Su Yu turned his head slightly, and a face vaguely appeared before his eyes.
The face was no bigger than a palm, with gentle features, and its outline was surrounded by a halo of light.
He squinted, trying to see who it was.
"Song... Yan Chu?"
His mind was a mess, he didn't know this drink was so strong that he couldn't taste it at all.
Su Yu put the remaining half glass on the table, his body a little weak.
Before he could reach out, a hand took the glass from his hand and placed it on the table.
A gentle voice sounded again.
"Sir, you're drunk. Do you need me to call someone to take you home?"
The person next to him was very close.
Su Yu smelled a light perfume and couldn't help but frown, shifting his position to move away.
"Sir, sir?"
Even the gentlest voice would become noisy if it kept nagging.
"Alright, stop shouting."
Su Yu clicked his tongue and took his phone out of his pocket, tossing it over.
"Sir, what's your password?"
"..."
Su Yu used a finger to unlock the phone with his fingerprint.
Not long after, the waiter, who had been fiddling around for a while, spoke up timidly again.
"Sir, who should I call?"
He suddenly remembered the person the gentleman had just blurted out and saw someone in the contact list named Yan Chu.
"Is this it? Song Yan Chu?"
Hearing those three words, Su Yu looked up at the person again and the face appeared double in front of him.
He almost reflexively refused.
"No."
The waiter looked troubled.
"Sir, how about I take you to my place for the night? I'm about to get off work too."
After saying this, he reached out and gently touched his collar.
Su Yu's face was flushed at this moment, and his bright features were tinged with an indescribable beautiful flamboyance.
The upturned, reddish corners of his eyes were like a red dot on a fairy's forehead at this moment, the finishing touch.
The waiter rarely saw such a handsome man.
He swallowed and his heart began to pound.
If he could be with someone like this, it would be very happy.
"Don't touch me."
Su Yu slapped away the approaching hand with one hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the face clearly.
Song Yan Chu.
"Yan Chu? What are you doing here?"
The waiter was a little confused, but didn't deny it, half-heartedly saying,
"Shall I take you home?"
He reached out and touched the back of Su Yu's hand on the sofa.
Su Yu didn't react, and the waiter was secretly pleased.
The next second, the hand pulled away.
Su Yu's eyes regained a moment of clarity.
"Yan Chu... go home yourself."
After saying this, Su Yu pursed his lips, staring at the lit screen of his phone, his finger lightly tapping after a name.
The waiter followed his finger: [Old dog.]
"Call him."
The phone rang once, and was immediately answered, as if constantly monitored.
The waiter couldn't react in time and could only tentatively say "Hello."
The breathing on the other end of the phone was heavy and deep, and there was no response for a long time.
The waiter suspiciously took the phone away to check; it hadn't been hung up.
"Um, hello?"
"Who are you? Where is Su Yu?"
A man's deep, gritting voice came through the receiver, carrying an unstable magnetic tone, like a demon from hell.
"He's at DuskNest. This gentleman seems drunk. Would it be convenient for you to come pick him up..."
Before he could finish speaking, the call was disconnected.
The waiter clutched his phone, tears welling up in his eyes.
Was this a yes or a no?
He looked at the man on the sofa, half-reclined with a fluffy cushion, seemingly fast asleep.
Thinking of the tone on the other end of the phone, the waiter couldn't help but shudder.
He regretted bothering this man; beauty had led him astray.
In his hazy state, Su Yu felt someone touch his arm, with considerable force, as if trying to crush his bones.
He involuntarily winced in pain and reached out to hit the person.
"Don't touch me, it's annoying."
"Su Yu."
A familiar voice came from beside him.
Although his mind was blank, he couldn't help but become still.
He opened his eyes a crack, framing a cold, handsome face.
"It's you..."
It's you again, Ji Yanli.
Ji Yanli pulled the man into his arms, his soft cheeks pressed against his chest, forcing the man's moist lips open slightly, carrying the sweet scent of fruit wine.
He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the man's waist.
Why did he always act like this in front of others? Didn't he know how attractive he was?
Wasn't having him enough?
Why did he need to know so many people?
"Who am I? Who am I?"
The man in his arms didn't answer, only humming a few times, finding a comfortable position to lean back.
Ji Yanli pinched his chin, forcing him to turn his head.
"Wife, look carefully, who am I?"
He needed an answer.
"You're so annoying… I want to go home… Take me home."
Su Yu buried his face in his stomach, his breath hot against the thin fabric of his clothes.
Okay, home.
Take his wife home.
Ji Yanli took off his coat and wrapped it around the man's thinly dressed body, effortlessly lifting him up by the waist.
Su Yu wasn't completely muscleless, this grown man wasn't exactly lightweight, and he felt substantial in his arms.
Ji Yanli's heart was also filled with the weight of the person in his hands.
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Inside the Ji family mansion.
Butler Li was pruning the flowers by the door, his eyes constantly glancing towards the entrance before quickly looking away.
A maid beside him, seeing this, covered her mouth and laughed,
"Uncle Li, are you waiting for the young master? The young master isn't a child anymore; he knows to come home on his own."
"What do you know, little girl? I've watched the young master grow up. What if he encounters danger?"
Ji Yanli was muscular and tall; the maid didn't quite understand what kind of danger he could encounter.
"Uncle Li, then I'll go in first; I've finished watering."
After the maid left, Butler Li's gaze returned to the doorway.
Soon, the sound of wheels scraping the ground came from the doorway.
Butler Li's face lit up, and he reached out and opened the door.
Sure enough, there was that familiar car parked there, his young master had returned.
Ji Yanli opened the driver's side door and stepped out.
Butler Li immediately went to greet him, muttering,
"Young Master, why did you suddenly run off today? Is there some urgent matter at the company?"
"Nothing, just some personal business."
As a servant, he wouldn't inquire about personal matters.
"Young Master, let me park the car for you. Please go inside and get some rest."
With that, he quickly went around to the driver's side door and reached out to open it.
Ji Yanli gently patted the roof of the car.
Butler Li paused, a hint of hesitation on his face.
"What is it, Young Master?"
"Wait a moment before parking."
Opening the passenger door, he saw a figure inside, wrapped in a suit jacket, fast asleep, half his face buried in the jacket.
Su Yu was also fast asleep; the draft from the car door made him furrow his brow slightly.
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