WEDDING NIGHT: I BECAME THE FEMALE SUPPORTING CHARACTER AND MARRIED THE VILLAIN!

Chapter 242: I'm Taking You Home

Lu Zhao lay on the sofa in the lounge, his forehead raised in a daze. His mind was jumbled with memories of Luo Ying and him getting along, and chaotic fragments flashed past one after the other.

Luo Ying? What happened to Luo Ying? She had returned home.

Whose home? His? Hers?

Lu Zhao endured the dull throb in his head and tried to pull himself out of this chaos. However, the heavy drinking clouded his judgment.

Someone appeared to be conversing with him. Everything was just so loud. Who was it?

“Lu Zhao?” Lu Zhao was startled to hear a familiar female voice. Luo Ying?

When Luo Ying heard the news, she thought about it for a while before deciding to come. She was concerned that the poison in Lu Zhao's body would be affected by the wine and cause an unusual situation. Still, her blood may come in useful.

When she entered the lounge, she was surprised to see Lu Zhao sitting on the sofa, dazed, like a statue of David the Thinker.

Lu Zhao raised his head as soon as he heard her voice. Luo Ying met his misty gaze. Both amused and helpless, she sighed. She had never before witnessed Lu Zhao in such an inebriated state.

She reached out and, unable to resist, pinched the bridge of Lu Zhao's nose. “Let's go home.”

Lu Zhao subconsciously grabbed Luo Yings wrist as she was about to drop her hand.

“Lu Zhao?” Luo Ying looked at him, puzzled, but Lu Zhao appeared to react only subconsciously. His eyes were still blurry and disoriented.

When the secretary saw this, he went forward to assist Lu Zhao. “President Lu, Ms. Luo Ying is here to pick you up!'

“Is that so?” Lu Zhao muttered.

“Yes, it's Ms. Luo Ying. She's here,” the secretary firmly said.

Just like that, Lu Zhao, who had refused to move just now, suddenly took the secretarys hand and stood up.

Luo Ying glanced at the secretary. She was only confirming that he was fine, but she did not say that she would send Lu Zhao home.

Hmph, who was it that pushed Lu Zhao to pursue a divorce at the time?

Luo Ying tried to pull her hand free. She did not expect Lu Zhao to clench it even tighter.

The public relations director quickly spoke up. “Ms. Luo Ying, the Luya Group's shares have been changing drastically. President Lu is at the center of the storm. He had to answer to many, many toasts. It couldn't be helped. He's as drunk as a log. Could we trouble you with sending him off?”

The director of public relations had acting chops on par with those of any professional actor. As a subordinate, his anxiety and heartache were vividly expressed. A moment ago, he had been proudly waving his phone around, but now he seemed like a completely different person.

Luo Ying saw right through his pitiful attempt and wanted to say no, but she looked at Lu Zhao's familiar yet strange appearance. He was acting like a stray puppy who had finally found his longlost owner.

She sighed, and her heart softened.

Luo Ying took Lu Zhao's hand in hers and led him out the door. “Lu Zhao? Let's Lu Zhao was extremely submissive. He lowered his gaze and trailed Luo Ying closely.

In case Lu Zhao fell, the secretary quickly followed. He did not expect Lu Zhao to walk steadily.

The group walked toward the underground parking lot.

They bumped into an employee in the elevator. The employee greeted Lu Zhao, and Lu Zhao even nodded curtly.

Other than holding Luo Yings wrist tightly, it was impossible to tell that he was very drunk.

Luo Ying regarded Lu Zhao with suspicion. Was this an instinctive reaction learned through socialization?

Lu Zhao couldn't possibly be pretending to be drunk, could he?

The secretary took careful note of the employee's appearance and planned to speak with him later. It would be disastrous if rumors spread within the company.

However, nothing else happened after that. They were able to get into the car and drive back to Lu Zhao's villa.

“Luo Ying?” Lu Zhao asked every once in a while.

“Yes, I'm here.” Luo Ying answered helplessly every time

The private car sped by in the dark night. The neon lights outside the window occasionally reflected Lu Zhao's figure in Luo Yings eyes. Luo Yings emotions were erratic as well.

“I'm already tired of you.”

“How would anyone fancy a woman like you?

Luo Ying still remembered what Lu Zhao had said back then. Every word had pierced into her heart like a knife.

Even if she later guessed that Lu Zhao had deliberately hidden the poison from her and that the divorce was to keep her away from the Lu Familys dispute, she could not easily forgive such harm.

However, drunk men wore their hearts on their sleeves. Lu Zhao clearly never stopped thinking about her.. How could Luo Ying let go of him so easily?