A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

Once in the room, Fu Yan put Fu Xiao on the bed, took off her coat and shoes, and pulled the covers up for her.

Chen Shiwen had already settled Zhao Yu in, but Zhao Yu was still clutching her pillow and muttering, "Another bottle, please."

Lin Xiaoxi was the last to be settled. She was still smiling as she lay in bed. When Fu Yan covered her with a blanket, she suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother Fu Yan...you're such a kind person..."

Fu Yan gently pried open her fingers and tucked the blanket in.

"Go to sleep."

After settling into both rooms, Fu Yan gave the floor attendant a final instruction: "Wake these two rooms up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and bring them some porridge and hot water. Call me if anything happens."

The waiter nodded repeatedly.

Fu Yan returned to his room; it was almost midnight.

He poured himself a glass of water and stood by the window to drink it.

The night view of Chang'an Avenue is as bright as ever, with a constant flow of lights and traffic.

He recalled the scene in the private room earlier—four girls singing, laughing, and making a ruckus, giving him a headache, but for some reason, that noise made him feel quite comfortable.

It's not that quiet is bad, it's that liveliness has its own charm.

Especially in winter when someone returns to a city alone.

Fu Yan finished drinking the water, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.

The faint sound of Zhao Yu singing drifted from the next room; she was singing some song I couldn't recognize, and it was completely off-key.

He closed his eyes and a slight smile played on his lips.

This meal was well worth it, and it even came with a fantastic show.

Just as Fu Yan was about to fall asleep, his phone rang.

He reached for his phone with his eyes closed and glanced at the screen—Xu Wenshu.

It's 1:30 a.m.

Fu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she answered the call.

"Feed?"

"Fu Yan..." The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and nasal, as if she had just been crying.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong..." Xu Wenshu chuckled, "I just wanted to... wanted to call you..."

Fu Yan instantly judged: He's drunk. Is there some kind of festival tonight? One after another, female drunkards have appeared.

"Where are you?"

"At home...where else could I be..."

Are you drinking alone at home?

"Hmm... a bottle of red wine..." Her voice suddenly became aggrieved, "I bought a good one, 180 yuan... Don't you know, the salaries of us CCTV hosts are very low, 180 yuan for a bottle of red wine is already top-of-the-line for me..."

Fu Yan was both annoyed and amused: "How much did you drink?"

"Just one bottle... I've never drunk red wine before, I didn't expect it to have such a strong aftereffect..."

How could one bottle of red wine make you this drunk?

Fu Yan sat up in bed and rubbed his temples. He had already served three female alcoholics tonight and thought he could finally rest, but unexpectedly, there was more to come.

Send me the address.

"what?"

"I'll come over and see you."

"No, no..." Xu Wenshu's voice started to waver again, "Why did you come here... I'm not your girlfriend... People will talk..."

"What did you say?"

"They say I'm a gold digger..." She suddenly burst into tears, "Waaah... When have I, Xu Wenshu, ever ever been a gold digger... I earn my own money and spend it myself... The 180 yuan wine... I bought it myself..."

Fu Yan was completely overwhelmed.

"Wen Shu, listen to me now. Send me the address, and I'll be right there."

Why did you come...?

"Because you're my friend, I'm worried about you having too much to drink."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by sobbing sounds.

"Wangjing...Cuiyuan Residential Area...Building 4...1203..."

Fu Yan wrote down the address, hung up the phone, got dressed, and went out.

……

The streets of Yanjing were deserted in the early morning, and the sound of the Land Rover Defender's engine was particularly clear in the night.

Fu Yan drove onto the Fourth Ring Road and arrived in Wangjing in twenty minutes.

Cuiyuan Residential Area is an old community, but the security booth at the entrance was still lit up, and the railings were firmly in place. Fu Yan parked his car at the entrance and rolled down the window.

"Hello, I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?" The security guard, an old man in his fifties, poked his head out of the window.

"Building 4, Room 1203, Xu Wenshu."

"Looking for someone in the middle of the night?" The old man looked him up and down. "What's your relationship to her?"

"friend."

"Friends? No, that won't do. Our community rules state that visitors aren't allowed in after 11 PM. Come back tomorrow during the day."

Fu Yan sighed, took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it over: "Sir, I'm her friend who came back from abroad. She just called me, she's had too much to drink, and I was worried about her, so I came to check on her. Please make an exception."

The old man looked at his ID card, then at him, and asked with a hint of disbelief, "Are you really her friend?"

"Really? Why don't you call and ask?"

"It's past one o'clock, and she's not answering the phone. She's drunk..." The old man hesitated for a moment, "Alright, alright, let's go in. It's Building 4, the second one on the left from here. But make it quick, don't stay too long."

"Thank you, Master."

Fu Yan parked the car, walked quickly to the ground floor of Building 4, and rang the doorbell for apartment 1203.

No one answered.

I pressed the button again, but still no one answered.

He took out his phone and dialed Xu Wenshu's number. It rang seven or eight times before she answered.

"Feed..." her voice was muffled.

"Wen Shu, I'm at your door. Open the door for me."

"At the door? Who's at the door...?"

"I am Fu Yan. Open the door."

"Fu Yan? What are you doing here... Aren't you in America...?"

"I'm home, open the door."

"Oh...okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yan waited at the door for two minutes, but nothing happened.

He made another phone call.

"Wen Shu, you didn't open the door."

"It's open... I've opened it..."

"What did you open?"

"I opened...the refrigerator...I want to drink some water..."

Fu Yan took a deep breath: "It's the door! I need you to open the door! Stand up, walk to the door, and open it."

"Oh...door...okay..."

Three more minutes passed before the door finally opened.

Xu Wenshu stood at the door, wearing a gray cotton pajama set, her hair loose, her face flushed, and her eyes red and swollen, clearly having been crying. She was still clutching her phone, the screen lit up, displaying Fu Yan's call page.

"Why are you so late..." she pouted. "I've been waiting for ages..."

Fu Yan went inside and closed the door behind him.

Xu Wenshu's rented room wasn't big, just one bedroom and one living room. It was quite clean, but there were a lot of things, making it feel a bit cramped. On the coffee table were an empty wine bottle and a glass, next to which were torn wrappers and a wad of used tissues.

"You finished the whole bottle?"

"Hmm..." Xu Wenshu swayed back to the sofa and plopped down. "How come this red wine is so potent... I drank half a bottle and felt fine, then I drank another half, and then I couldn't take it anymore..."

Fu Yan sat down opposite her, looked at her flushed face, and suddenly found it a little funny.

What's going on today? I ran into four female drunkards in one night.

A CCTV financial news anchor, sharp and capable in front of the camera, turns into this "bear" after drinking a bottle of red wine.