The excitement was like hitting the lottery jackpot… The man was surprised by his sudden rise in charm, not expecting to have so many romantic encounters tonight, and all with rare beauties.
Whether in appearance, aura, or status, they were completely different from the hot girls he usually met at the Night Club.
The man wasn’t drunk, but he was intoxicated by the atmosphere of the beauties.
“Forget about her, let’s go have a drink at the bar?” The man acted generously, not minding sharing his shoulder with the many beauties leaning on him.
But…
“Aren’t you already meeting someone?” Yong Le shrugged and smiled.
The man was suddenly taken aback, awkwardly letting out a “huh.”
“You have other plans, right? Then we won’t bother you.” Yong Le smiled straightforwardly, her two canine teeth showing, making her especially cute.
At this moment, Luo Ye stepped forward and effortlessly hoisted the drunken woman onto her shoulder, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, Zhao Han let out a few cold snorts, casually grabbed Dong Enyu’s purse, and left.
As she brushed past Yong Le, Yong Le turned back to wave at the man, saying, “Bye, handsome.” With that, the three women… no, four women all walked away from the man, leaving him alone at the bar, awkwardly reaching out as if trying to grasp something.
“Let go… let go…” Dong Enyu weakly hung onto Luo Ye’s back, her stomach feeling uncomfortable from being pressed.
Just as she was about to vomit, the world spun, and when she came to, she was sitting safely on the sofa, causing her to groan in pain.
Zhao Han plopped down next to Dong Enyu, tossing the purse behind her.
“Drinking so much, do you want to get taken advantage of?” Her gaze through her glasses was exceptionally cold, but unfortunately, Dong Enyu was too drunk to react.
She waved her hand aimlessly, grabbed the bottle on the table, and tilted her head back to drink directly from it.
“If that’s the case, I don’t mind lending my body.” Yong Le stepped over Luo Ye, leaned in, and snatched the bottle from Dong Enyu, pretending to kiss her rosy lips.
But just as she was about to make contact, Luo Ye pushed her away hard, causing Yong Le to lose her balance and fall back onto a single sofa.
“Ugh… uncomfortable…” Dong Enyu covered her eyes, groaning in discomfort.
Zhao Han grabbed the trash can from the table and shoved it into Dong Enyu’s arms. “If you want to puke, do it here.” She didn’t want to get dirty.
“No… no…” Dong Enyu shook her head, pressing her hands weakly against her chest.
“Here… uncomfortable…”
A bit empty… a bit painful… An indescribable feeling, it was terrible.
“Did you get dumped?” Yong Le drank from the bottle Dong Enyu had pecked, unable to kiss her directly, so she settled for an indirect kiss.
“Betrayal… it’s betrayal…” Dong Enyu’s words started to slur, mumbling incoherently.
The three women exchanged glances, then turned their attention back to Dong Enyu.
“Huo Ai?” Zhao Han squinted her eyes, coldly uttering the somewhat unfamiliar name.
Huo Ai, she hadn’t forgotten the woman she met at the auction briefing, dressed appropriately, with a humble yet strong demeanor, polite and kind to others, yet particularly annoying.
She was the general manager of Coral Reef Group and Dong Enyu’s boss.
All three women present were her clients or had met her.
But similarly, none of them had a good impression of Huo Ai.
“Huo Ai… Huo Ai…” Like some kind of spell, Dong Enyu sobered up slightly, repeatedly chanting Huo Ai’s name.
“Huo Ai… I should go find Huo Ai… that’s right… Huo Ai…” She lowered her head and slowly stood up, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate, and she wobbled before taking the first step.
Luo Ye straightened up and pulled Dong Enyu over, holding her firmly in her arms, not allowing Dong Enyu to struggle.
One arm wrapped around her waist, the other gripping her wrist.
However, Dong Enyu was already nearly passed out from drunkenness, no match for Luo Ye.
Trapped in the warm embrace, she naturally felt uncomfortable and struggled to escape.
“I have to… have to find Huo Ai… Huo Ai… I want… to find Huo… Ai…” Dong Enyu no longer knew what she was saying.
She only knew she had to find Huo Ai because Huo Ai was her support, nothing more.
But this inexplicable persistence sounded different to the other three women.
Yong Le crossed her long legs, resting one hand on the sofa armrest, exuding a dangerous yet lazy aura.
“What’s so good about Huo Ai?” The tone, filled with jealousy, made it seem like Yong Le would pounce and teach the woman a lesson in the next second.
Zhao Han, though displeased, maintained her “teacher” demeanor in public.
Even though her hands were almost itching to slap Dong Enyu…
At this moment, a phone ringtone rang out at the right time.
It was Dong Enyu’s phone…
“Hmph,” Zhao Han, being the closest to the purse, couldn’t help but smirk when she took out the constantly vibrating phone.
“What a coincidence.”
Unexpectedly, the name on the phone screen was indeed Huo Ai.
Here Dong Enyu was clamoring to find Huo Ai, and Huo Ai called herself.
Zhao Han pressed the call button but didn’t speak.
“Who are you?” After five seconds, Huo Ai realized the person answering wasn’t Dong Enyu.
Her unique husky voice was very recognizable, causing Zhao Han to frown unconsciously.
“Dong Enyu is drunk.” Zhao Han glanced at Dong Enyu, who had already surrendered weakly to Luo Ye.
“Where is she?” It wasn’t urgent, but it wasn’t indifferent either.
Huo Ai asked the most direct question.
Zhao Han pursed her lips and coldly replied, “She’s fine.” Then she hung up the call.
The phone was mercilessly tossed back onto the sofa, but surprisingly, Huo Ai didn’t call back to bother them.
At some point, Yong Le had circled around the back of the sofa, standing behind Dong Enyu.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around the half-asleep Dong Enyu, her cheek moving closer.
Before the other two women could get angry, she boldly planted a loud kiss on the woman’s cheek, as if declaring her ownership, childishly hugging her favorite toy.
“Don’t touch her!” Zhao Han warned Yong Le through gritted teeth.
Even Luo Ye pulled on Dong Enyu’s arm, trying to drag her away from Yong Le’s embrace, but failed.
“Who do you think you are?” Yong Le smirked at Zhao Han, then tightened her hold on Dong Enyu’s shoulder.
…Who do you think you are?
“She’s my dog.” Just because Dong Enyu was her dog.
“She’s my person.” Luo Ye, unwilling to back down, warned in a deep voice.
“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” Even though she was dumped.
The relationships that once intertwined, if they had an expiration date, these three people had long since expired…
Fortunately, the standoff didn’t last because the situation was interrupted by a visitor in a women’s suit.
“Sorry for the trouble Dong Enyu caused you.” Huo Ai appeared at the Night Club at some point and calmly joined the fray.
She returned a polite smile, but it lacked sincerity.
Yong Le glanced at Huo Ai and smiled.
“Impressive, you managed to find this place.
How did you do it?”
Huo Ai navigated through the crowd of men towards the sofa area.
“The phone has GPS.
Even if you didn’t tell me, I could find out.” As she said this, she looked pointedly at Zhao Han, whose indifferent expression showed no reaction.
“Get up, I’ll take you back.” Huo Ai bent down to speak, but the woman in front of her was already deeply asleep, reeking of alcohol, making Huo Ai frown as if she had fallen into a vat of wine for three days and nights.
In the end, no matter how much Huo Ai called, Dong Enyu didn’t wake up, so she had to carry the woman horizontally.
This scene was somewhat strange—a seemingly slender woman carrying another woman of similar height horizontally.
Yet, Huo Ai’s face showed no emotion, as if the woman weighed nothing, not a burden at all.
But this sight ignited unusual emotions in the other three women, even if they wanted to step forward, they couldn’t act recklessly.
Each was bound by their own identity…
From this perspective, it was clear that Huo Ai and Dong Enyu stood on the same side, while the other three were on the opposite bank…
“Dong Enyu has been taken care of by everyone, goodbye.” Huo Ai smiled at them, then left the Night Club with Dong Enyu in her arms.
Until the two figures disappeared, Yong Le slumped back onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.
“The meat that was almost in my mouth got snatched away.”
Snatched away by a cunning fox.
“Hmph.” Zhao Han glared at Yong Le a few times.
Luo Ye remained silent, picking up the bottle on the table and downing half of it in one go.
The three of them knew well that even if Huo Ai hadn’t come, they wouldn’t have been able to enjoy that piece of meat.
How many people could Dong Enyu be shared with for a taste?…
The original intention had changed its flavor.
Huo Ai initially wanted Dong Enyu to go to the main office to get some documents, but she didn’t expect this kind of incident to happen.
Actually, when Dong Enyu said she wouldn’t dine with the chairman’s wife, Huo Ai had a premonition that something might happen, but she didn’t intervene… She didn’t want to meddle in Dong Enyu’s personal affairs, as maintaining impartiality was her principle.
To her, Dong Enyu was just a shortcut, one of many ways to penetrate Wutang.
But as her superior, helping a subordinate out of a bind was also part of her job, so Huo Ai went to pick up Dong Enyu and safely brought her back to the Villa.
Along the way, Huo Ai called Dong Enyu a few times, but she was in a deep sleep.
It wasn’t until Huo Ai carried her from the passenger seat back to the Villa and dropped her onto the sofa that Dong Enyu’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Drunkard,” Huo Ai couldn’t help but comment.
Dong Enyu didn’t know if she heard it.
She made a few uncomfortable sounds, and Huo Ai squatted down to unbutton her shirt.
Drunk people often have abnormally high body temperatures, and Huo Ai noticed this when she carried Dong Enyu into the house.
The woman felt like a ball of fire, making Huo Ai uncomfortable as well.
“…Huo… Ai…” Just as Huo Ai unbuttoned the last button, Dong Enyu groggily opened her eyes.
Her unfocused gaze instinctively looked forward, and her dry lips uttered the woman’s name, but in the next second…
Transparent droplets slid down from the corners of her eyes.
One, two, three… Tears silently fell.
Dong Enyu didn’t sob, she cried silently like in a silent movie.
Perhaps when sadness reaches its peak, even sound is swallowed…
Huo Ai stopped her actions.
In the darkness, their eyes met, but neither knew what the other was thinking.
Why did Huo Ai pause? Why was Dong Enyu sad?
After a while, when the tears could no longer flow, Huo Ai slowly stood up.
She took a stack of documents from her briefcase and placed them on the table, leaving with just one instruction:
“I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon.”
