Chapter 518. A Bunch of Drunkards!
Drinking doesn’t solve any problems, but at least it allows people to momentarily vent the frustrations buried deep in their hearts.
But come the next day, those worries still need to be addressed.
Ning Chu arranged a small stool to sit on one side, propping her chin up with one hand while the other pressed against her painfully cramping abdomen. She gazed at the group of people drinking at the table and let out a long sigh.
She wanted to join in rather than stay on the sidelines like an outsider, but with her period arriving, she could only sip on the boiling water Wen Yang had just prepared.
As a succubus with a sensitive constitution, if her menstrual cramps became severe, she could faint or go into shock, and she really didn’t want to take that risk.
“You’re really not going to ask for a bride price?” Wen Yang turned his head and asked softly.
“Why would I want that?”
“I’m worried Auntie might feel embarrassed…”
Her mother was indeed quite concerned about face, but Ning Chu shook her head: “When it really comes to marriage, if you don’t have money, can my mom just squeeze it out of your account? Or should we break up like in Shao Qing’s family?”
Wen Yang thought about it; his future mother-in-law didn’t seem like that kind of person.
“Besides, by that time you’ll be a wealthy tycoon worth millions~”
Their little succubus had unwavering confidence in him, and he chuckled in agreement: “That’s right, I’ll buy you a villa and hire a few maids to serve you.”
“Make sure to follow through~ I want a beautiful maid!”
“Are you dreaming? My family doesn’t have maids; they’re all old ladies.”
No! We’re just a little couple chatting and boasting, what are you butting in for, you thick-skinned fool?!
Ning Chu angrily looked up and glared: “If you’re going to take part in the conversation, just keep quiet! Once you drink too much, you’ll regret it!”
No matter what, she had to draw two turtles on Zhang Shaoqing’s face!
There was a knock at the door outside; the roasted fish Zhang Shaoqing ordered had arrived.
Normally, ordering takeout was not allowed in the school dorms, but the delivery drivers here were all quite resourceful. The iron bars outside the dorm building were broken and patched repeatedly, and there were even makeshift stairs built with junk in the corner of the school’s wall.
Ning Chu hurriedly ran to open the door, somewhat clumsily carrying the roasted fish back to the folding table.
“The roasted fish is here~”
The cold dishes from before had long been cleaned up, and Wen Yang removed the empty bottles from the table, lighting two alcohol lamps underneath the roasted fish to warm it.
“Let me have a piece first!”
Ning Chu eagerly held out a disposable bowl and chopsticks, drooling over the fragrant roasted fish.
“Don’t rush; let it heat first.”
“Alright…” She swallowed, reminding Wen Yang, “Drink less alcohol, or I’ll have to leave you here.”
“Don’t worry.”
He said to put her mind at ease, but even before they started eating the roasted fish, Wen Yang looked half-drunk already.
Nobody in this entire dorm had a good alcohol tolerance; they hadn’t even finished a box of beer, and all three had already flushed red in the face.
With a “thud,” Ning Chu’s attention shifted to Zhang Shaoqing, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth.
“Can I go outside to smoke?” Zhang Shaoqing felt his scalp tingle under her gaze and mumbled as he stood up, “Women are such a bother.”
Blood pressure rising!
This guy will surely give me a heart attack eventually!
Even if Ning Chu was still a man, she didn’t want to breathe in secondhand smoke in this air-conditioned closed space.
She had already had enough arguments with this thick-skinned fool today, so she couldn’t be bothered to say more, rolling her eyes instead.
The character design she wrote back then was something only she could suffer the consequences for…
As the night deepened, the roasted fish was devoured completely, leaving nothing but a bit of soup.
The folding table was a disaster zone, with two empty booze boxes added to the mix and a floor littered with bottles and cans.
“Hey! Let me show you all another bottle!”
“Where’s the alcohol? How is there none again?”
Zhang Shaoqing waved the empty bottle, making a fuss, while Wang Jie had already dutifully lowered his head, and Wen Yang had slumped back into Ning Chu’s arms.
“Drink less…”
The situation developed beyond Ning Chu’s expectations. She had merely thought that a box of alcohol would be enough for everyone to get tipsy, yet the three brooding men couldn’t stop drinking.
While they were all agreeable when she advised them to quit, when it came to drinking, they held nothing back.
She smiled bitterly as she looked down at Wen Yang, whose head felt unusually heavy, pressing painfully against her chest.
“Wake up? Don’t fall asleep now.” She gently shook his shoulder, “Are you really going to let me leave you here and go back alone?”
“Mm…”
Wen Yang just mumbled, still with his eyes tightly shut.
Ning Chu helplessly shook Wen Yang again: “Get up! You’re heavy!”
Ignoring his feelings, she tried to lift his head off her chest, using her other hand to clear the clutter from the table onto the floor so Wen Yang could lay on the table to continue sleeping.
“Drunkard!”
She sighed in relief, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the three drunkards and the mess before her, feeling overwhelmed.
Why did she suggest that Wen Yang bring those two to drink?!
Now she had to do the cleanup…
Fortunately, these drunkards weren’t crying or making a fuss.
Wang Jie had already taken the initiative to climb into bed, and as soon as he lay down, he began snoring. Wen Yang had collapsed on the table, completely unconscious.
Only Zhang Shaoqing still sat there, looking foolishly at the empty bottle, pouring air into his mouth, and mumbling, “Where’s the alcohol~ How come there’s no more…”
He completely lost the usual carefree and dandy image he had, appearing more than a bit stupid—like a child with developmental delays.
Ning Chu wasn’t in a hurry to clean up; she took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of everyone, especially Zhang Shaoqing.
This was precious black history material!
In a few years, if they had the chance to gather for a meal, she could pull out today’s photos to make fun of them!
Maybe in a decade or so, when they had kids, she could show her nieces and nephews their embarrassing moments now~
And even when Zhang Shaoqing eventually passed away, she would burn those pictures as a parting gift!
“Alright… time to clean up.”
Putting her phone away, Ning Chu picked up a broom and dustpan, giving Zhang Shaoqing’s calf a tap: “Go lie down on the bed; don’t be a nuisance here.”
“Oh~ Why do you sound like my mom…?”
“Don’t take advantage of me; I don’t have a lazy son like you!”
When Zhang Shaoqing called her “Mom,” Ning Chu felt like she was the one at a loss.
The room was a mess, and she hustled for half an hour before finally getting all the bottles and takeout cleaned up, placing the garbage bag by the door.
“Wen Yang, I’m heading back now?”
She approached the folding table and shook Wen Yang’s body, asking.
In the summer heat, she wasn’t worried he would catch a cold; although sleeping like this wasn’t good, she figured Wen Yang would get up and climb into bed by midnight.
A little succubus like her couldn’t possibly manage to move this one-meter-nine tall guy onto the bed no matter how hard she tried.
But just as she spoke, Wen Yang groggily opened his eyes: “Let’s go back together.”
“Can you stand steady?”
Ning Chu cautiously supported Wen Yang’s arm, chiding him: “I told you to drink less, but you just kept drinking more; no matter how much I advised you, it made no difference.”
“Now look, with your giant frame, how am I supposed to take you back?”
“I still have a stomachache, and I need to take care of this drunkard.”
Wen Yang seemed to completely tune her out, staring blankly at her face with unfocused eyes.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
Her face turned slightly red as she awkwardly averted her gaze.
“Ning Chu… if you stick with me, I promise you won’t regret it…”
“In the future, you’ll earn a lot of money, and you can spend it however you want! Show Mom that your taste is better than hers!”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her tone of reproach softened.
“You’ve really drunk too much; next time, you can’t do this again.”
“I don’t care about your little money…”
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