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Chapter 138 Why don't you spit it out too? (Qiu Yu)
The lights in the private room of the club were dim.

The music was deafening.

Xiao Yuan and the male models were singing so enthusiastically that they forgot themselves, but thankfully they didn't sing off-key, thus saving Shen Zhaoyi's ears from suffering.

Bottle after bottle of alcohol were opened, and apart from her, almost everyone else was already passed out.

She glanced at the time and pressed the bell to call the manager.

"Pay the bill."

Under the other party's ingratiating smile, Shen Zhaoyi quickly glanced at the bill.

You know what, these guys really know how to rip you off.

Her spending in one night was almost equivalent to several sets of gifts she had given in the live stream.

However, with the system's support, it can be said that they made a small profit.

Shen Zhaoyi pointed to the one with the best looks and said, "Let's put the commission on him."

The lucky person who was chosen showed a hint of surprise in their eyes, "Thank you, sis!"

Without saying anything more, he pulled Xiaoyuan, who was still reluctant to leave, and walked outside.

A group of people followed them and escorted them to the entrance of the clubhouse.

"Sis, you two slow down!"

"Sister, come again next time!"

……

This display was so ostentatious that it was hard not to attract attention.

Qiu Yu was leaning against the roadside smoking when he saw this and squinted.

He knew this woman was just there for amusement!

A quick glance reveals that quite a few people have ordered this!

He stubbed out his cigarette, took out his phone, and snapped a picture of the scene, already feeling indignant on Pei Yan's behalf.

At the bottom of the steps, Xiao Yuan, who had just boasted to Shen Zhaoyi yesterday about her high alcohol tolerance, was now completely drunk.

He staggered toward the roadside, intending to hail a taxi home.

Shen Zhaoyi quickly caught up.

She was still muttering to herself, "Sister Shen... I get it! Ten men, you know what! Thank you so much tonight..."

Seeing that she was about to fall, Shen Zhaoyi grabbed her arm, somewhat helplessly.

"Behave yourself, I'll take you home."

"No, no need!" Xiao Yuan waved her hand with a slurred speech, but the slurred gesture made her stomach churn.

Her expression changed, and her last shred of reason made her turn her head away at the last moment—

"yue——"

I just wanted to get it off my chest.

What followed was a furious remark about the essence of Chinese culture.

"Holy crap!"

This shout not only sobered Xiao Yuan up a bit, but also made Shen Zhaoyi look up at the person who had come.

Qiu Yu had already sneaked over while the two were arguing, hoping to eavesdrop.

Unfortunately, due to a series of factors such as height, angle, and curvature, the filth landed precisely next to his shiny leather shoes.

Of course, the trouser legs were not spared either.

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Qiu Yu's face turned ashen.

Xiao Yuan covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears.

Shen Zhaoyi was stunned by the other person's face.

Very...beautiful?

Describing it with just one word seems too simplistic.

Even though she was used to seeing handsome men, the person in front of her was quite a shock.

Like facial features meticulously drawn in fine brushwork, even under the dim lighting at night, the overall stunning beauty remains undiminished.

Those phoenix eyes held a hint of anger, which was quite captivating.

The buttons of the light blue casual shirt were fastened just below the chest, giving off a coy and alluring vibe. Of the ten people I just ordered, eight of them were dressed like that.

In addition, there's the appearance, the location, and the time of year.

Shen Zhaoyi found it hard to imagine him as a decent person.

"Have you seen enough?" the man sneered, his tone not very friendly.

She then came to her senses and said, "Don't be angry, we'll pay for the dry cleaning."

"?" Qiu Yu laughed angrily, her slender fingers pulling up the stained cuff of her trousers. "Is this a problem that money can solve? This is psychological trauma!"

Shen Zhaoyi blinked, took three seconds to react, and suddenly grabbed Xiao Yuan's foot and pushed it forward—

"Or...why don't you throw it back too?"

Qiu Yu: "?"

At this moment, Xiaoyuan felt nauseous again, so she pulled her foot back and rushed to the side of a tree.

Shen Zhaoyi shrugged, pointed at the person who was vomiting violently, and said, "See? We really didn't do it on purpose."

"You've had too much to drink, please understand?"

Everyone has moments of sadness.

His tone was very sincere.

But Qiu Yu was clearly not buying it, and said through gritted teeth, "She's sad, but am I not sad now?"

His shoes!
His pants!

He's dirty!
But Shen Zhaoyi couldn't hear the mad cries in his heart.

This is the first time she's encountered this situation. How can she quell the other person's anger?
As they stood there in a stalemate, Xiaoyuan staggered back, stopped in front of Qiuyu, and suddenly bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle: "I'm...I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish speaking, he lost his balance and fell straight into the person in front of him.

"No!"

Qiu Yu reacted quickly, grabbing her by the back of her collar and suspending her in mid-air like a kitten.

Then he glared at the woman watching the scene: "Give me a hand! Take this drunkard back!"

Shen Zhaoyi chuckled and quickly stepped forward to support Xiao Yuan's arm.

"Could you do me a little more trouble and help me put it in her car?"

Qiu Yu looked disgusted, but her hands were actually working hard.

Shen Zhaoyi laughed even harder.

I thought it was going to be a firecracker, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite.

The two of them worked together to lay Xiaoyuan down on the seat.

After the car door closed, Shen Zhaoyi turned to look at him, her smile still bright: "I'm so sorry about today, thank you for your help earlier too."

She took out her cell phone.

"I'll definitely pay if you say so. Just name a number, and I'll scan it."

Qiu Yu crossed her arms and snorted coldly, her arrogant demeanor inexplicably reminding Shen Zhaoyi of Pei Yan.

Tsk.

Seeing that the man remained silent, she had no choice but to soften her tone: "It's already late at night, and it looks like you just got off work. I still have to take this drunkard home. This can't go on forever."

"Give me a straight answer, okay?"

Qiu Yu was somewhat stunned upon hearing this.

Just got off work?
Does this woman think he's a male model at the club?
Anger surged to his head for a moment, but then he calmed down after thinking about it again.

Since we've mistaken the person for someone else, we might as well play along.

Once he catches direct evidence of this woman's "infidelity," he'll definitely slap her in Pei Yan's face.

What a blind brat with terrible taste!

Having made up her mind, Qiu Yu reluctantly took out her phone.

"These shoes are custom-made; I need to go back and check the bill."

"Let's add each other on WeChat first, and I'll send it to you later."

Shen Zhaoyi looked him over but couldn't tell if his clothes were genuine or not.

But for the sake of this face, I still clicked on the QR code.

After adding her as a friend, she thoughtfully asked, "Want me to give you a ride since it's on my way?"

"No need." Qiu Yu glanced at Xiao Yuan, who was gagging again in the car, and took a half step back in disgust. "Take care of your drunk friend first; she looks like she's about to throw up again."

Shen Zhaoyi turned around and her scalp tingled: "...Farewell!"

She jumped into the car and sped away, unaware that—

Qiu Yu stood still, already looking down and scrolling through her WeChat Moments.

There are only five points, which is very clear.

A parrot, a meal, and a plane ticket.

The only thing related to Pei Yan was the trophy from that regional competition.

There's also the latest recruitment information for the racing team.

Wait, a convoy?!