A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

"No, no, it's not funny."

"If it's not funny, why are you laughing so hard?"

"No, no..." Cold sweat poured down the young master's forehead; he was practically kneeling on the ground. He swallowed hard and said, "Mr. Zhou, I was being unreasonable! Please just ignore me and let me go!"

Zhou Yu's temple throbbed, and he closed his eyes in endurance.

He opened his eyes again and said coldly, "Get out."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The gentleman in the bespoke suit quickly turned around, afraid that Zhou Yu would change his mind if he was even a step too late.

He got a beating, which was the least he could do!

He had just signed a contract with the Zhou Group, and he was afraid that if it affected his family's cooperation with the Zhou Group, he would be finished! His own father would definitely skin him alive!

Once everyone left, Xie Lingfeng laughed out loud: "Why are you wearing such a sour face? You scared everyone away."

Wen Jueming promptly suggested, "It's already noon, let's go eat."

Xie Lingfeng, seemingly unafraid of death, stroked his chin and said regretfully, "The live stream should have started half an hour later, to make it more entertaining."

Wen Jueming: "..."

Zhou Yu smirked and grabbed the golf club.

Watching Xie Lingfeng nimbly retreat three meters away, he twitched his lips, straightened his clothes, and said, "Let's go drink."

What's the point of eating? I'm already full from being angry!

……

Night fell.

The streetlights outside the window quietly turned on, and the crystal chandelier inside reflected a dazzling and magnificent light.

Zhou Yu spent the entire afternoon and evening at the club, drinking an unknown amount of alcohol, as if he were arguing with himself.

He has a good tolerance for alcohol and is usually quite restrained, but he got drunk today.

Wen Jueming checked the time: "It's 11 o'clock, let's take him home."

As he spoke, he stood up.

"I'll go too." Xie Lingfeng grabbed Zhou Yu's arm before he could, her long, narrow phoenix eyes sparkling with amusement as she said with interest, "You take care of him, I'll drive."

Wen Jueming: "..."

He always felt that Xie Lingfeng, that madman, was up to something again, but he had no evidence and couldn't figure out his purpose for the time being.

It's impossible that he's developed an interest in Meng Zhixue and wants to steal her from his brother, right?

No, no, that's not true.

This guy gets nauseous whenever he sees a man and woman kissing.

Wen Jueming nodded: "Okay."

It's just a matter of changing drivers, no big problem.

The two men got Zhou Yu into the back seat of his Maybach.

When Zhou Yu was drunk, he was very quiet, neither acting out nor saying anything incoherent. He just looked even more charming and alluring than when he was sober.

He rested his head on one hand against the car window, his captivating peach blossom eyes half-open, looking at people with an unintentional languor yet a distant air, making one's heart itch even more.

Wen Jueming prided himself on being only interested in women, and kept repeating to himself, "I'm a straight man," while keeping his distance from him to prevent any possibility of his thoughts slipping.

Xie Lingfeng drives steadily.

It was nearly midnight.

A black Maybach drove into the Jiangshan Dijin villa area and parked in front of villa number 15.

It was a rare treat that Meng Zhixue wasn't staying up late to binge-watch dramas, and she was soundly taking her beauty nap when she was suddenly woken up by her phone ringing. She painfully pulled out her phone and saw that the caller was Zhou Yu.

What's going on?

She turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, and answered the phone: "Young Master Zhou?"

On the other end of the phone was a male voice that was both strange and familiar. After chuckling, he said, "Your Young Master Zhou is drunk. Come out and pick him up."

"Huh? Drunk?" Meng Zhixue covered her mouth and yawned, then quickly asked, "Where are you?"

If it's too far, then she won't go.

"Did he drink so much that he had a stomach hemorrhage again? Why don't you take him to the hospital directly?" Meng Zhixue asked again.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered why the male voice on the phone sounded familiar.

Isn't that the person who called her when Zhou Yu had a stomach hemorrhage from drinking and asked her to pick him up at Ye Jue? One of Zhou Yu's childhood friends, I think, named Xie Lingfeng.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Xie Lingfeng seemed to laugh again.

"No need to go to the hospital, we're outside the villa gate."

"Oh," Meng Zhixue replied, resignedly heading out.

As autumn deepened, the evening breeze grew chilly.

Meng Zhixue wore a thin cotton coat, but she was still shivering from the cold.

She jogged toward the villa gate and saw a man supporting a drunk Zhou Yu in the distance. This man was not unfamiliar; he was Wen Jueming, whom she had met once before.

"Dr. Wen," Meng Zhixue greeted him politely, extending her hand slightly towards him. "Can Young Master Zhou still walk by himself? If he can, please hand him over to me, and I'll take him home."

The subtext is: If Zhou Yu can't leave, then Wen Jueming will have to trouble himself to get him into the villa.

She was a frail woman, and even carrying a 20-pound baby was difficult for Xinxin. How could she possibly carry Zhou Yu, who was over 1.85 meters tall and had long legs?

Impossible, I'm unwilling.

"He can walk," Wen Jueming said with a smile. "Thank you for your hard work."

"...Alright then."

Meng Zhixue resignedly grasped Zhou Yu's wrist, put his arm on her shoulder so he could lean on her for support, but without any mental preparation, when she looked up at him, she met a pair of deep and beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Under the starry night sky, Zhou Yu opened his eyes at some point, looked down at her intently, and his eyes were filled with emotions that surprised her.

"Zhou..." she murmured unconsciously.

However, she only uttered one word, and the man's handsome face suddenly magnified in her eyes, as if he would kiss her lips in the next second.

This...this isn't quite right, is it?

Although she has a reasonable diet with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables and doesn't mind eating meat, this is still too much!

Breathing stopped, and Meng Zhixue was stunned, losing all ability to react. Her bright almond-shaped eyes widened, making her look like a groundhog with its fur standing on end.

However, the next moment, my shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

Zhou Yu tilted his head to the side and leaned all his weight on her, falling asleep again as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him.

Meng Zhixue: "...?!!!"

Absolutely!

It's too heavy, it's almost crushing her!

This is worse than getting a bite taken out of me!

As long as he can walk back by himself, even just the two of them are fine!

Meng Zhixue used all her strength to support Zhou Yu's heavy body, her legs trembling, and hurriedly looked to Wen Jueming, who was standing to the side, for help.

"Dr. Wen, it seems that Young Master Zhou has fallen asleep, snoring... I can't lift him by myself, could you please lend a hand?" Because she was exerting too much force, her face turned red, and she was having trouble breathing when she spoke.

"Okay, I'll help you." Wen Jueming glanced at Zhou Yu's red earlobes, suppressed a smile, and immediately stepped forward. "I'll have to trouble you to take care of Zhou Yu tonight. He's drunk, and I'm afraid he might vomit in the middle of the night and choke on his vomit."

Meng Zhixue hesitated for a moment, wanting to go to sleep, but then she remembered that her working hours were strictly from 6 pm to 8 am, and she also thought of Zhou Yu's care for her, so she quickly nodded: "Don't worry, I will!"

With Wen Jueming helping Zhou Yu up from either side, Meng Zhixue glanced towards the black Maybach before turning away, sensing something in her heart.

The car was shrouded in darkness, and even with the streetlights, it was difficult to see clearly. All that could be vaguely seen was a tall, slender man sitting in the driver's seat, who seemed to be sizing her up as well.

That's... Xie Lingfeng?