to the other side to open the driver's door.

Fasten your seatbelt, start the engine—all in one smooth motion.

Zhou Zan looked out the window at the night sky, a black sky dotted with a few stars.

Looking at the increasingly familiar road, Zhou Zan turned to look at Ling Shu, her voice tinged with doubt, "Are you going to take me home?"

She had already gone to such lengths, yet Ling Shu still sent her home?
Does this mean Ling Shu doesn't like her at all?

Although the bar was chaotic, he clearly nodded; she couldn't have been mistaken.

Ling Shu looked straight ahead and nodded without room for doubt.

He suspected that Zhou Zan was acting this way because of some pent-up emotions.

Therefore, she behaved in a way that was inconsistent with her own personality.

She may be immature, but he cannot be immature.

He wanted a future with Zhou Zan, not just to have her body.

Zhou Zan let out a long sigh of helplessness. Was this how she was supposed to be?
They arrived at the Zhou family home quickly, and Ling Shu opened the car door for Zhou Zan.

Zhou Zan got out of the car, not even giving Ling Shu a second glance.

Ling Shu didn't pay any attention and watched Zhou Zan enter the Zhou residence before driving away.

Second floor, study

Zhou Qi, dressed in a suit and holding a glass of red wine, had witnessed everything that had just happened. She was becoming increasingly disobedient.

Zhou Qi's eyes were sinister as he finished the rest of the red wine in one gulp.

The cup slipped from his hand and landed on the floor with a jarring sound. Shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Zhou Zan held onto the handrail and had just reached the second floor when she heard a sound coming from the study.

She curled her lips coldly. If Zhou Qi really pushed her too far, she would die. She was just a worthless life.

So be it, he's dead. Now that he's dead, I won't have to see Zhou Qi's disgusting face every day.

With a gloomy face, Zhou Qi opened the study door and commanded Zhou Zan, who was standing at the top of the stairs, in a deep voice, "Come in." Then he turned and went inside.

Zhou Zan tucked the strands of hair behind her ear and then went into the study.

"Didn't you take what I told you to heart?" Zhou Qi asked, his back to Zhou Zan, his hands in his pockets.

Zhou Zan looked at the full moon outside and then at Zhou Qi. "Is it still useful for you to ask this now?"

This was the first time she had refuted Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi turned around angrily, and Zhou Zan stared straight at him.

Zhou Qi was momentarily distracted.

This look is exactly like the look in A-Qing's eyes before he passed away.

Zhou Qi's gaze suddenly softened, and he quickly walked up to Zhou Zan, reaching out to embrace her.

“Zhou Zan, you can’t leave your father. He only has you left.” Zhou Qi’s voice was tinged with fear.

Zhou Zan took in Zhou Qi's transformation.

She was astonished at how quickly Zhou Qi's situation had changed.

Seeing that Zhou Zan remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Qi asked again in a panic, "Zhou Zan, you must promise your father, you must promise your father."

"You can't leave me, you can't!" Zhou Qi shouted hysterically, tears falling onto Zhou Zan's shoulder and into his heart.

Zhou Zan didn't know how she got back to her room.

Back in his room, Zhou Zan stared blankly out the window.

She needs to sort out her thoughts about what happened tonight.

She's really going crazy.

Nan Xu had just come out of the bathroom while drying her hair when she received a call from Sang Tingwan.

She answered the phone, put it on the table, and continued drying her hair.

"Hey, Sister Nan. I've read the script, and I think I can give it a try." The undisguised joy in her voice came through the receiver to Nan Xu's ears.

Sang Tingwan had already printed out the script, and she said with great joy, holding the script in one hand and the other.

Nan Xu glanced at the time; it had been less than twelve hours since she sent the script to Sang Tingwan.

She has thoroughly studied the script so quickly, which shows that she cherishes this opportunity to act.

Nanxu placed the towel on the table and began applying hair oil to her hair.

"Okay, then take a good look at the script, and it would be best if you could memorize a few passages. I'll check the audition schedule for you in the next few days."

"Thank you, Sister Nan. It's so late, you should get some rest."

"Okay, you should get some rest too." With that, Nan Xu hung up the phone.

Lu Zhiyan, reeking of alcohol, pushed open the door and entered from the outside.

Grandpa Lu insisted that he stay for dinner before returning home.

Mrs. Lu cooked dinner herself, and he and Mr. Lu drank a few more cups of wine.

Nan Xu covered her nose, frowned, and took two steps back.

"Why did you drink so much?" Nan Xu asked, frowning.

Nan Xu took another sniff; it seemed to be baijiu, and the alcohol content wasn't low.

Lu Zhiyan blushed slightly, a smile playing on his lips, and tried to hug Nan Xu.

Nan Xu turned to run away, but Lu Zhiyan caught her in his arms.

The smell of alcohol entered Nan Xu's nose through Lu Zhiyan's embrace.

Nanxu tried to break free, but Lu Zhiyan held her too tightly.

She tried to reason with Nanxu, but then she thought about it again.

Trying to reason with a drunkard is like casting pearls before swine.

Nan Xu spoke softly to Lu Zhiyan, "Let go of me quickly, you reek of alcohol, aren't you afraid of bothering me?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiyan indeed loosened his grip on Nan Xu.

Nanxu took the opportunity to catch her breath.

Nan Xu helped Lu Zhiyan sit on the bed, but he refused to drink any hangover soup or take a bath.

She might actually be suffocated by the smoke.

(End of this chapter)