Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 662 Love Endures
Chen lay in the car, able to feel it moving and people whispering around him, but his eyes were too tired to open.

4P...1V3 is still too tiring, but being able to drink is a skill, and "drinking until you vomit" is an attitude.

Given how drunk he was, Yi Shan should be able to tell that he had given him ample face-saving!

Chen groaned in discomfort. He rarely vomited when he was drunk, but that actually made him feel worse. The alcohol just kept fermenting in his head, and his consciousness turned into a lump of paste that was being kneaded repeatedly.

In this situation, if someone hands you a pen, you can ask them to sign their name.

So, his last shred of vigilance allowed him to force himself to see clearly what it was.

However, if a bad woman (note: beautiful, young, 18 to 22 years old, 168 cm or taller) takes off his pants, then Director Chen can only sigh and let the other woman abuse him.

Upon arriving at the Ritz-Carlton, Yao Lan and her secretary helped the big boss toward the elevator.

However, as he passed the sofa in the lobby, Chen suddenly stopped and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

"what happened?"

The secretary asked, "Did you leave something in the car?"

Chen shook his head, pointed to the sofa, and didn't want to say anything more.

The secretary and Yao Lan exchanged a glance, thinking that something important needed to be addressed urgently, given that he was so drunk.

After sitting down, Chen slumped down for a few minutes before struggling to pull out his phone and make a call before the drowsiness completely overwhelmed him.

"Hey... I... I'm drunk... I'm going to sleep right away... Someone will bring me back, is... is Senior Sister Zhu here..."

"I rely on!"

The secretary suddenly realized that the call was to another boss's wife.

So even though they were so drunk, they still knew that Song Shiwei would take care of them when they got back to the hotel, so they gave Yu Xuan a heads-up in advance to avoid the cosplay sister calling them as usual.

"What if I'm lying in a hospital bed in my eighties or nineties, and suddenly remember that I haven't deleted my chat history? So I'll pull out the IV, stand up, clear the chat history, and only then can I close my eyes in peace?"

The secretary was so angry at her boss that she laughed.

"Xian...Xian-mei wants to talk to you...Quick, hurry..."

But this hypocritical boss, in order to prove he was really drunk, insisted that he himself testify.

The secretary clenched her fist, suppressing the urge to punch her boss, and picked up the phone, saying, "Hello...Xuanmei...Yes, he really drank too much tonight...but don't worry, we're back at the hotel..."

They talked for two or three minutes before hanging up, mainly Yu Xuan's instructions, which the secretary nodded in agreement.

In her heart, she was actually lamenting: "Xianmei, you really don't have to worry about your man at all."

Even if he were to pass out drunk on the ground of Chang'an Street, he would surely wake up the next morning in a soft, fragrant bed.

……

Having resolved this potential "through-hole" issue, Chen Zhe finally felt relieved and boarded the elevator.

Although she drank a lot today, she arrived at the White Horse Club at around 5 PM, so it's only 11 PM now. Song Shiwei is having a voice chat with Professor Lu after taking a shower.

"...Now that things are settled in the capital, when do you plan to come back?"

Lu Man must have missed her daughter, because as they chatted, she asked when she would return.

"It should be tomorrow or the day after."

Song Shiwei answered her mother's questions while flipping through the textbook.

"together?"

Professor Lu paused, then asked another question.

Although it sounds a bit nonsensical, Sweet Sister knows the whole sentence should be "Is Chen Zhe also coming?"

"He probably has something else to do."

Song Shiwei's gaze remained fixed on the open pages of the book: "He can just go back for the exam; he won't be under pressure to get good grades."

"So busy at such a young age."

Professor Lu complained a little for his daughter: "She'll be just like your dad, coming home after midnight every night."

"I won't go to bed that early either."

Song Shiwei's tone remained soft, and with a gentle rustling of pages, she naturally changed the subject: "Has Dad not come back yet?"

"I'm back."

Professor Lu seemed to frown again: "But he went out again after answering a phone call..."

As the mother and daughter were chatting, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded in the hallway. Ni looked through the peephole, was startled, and quickly opened the door.

"Mr. Chen is back, but he's drunk!"

Ni rushed into the suite and said in a panic.

Song Shi was taken aback for a moment, then quickly put down his phone and went outside. Everyone worked together to finally help the drunk man to bed.

Anyone who has ever been drunk knows that it feels like you've gained 20 kilograms, and your legs won't obey you. The women were all working up a sweat.

They hadn't even had time to take off their clothes and shoes.

Yao Lan didn't know whether she should go up and help. She was one of the founding members of the Retrospective, and one of the people she was most grateful to and trusted Chen Zhe the most. So, she felt at ease taking care of the young boss.

If I had any selfish motives, it was simply to show off in front of this angelic proprietress.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Suddenly, the landlady's voice came from behind, clear and calm, like a mountain stream, instantly soothing the chaos in the room: "You all go back, I'll take care of the rest."

Yao Lan's heart tightened. This proprietress was just as beautiful as the one in the small courtyard near Yonghe Temple; both were unforgettable beauties, but their personalities seemed completely different.

"I'll be going now. Call me if you need anything, Secretary Zhu."

Yao Lan told Zhu Xiuxiu, which was actually a way of telling the landlady that she was "ready to be at her service at any time".

"Weiwei, I'm going out too."

Before leaving, the secretary tugged at her assistant and whispered, "You're staying at my place tonight."

"why……"

Before Cong Ni could finish speaking, she suddenly realized what she had done, stuck out her tongue, and left with her secretary.

With a soft click, the door closed gently, and the double suite returned to tranquility.

Only the heavy, even breathing of the young man, drunk, rose and fell in the quiet air.

Song Shiwei stood still for a moment. The warm yellow light cast her slender, aloof figure on the carpet, while the warm air from the air conditioner whirred and brushed against her hair.

The usually intelligent and composed boy was now fast asleep like a child, completely unguarded.

"Next time I go out for a business dinner, I'll call and remind them to drink less."

A helpless tenderness finally surfaced on Song Shiwei's beautiful face.

Many people say they don't know how to take care of others.

In fact, caring for someone is not a skill that needs to be learned. As long as you have them in your heart, those behaviors will come naturally, like an instinct like breathing.

Song Shiwei had never taken care of anyone before, let alone a drunk boy.

But she knew she had to take off her shoes first, and then painstakingly unbutton her suit jacket, one button after another.

Even though it's not that easy, just thinking about how "it's not comfortable to rest in a coat" gives me the strength to do these chores.

Having finally completed this "major project," Song Shiwei couldn't help but rub her lower back. Then, she found a towel, soaked it in warm water, and carefully wiped Chen Zhe's cheeks and hands.

"don't want……"

The drunken man resisted unconsciously.

No one feels comfortable if their face gets wet while they're sleeping.

Song Shiwei's aloof and indifferent demeanor in front of outsiders was now like that of a gentle mother facing a naughty child.

When Chen struggled fiercely, Song Shiwei stretched out her slender fingers and gently pinched the bridge of his nose: "Don't move~"

After everything was settled, Sweet breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her phone again, and realized that her call with her mother had been going on the whole time.

Are you still listening?

Song Shiwei asked.

Professor Lu didn't answer, but he had clearly heard everything. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you going to take care of Chen Zhe all night?"

He was drunk.

Song Shiwei said in a calm voice, as if stating a very simple fact.

"Oh……"

Professor Lu didn't know what to say.

Many images flashed through her mind. Her daughter must be lying next to Chen tonight. What if he wakes up in the middle of the night and can't control himself because of the alcohol?
But can Weiwei let him go?

"I'm going to continue reading."

Lu Man's thoughts were interrupted by her daughter's voice.

"Let's have a meal together during the Chinese New Year!"

Ultimately, Professor Lu decided to treat this "possibility" as a "fact" and planned to meet his future in-laws.

Sweetie didn't say anything and turned her gaze back to the pages of the book.

The heavy breathing around her was like invisible threads, constantly drawing her attention.

Song, the school beauty, has never liked the smell of alcohol, but at this moment, she doesn't find the mixed smells on Chen's body offensive.

So, the standards are always reserved for those who don't love.

"Wow~"

Song Shiwei turned another page of the book, and perhaps he disturbed Chen Zhuo, he suddenly moved.

He mumbled something under his breath, then unconsciously rolled over, his arm naturally wrapping around her, and his cheek pressed against Song Shiwei's thigh.

Song Shi was slightly startled. She was only wearing a thin cotton nightgown, and although it was long pants and long sleeves, she could still feel the burning heat from the drunken man on her skin.

I can't seem to get into the book anymore.

I also feel a little sleepy.

Song Shiwei quietly pried Chen Zhe's hand away, turned off the light, lay down, and remained silent for a few seconds in the hazy darkness before gently leaning into his arms.

Late at night.

Love, like the plum rains of Jiangnan, quietly seeps in.

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