The Lover's Prattle

The CEO//1

— For once he was opening his wallet for a meal, rather than a session in bed.

Over the past few years, it was rare for Feng Qi to get drunk. As his company flourished, the number of people who dared to drink with him dwindled, and his tolerance for alcohol built up.

Tonight, he was drunk and alone.

A woman he had not seen in a long time laid in her husband's arms. Her cheerful voice was soft and tender. The tall man kept her in his embrace and frowned when he saw the red wine in her hand. He told—demanded—the waiter to exchange it for a cup of warm milk.

Braced against one of the trees bordering the roadside, Feng Qi vomited for a long time. He felt his viscera churn, and his thoughts drift. His chauffeur was forced to support his weight as they moved along.

It was already two in the morning, so the neighborhood was silent and lit only by streetlight.

The chauffeur helped Feng Qi out of the elevator, and they were greeted by a waft of cool air.

Feng Qi's hazy eyes and wrinkled brows gave away his inebriation[1], but even that couldn't suppress his naturally imposing aura. The chauffeur rang the doorbell and waited, his apprehension mounting as the seconds ticked by. Even so, he knew that given the circumstances, there was no better choice than this.

He heard movement from behind the doors, followed by a soft and raspy reply.

"Coming."

Calm, even after being roused.

The chauffeur eyed the door as the sound of footsteps grew louder. He was identified through the peephole before the door opened. Warm light spilled out, landing illusory heat on his clothes.

The woman's name was Qingruo. She had a shawl wrapped over her pajamas, and her eyes were clouded with grogginess. Her hair was tied back, albeit loosely.

Her surprise when she saw Feng Qi half-leaning on the chauffeur was obvious, but her voice maintained its gentleness.

"Mr. Feng?"

Feng Qi narrowed his eyes, though at this point, his imposing aura was nothing more than a bluff; he was too drunk to even muster a reply. The chauffeur smiled.

"Pardon us for the intrusion, Miss Song, but President Feng had a few drinks. Would you mind?" After following Feng Qi for so many years, the chauffeur had become rather quick-witted.

In any case, he was just being polite. He knew that Qingruo wouldn't reject, as her agent had already sent her address and photo to Feng Qi's assistant. To put it bluntly, she was included in a completed business transaction.

Earlier, Feng Qi was at a dinner party. He'd left the chauffeur with a card that contained Qingruo's address, and the implication of that was clear—Feng Qi had planned to visit Qingruo from the start. The only problem was that he ended up encountering An Qi and got drunk. Most likely, his assistant had yet to inform Qingruo about the visit.

The chauffeur's goal was to drop Feng Qi off as soon as he could, wherever he could, and Miss Song's residence had coincidentally been nearby.

Qingruo nodded and helped Feng Qi over. The man lived up to his notorious playboy reputation as he drunkenly leaned into her shoulder and breathed in, his lips curving into a flirtatious smile before parting to say, "You smell good~"

The chauffeur was still standing by the door. He turned a blind eye and was about to leave when he heard Qingruo say, "Sorry to trouble you. Please have a safe trip back."