When Mu Yan arrived at her destination, it was almost noon. She went directly from the airport to the promotional event site.
After a short three-hour stay locally, she flew to another city with the others.
When the event ended in the evening, Mu Yan felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion.
Yet Wang Linjia, as if injected with adrenaline, insisted on dragging everyone to go drinking together.
Director Chen Zhou and people like Li Yushen didn’t object, so naturally, Mu Yan couldn’t leave either.
In the private room, several male actors surrounded Director Chen Zhou and drank heavily, while Wang Linjia stood by with a bottle, cheering them on.
"Co on, co on, fill up for Director Chen."
"Young Master Song, your alcohol tolerance isn’t good enough, keep going!"
"Oh, Li Yushen, are you a man or not? If you’re a man, you should chug it directly from the bottle."
Mu Yan exchanged glances with the other female actors beside her, wondering what had gotten into Wang Linjia today?
This completely overturned her cool and glamorous image.
Suddenly, Wang Linjia looked over and frowned as she said, "Hey, hey, hey, why did you all stop? Drink up, the drinks are on today, don’t be shy."
The female actors imdiately raised their glasses and said, "Sister Lin Jia, we’ll drink."
Mu Yan held her wine glass, pretending to drink in an attempt to get by without drinking too much.
Wang Linjia suddenly sat next to her, resting her arm on Mu Yan’s shoulder, "I say Yanyan, not giving your sister any face?"
The other female actors, seeing Wang Linjia co over, all went to join Chen Zhou and the others.
Yanyan? Mu Yan’s hair stood on end; since when had she beco so close to Wang Linjia?
"No, no," she quickly said, "Sister Lin Jia, I’m not good with alcohol, I rarely drink."
"If you’re bad with alcohol, you need to practice. Drink!" Wang Linjia said with a commanding presence, her gaze fixed intently on Mu Yan.
Under her intense gaze, Mu Yan felt a tingling on her scalp and had no choice but to drink.
"That’s more like it." Wang Linjia poured another drink for both herself and Mu Yan.
"Co, let’s have one," Wang Linjia said, raising her glass and downing it in one go, then looked at Mu Yan.
Mu Yan, "..."
She really wondered if she had offended Wang Linjia; otherwise, why was Linjia forcing her to drink?
But still, alcohol was indeed a good thing.
When you drink too much, you stop thinking about those botherso things.
She called Jiang Jingheng again in the afternoon, and his phone was still switched off.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he had changed his mind and was avoiding her?
If he wasn’t sure, why did he co to flirt with her!
The two of them continued drinking glass after glass, and with her low tolerance, Mu Yan was already feeling tipsy.
"All n are jerks," Wang Linjia suddenly shouted.
Mu Yan stared at her for a few seconds and then shouted along, "Right, all n are jerks."
The two exchanged a glance, feeling like they had found a long-lost soulmate, and simultaneously raised their glasses, "Cheers!"
The "jerks" who were drinking looked over, their expressions inexplicable.
Did they get hit even while drinking?
Song Cheng’an saw that Mu Yan was drunk and wouldn’t dare let her drink any more.
He greeted the others and took her back to the hotel first.
Just as they arrived at the hotel, Song Cheng’an received a call from Jiang Jingheng.
"I’m bringing her up now; she’s drunk." He hung up the call and looked at the dazed Mu Yan beside him, feeling a sense of lancholy.
Once Jing Heng sees her this drunk, he’s probably going to want to kill him.
Jiang Jingheng stood at the room’s entrance, looking toward the elevator direction. Soon, he saw Song Cheng’an supporting her as they ca out of the elevator.
He imdiately walked over, took her from Song Cheng’an’s arms, and held her in his embrace.
Mu Yan squird uncomfortably in his arms, tilting her head to look at him, her face a picture of confusion.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, her slightly pouting lips were alluring, and her entire deanor exuded an irresistible charm, making it hard for anyone to resist taking a sip.
Jiang Jingheng’s eyes darkened as he looked at Song Cheng’an, a storm brewing in his gaze, "Who gave you permission to let her drink?"
The thought that other n might see her like this made him bristle with hostility.
Song Cheng’an rubbed his nose, feeling a bit guilty, "I didn’t realize her tolerance was so low."
Jiang Jingheng said coldly, "Do you think I’ll accept that reason?"
Just then, he felt a tightness around his neck, sothing curling around him.
As he turned his head and glanced down, his lips were suddenly t with a warm softness.
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