CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: DRUNK

Don’t know?

How could you not know?

Lu Ting’s voice was urgent: "We’ve met before, right here."

Wei Lai still looked puzzled, he barely remembered.

Actually, Wei Lai has mild face blindness.

So it’s quite normal for him not to remember Lu Ting.

Suddenly, someone next to Wei Lai said, "I remember now, she’s the woman you bumped into at the door before."

Wei Lai thought carefully, it seemed such a thing had happened, but he couldn’t recall it well.

"Oh, so what can I do for you?" Wei Lai’s tone was quite indifferent.

Lu Ting bit her lip, feeling a bit humiliated that he didn’t remember her.

"No, nothing, just thought it was a coincidence."

Wei Lai: "Oh, and then?"

Wei Lai’s tone was normal, just genuinely puzzled.

But to Lu Ting’s ears, it seemed as if Wei Lai was looking down on her.

She felt a bit unbalanced, especially since Wei Lai’s friends were all watching, which made Lu Ting feel even more embarrassed.

"You don’t have to be like this, I just thought it was a coincidence. Why are you mocking me? I know you’re a privileged guy, but I’m also human, why do you look down on me!"

Wei Lai: ???

Others: ???

No matter others’ reactions, after Lu Ting said those strange words, she ran off.

"Wei Lai, what’s with that woman?"

Wei Lai: "I don’t know."

Others felt even stranger, feeling as if they’d done something terribly wrong without doing anything at all.

"A bit strange, where do we head next?"

"Not going anywhere, it’s late, I should head back." Wei Lai said.

"Why head back so early?"

Wei Lai: "I need to go check on my sister."

"Wei Lai, why don’t you bring Wei Qing out to hang out with us?"

"Yeah, we haven’t seen Wei Qing in a long time."

"Forget it, what’s the point of a girl hanging out?"

"That’s where you’re wrong, Wei Lai, you came back from abroad, how can you have such a prejudice."

Wei Lai: "It’s not prejudice, forget it, can’t explain it to you, I’m leaving."

"Alright then."

...

"Jingming is here, take a seat quickly."

Jiang Jingming entered the private room; inside were Xu Cheng, Shen Shaohua, and two other men Jiang Jingming didn’t know.

Shen Shaohua warmly introduced Jiang Jingming to the other two men.

"This is Jiang Jingming, he’s led two recent cases in our city to completion!" Shen Shaohua’s face was full of pride and admiration.

"Really promising young man."

An older man looked at Jiang Jingming and said.

Shen Shaohua continued to introduce the two unfamiliar men to Jiang Jingming.

"Jingming, meet, this is our newly appointed mayor, Zou Ming, and this is Minister Liang Zhenghua."

Jiang Jingming greeted Zou Ming and Liang Zhenghua.

"Mayor, Minister."

Zou Ming appeared affable, smiled at Jiang Jingming, and said: "Young man, really promising, excellent, excellent, it’s Sea City’s fortune to have talents like you."

Jiang Jingming was composed, smiled lightly: "Mayor, you’re too kind."

Liang Zhenghua looked at Jiang Jingming: "He seems destined for great things."

Shen Shaohua echoed: "Indeed, Jingming just got promoted recently."

"That’s quite impressive."

Xu Cheng was also glad to see these leaders appreciate Jiang Jingming, as he deserved it after all.

At the table, Shen Shaohua kept extolling Jiang Jingming’s virtues and strengths to Zou Ming and Liang Zhenghua.

His face was full of pride and admiration.

Such praise might make others float off in pride.

But there’s no pie falling from the sky; some people lift you high only to let you fall harder.

Liang Zhenghua showed absolute appreciation for Jiang Jingming, continuously toasting him.

You can’t refuse a toast from a leader.

Seeing Jiang Jingming already a bit dazed, Xu Cheng said: "Don’t just drink, eat some dishes, the food here is good."

Zou Ming also said: "Yes, yes, eat some dishes."

After several rounds of drinks, the sky outside gradually darkened.

Sang Yu suddenly felt a bit anxious.

She looked up at the sky outside, which seemed gloomy.

Jiang Jingming said he’d be dining with leaders today, but she always felt something was going to happen.

So much so she couldn’t calm down to finish her painting.

After much deliberation, she decided to call Aunt Pang.

The phone connected quickly.

"Hello?"

Sang Yu: "Aunt Pang, it’s me."

Aunt Pang: "Xiao Yu? What’s wrong?"

Sang Yu: "Aunt Pang, I wanted to ask if Uncle Xu has come back yet?"

Aunt Pang: "Not yet, why?"

Sang Yu: "Nothing, just asking."

After a while, Aunt Pang said: "Are you worried about Jingming? Don’t worry, with your Uncle Xu there, no need to worry."

Sang Yu nodded: "Yes, I know, thank you Aunt Pang."

Aunt Pang comforted: "Just wait a bit, I reckon he should be back soon."

Aunt Pang had been with Xu Cheng for many years, and knew what kind of person he was.

So generally, he’d come back around this time.

Hearing Aunt Pang say that didn’t calm Sang Yu’s heart, but to avoid worrying Aunt Pang, she said: "Okay, I understand, thank you Aunt Pang."

After hanging up, Sang Yu sat on the couch and couldn’t calm down even after a long time.

The fear in her heart still lingered.

The clock on the wall already pointed to eight o’clock.

She waited a few more minutes and decided to go out.

She picked up the coat on the couch and headed towards the door.

Just as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Jingming, drunk at the doorstep.

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, didn’t have time to speak.

Jiang Jingming suddenly shouted, acting exactly like someone in a drunken stupor.

Sang Yu frowned, before Jiang Jingming had always been restrained when drinking, wouldn’t let himself get completely drunk.

But why was he drinking like this today? This side of Jiang Jingming surprised Sang Yu.

"Jiang Jingming? Are you okay?"

Jiang Jingming pushed Sang Yu aside, yelled: "Move, I need to go to sleep."

After pushing Sang Yu, Jiang Jingming went inside.

Sang Yu hit the door lightly, luckily Jiang Jingming didn’t push hard, just bumped gently.

Sang Yu hurriedly locked the door and followed Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming kept shouting, repeating that he needed to sleep.

He went straight to the bedroom.

Sang Yu followed, couldn’t let Jiang Jingming sleep in those clothes.

Looking at Jiang Jingming lying on the bed, Sang Yu reached out to help him take off his shirt.

At the moment she touched the shirt, Sang Yu’s hand was grabbed.

On the bed, Jiang Jingming opened his eyes, the confusion and drunkenness gone, replaced by clarity.