Spoiled Sparrow

"Come on, drink!"

By the latter half of the drinking session, Lin Yun'en had reached the point where she started walking in a straight line. She walked back and forth like a model several times before finally collapsing on the sofa and taking a short nap.

She turned her head in a daze and found herself surrounded by several handsome young men. She pushed them aside and realized that Ruan Qing, who had been sitting in the corner, had vanished without a trace.

My mind went blank for a moment: "Where is she? Where did my Qingqing baby go?"

She picked up her phone, but couldn't find Ruan Qing's WeChat anywhere (she searched her photo album, but couldn't find it even if she looked for ages).

The water in the drink really makes you feel intoxicated.

Under the influence of alcohol, she disregarded her garish blue eyeshadow and went out to find someone with hair resembling Mei Chaofeng.

The guy who had been hired immediately followed the client as he left, since the final payment hadn't been settled yet.

A group of people followed Lin Yun'en at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. They moved whenever she moved, and they stopped whenever she stopped.

The group of people strolled through the club's corridors in a grand manner, with Lin Yun'en, who was at the head, looking remarkably like the boss who trained these male models.

As a result, the corridor's atmosphere instantly became both bizarre and comical.

Leading the way was a girl with bleary eyes and a wobbly gait, followed by a row of handsome young men with upright posture, marching in a neat and orderly line, attracting 200% of people's attention.

After walking around several times without seeing anyone, Lin Yun'en's mind went completely blank, so she simply shouted Ruan Qing's name in the corridor.

She waved to the group of male models: "You guys... after me, call out, 'Qingqing baby~ Where are you? I'm looking for you~'"

Lin Yun'en speaks in the same tone as an idol drama heroine; she lacks acting skills and relies entirely on emotion.

The group of men looked at each other, so embarrassed they felt like they could dig a hole in the floor.

There's no other way; it's about making money, so there's no shame in it.

One person called out, and the others followed suit, shouting in unison, "Qingqing Baby~ Where are you? We're looking for you~"

This scene is absolutely bizarre.

If anyone passing by sees this, they'll all get a high fever when they get home.

Lin Yun'en shouted more and more enthusiastically, and even sang a song at the end.

As the last note faded, two dignified and upright figures walked towards us from the corner of the corridor.

Dong Chenye was worried about Lin Yun'en, so he came to look for her. He didn't expect to see such a shocking scene as soon as he stepped out the door.

At first, he was skeptical of Fu Chen's words, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he feels that Fu Chen was underestimating him. He is utterly shocked.

Two men, both with top-notch looks and physiques, arrived side by side; one exuded a chilling aura, while the other was gentle and composed.

The two groups of people faced each other head-on, and the air fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Yun'en's feet suddenly froze on the spot. She wanted to walk over, but her legs wouldn't move, and her mind seemed to have crashed.

Soon, the group of male models sensed the menacing gazes of the two men approaching them and stopped moving forward.

Standing behind, I watched as the sugar daddy walked forward.

Lin Yun'en, leaning against the wall, swayed as she walked up to them, squinting at them.

The mist covering their eyes blurred Fu Chen and Dong Chenye's faces like a mosaic.

"Who is it? A good dog doesn't block the way."

She was wearing heels that were almost 10cm high, and stomped her foot hard, it was unclear who she was taking her anger out on.

Yun En reached out and pushed, only to find that the two obstacles had turned into a wall, and she couldn't move them at all.

Until Fu Chen whispered, "Our Lin family has been scholars for generations, how could we have raised such a spendthrift as you?"

Lin Yun'en shook her head. "How come I heard my grandfather talking?"

She pinched her palm hard, and her vision cleared.

When she finally saw who the two mosaic figures standing in front of her were, her pupils dilated instantly, like a magnitude 9.9 earthquake.

Then, a hoarse voice squeezed out a "phoenix cry" that shattered the ceiling.

"ah--"

It's over...

How come Dong Chenye is with Fu Chen?

Lin Yun'en always presented herself as a gentle, quiet, elegant, and well-mannered scholar in front of Dong Chenye.

But now... it's a scene of OOC (out-of-character) death for the company.

Her cheeks were flushed, whether from drunkenness or shame, she covered her face and turned to look at the 10 male models following behind her. She wished she could turn into a mouse and make a hole to escape.

The leader keenly sensed that something was wrong, but still professionally stepped forward to support Lin Yun'en.

As soon as they entered, she immediately raised her hand to stop them: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

She immediately stepped behind Dong Chenye, pretending that she had nothing to do with that group of people: "Don't misunderstand, I don't know these people."

A faint smile flickered in Dong Chenye's eyes, his gentle features concealing amusement as he deliberately teased her, "Hmm? What's the misunderstanding?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, then looked down at her.

Lin Yun'en's face turned bright red, and she frantically tried to salvage the situation: "It's nothing."

Her voice grew softer and softer until her head was almost touching the ground.

She finally mustered up the courage to look up and saw Fu Chen suppressing a laugh in his eyes, and she felt even more embarrassed.

Ruan Qing woke up from her dream with a dry throat, having searched for water all the way in her dream but to no avail.

Half-asleep, with her eyes closed, she staggered to the table, bent down, picked up a cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

No one had time to stop them.

Zhao Xiyao quickly got up and poured her some warm water to dilute it, since this was 49-proof liquor.

No sooner had Fu Chen left than Ruan Qing gave the people present an unexpected "surprise".

After downing a glass of strong liquor, in just 30 seconds, Ruan Qing, who had just sobered up, was completely under the control of alcohol and acted like a madwoman.

She pointed at Jiang Wenli and yelled, "Hey, you look down on me, don't you? Guess who I am?"

Jiang Wenli was startled and took two steps back: "W-who are you?"

"sunny"

Ruan Qing smiled confidently: "You even sent me a private message on Weibo, hehe, didn't expect that, did you~"

"Are you Mrs. Sunny?"

Jiang Wenli was shocked, clutching her head. Fu Chen's kept woman was actually her idol?!

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Ruan Qing turned around and knocked over the glass of warm water that Zhao Xiyao had just poured, spilling it all over her male companion's crotch.

She pointed at Zhao Xiyao and said, "You're Fu Chen's fiancée?"

"Ah...yes."

Zhao Xiyao wasn't sure if Fu Chen had told his girlfriend about their fake marriage, so she could only give a perfunctory answer.

Ruan Qing suddenly clapped her hands in slow motion: "Congratulations, Mrs. Fu!"

"May you have eighteen sons!"

Zhao Xiyao stood there stunned, gasping for breath; she was really drunk.

She tried to reach out and grab Ruan Qing, but unexpectedly, she ripped off Ruan Qing's coat with a "whoosh," revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

Then, with a "whoosh," he pushed open the door and went out.

The group immediately followed and saw the scene that would keep them talking for three days and three nights.