Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

The night was as dark and silent as ink.

In the quiet bar, a folk singer on stage sang simple and pure lyrics, while people below whispered their own stories.

In the semi-open private room, a man and a woman sat nestled together on the sofa.

"I told you long ago that Wen Li and your uncle are having an affair," Han Mingzhu said, poking Song Yu's chest playfully. "You still didn't believe me."

Song Yu froze, then after a few seconds, he reached out and took Han Mingzhu's fingertips, lowering his head to kiss the back of her hand: "Really?"

Han Mingzhu pulled her hand away unhappily: "Why would I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes last night. Wen Li just had an allergic reaction, but your uncle was so worried that it was like she was about to die."

Song Yu propped his head up and looked at her, his face expressionless.

"Before anyone could react, your uncle just grabbed Wen Li and carried her away." Han Mingzhu became more and more excited as she spoke. "You didn't see it, the reactions of everyone in the private room were absolutely hilarious."

"Especially the wives of the Jiang, Liang, and He families, their faces were all darker than the last. I almost couldn't hold back my laughter."

Song Yu's gaze drifted away, lost in thought.

No wonder Liang Chaoxu was so angry after learning that he had cheated on me with Han Mingzhu, and even insisted on kicking me out of the Liang family and expelling Jingyue.

It turns out it wasn't about upholding justice and sacrificing family ties at all, but rather about harboring selfish motives.

He has been lecturing me repeatedly these days, probably for Wen Li's sake.

No wonder Wen Li, a person with no one to rely on, was so confident in breaking off the engagement.

It turns out she had already gotten involved with Liang Chaoxu. Oh no, judging from the current situation, she's even shamelessly hooked up with the Jiang family.

I really underestimated her...

"What are you doing?" Han Mingzhu frowned and slapped Song Yu when he didn't react. "You get distracted as soon as Wen Li is mentioned. What, are you still thinking about her?"

Song Yu wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled even more ingratiatingly and said, "No, I was just thinking about which hotel would be suitable to take you tonight."

Han Mingzhu smiled and ran her fingertip across his face: "I thought that themed hotel last time was pretty good."

"Then let's go there," Song Yu said with a smile. "But, about what I told you last time..."

Han Mingzhu's expression changed slightly. She withdrew her hand, looking somewhat uneasy. "What's the rush? I need to ask my dad if he's free first."

"Okay." Song Yu took Han Mingzhu's hand and left the bar.

No sooner had the two left than Wen Li and Tian Miao entered.

Tian Miao pulled Wen Li along and sat down at the pre-booked bar table, ordering a cocktail and a juice.

"Your allergy hasn't cleared up yet, so you can't drink alcohol."

"OK, I won't touch it." Wen Li nodded obediently.

She only realized her allergy hadn't cleared up after she got off work. But seeing Tian Miao's enthusiasm, the two of them came together anyway.

The bartender at the bar handed Tian Miao a glass of light pink liquor: "Ms. Miao, this is your Pink Lady."

"Thank you." Tian Miao smiled playfully at him.

Clearly, the two have known each other for a long time.

Watching the interaction between the two, Wen Li propped her head up with her arm, turned her head to look at Tian Miao, and smiled meaningfully.

Feeling embarrassed by her gaze, Tian Miao raised her elbow and nudged her, saying, "What are you looking at? Drink your juice."

Wen Li looked away and stopped teasing her.

However, this also meant that she couldn't open up and chat with Tian Miao without any reservations.

But it's okay, it's not a big deal anyway. It's nice to just sit with friends for a while.

Tian Miao finished two cups of wine, and Wen Li glanced at the time.

That's enough, time to go home.

"Let's go, Miaomiao." She reached out to take Tian Miao's hand.

Tian Miao was very obedient. She waved to the bartender at the bar and said, "Bye-bye, I'm leaving now."

As soon as the two stepped out of the bar, Wen Li spotted Gu Zhihuai and Liang Chaoxu.

Gu Zhihuai, fully sober but looking anxious, saw her and quickly waved: "Wen Li, please help me. Liang Chaoxu is drunk. Can you take him back to Yuhe Mansion? I have something urgent to attend to."

Wen Li turned to look at Liang Chaoxu, who was leaning against him. Liang Chaoxu's eyes were down, and he looked completely drunk.

"If Assistant Yan isn't here, we'll just hire a designated driver." With that, she looked away and pulled Tian Miao to leave.

Seeing this, Gu Zhihuai immediately grabbed Wen Li, saying, "No, we can't let strangers know his house password."

Wen Li ignored her completely: "I'm a stranger too."

Gu Zhihuai gritted his teeth: "He also has a cold. He'll die if we leave him alone at home."

"Then take him straight to the hospital."

Having no other choice, Gu Zhihuai put Liang Chaoxu on the ground and said, "Then you stay here and watch over things for a while. I'll go first; the car will be here soon."

After saying that, Gu Zhihuai ran away without waiting for Wen Li's response.

"Huh?!" Wen Li frowned, glancing at Liang Chaoxu, who was swaying on the ground, and then at Gu Zhihuai, who had already run two miles away.

Tian Miao, who had been drinking, was a little slow to react. Pointing at the person on the ground, she said, "President Liang looks like he's about to collapse again."

Wen Li gritted her teeth, quickly walked over, and knelt down to help him up: "Liang Chaoxu?"

Liang Chaoxu didn't respond, but tilted his head and leaned it on Wen Li's shoulder. The force was so strong that it almost made her kneel down.

Wen Li looked down at him, repeatedly confirming whether he was truly drunk.

Tian Miao also walked over, squatted down behind him, and pinched Liang Chaoxu's philtrum hard: "You're really drunk. What should we do?"

Just then, a black Audi pulled up beside the three of them. The passenger window was half-rolled down, and the driver's voice came through clearly: "Ms. Wen, right? I'm the taxi you just hailed."

Wen Li and Tian Miao exchanged a glance, then together helped Liang Chaoxu up, shoved him into the back seat, and slammed the car door shut.

Wen Li walked to the passenger side door: "Driver, please take him to Lizhe Bridge on the West Third Ring Road in Xicheng District..."

The driver interrupted her: "Excuse me, we have regulations that require someone to accompany intoxicated passengers."

"But my friend is too..."

"Ms. Miao, why haven't you left yet?"

Wen Li and Tian Miao turned around at the same time, and saw the bartender walking over from the entrance of the bar with a smile on his face.

Tian Miao replied, "We still have some things to do."

"Why don't you ride in my car later? It's on my way," the bartender invited.

Seeing this, the driver quickly said, "Ms. Wen, please get in the car. You can't park here for a long time, or you'll get points deducted and a fine."

"You go ahead, Youyou. I'll go back with him." Tian Miao patted Wen Li on the shoulder. "Remember to message each other when we get home."

Wen Li hesitated for a moment, and after telling Tian Miao to "be careful," she opened the passenger door and got in.

On the way back to Yuhe Mansion, Liang Chaoxu in the back seat leaned back quietly, looking no different from being asleep.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror: "Ms. Wen, does your friend have a cold?"

Wen Li was surprised: "How did you know?"

"His breathing was shallow and heavy; it was obvious he wasn't breathing well," the driver explained, adding a sentence.

"This situation is very dangerous when you're drunk."