Past nine in the evening, Mingdu Grand Hotel.
Two beautiful won of different styles were supporting a tall man into the lobby.
The three seed to have drunk quite a bit, especially the man being helped, whose eyes were half-open, and his steps unsteady. Without help, he might have fallen after a few steps.
Despite supporting him with their hands, the two won, weakened by their own drinking, struggled to walk straight, swaying as they moved together.
They stumbled to the front desk, where the receptionist glanced at the man, finding him familiar, and tentatively asked, "Would you like a room?"
Huang Tianxuan blushed and hesitated, "Check on him..."
"Ah, I ended up here!"
Li Peifeng glanced around, his voice hoarse and laughing, "710, 710! Why ask her, my legs are just weak, the alcohol hasn’t gotten to my head."
Lu Yao, holding his waist with her left hand, gently nudged his head with her right thumb, smiling, "Not bad, little brother, drinking that much without getting drunk!"
"Really?"
"Of course, you had five bottles of rice wine at lunch! And then so much beer and spirits in the afternoon, you must be the strongest drinker I know."
"You’re too kind!"
With that, he took the lead, guiding the three into the elevator.
The position was still the sa; you support him, I also support him. But Li Peifeng felt a certain mature woman drawing circles in his palm, what’s that about?
Forgive , the alcohol has reached my head, I don’t understand...
Li Peifeng shook his head and said, "Thank you both, this book signing event’s success is all thanks to you, sisters. I’m deeply grateful. If you ever need my help, just say the word, I’ll support you through thick and thin, no regrets!"
"Alright, alright, go to sleep quickly."
Huang Tianxuan rolled her eyes, "Don’t you have business in Wuzhen tomorrow?"
"Huh?" Li Peifeng questioned, then answered himself as if rembering, "Oh!"
Lu Yao stayed silent, just watching the elevator doors with a smile, lost in thought.
"Ding dong~"
The seventh floor arrived, and the three stepped into the corridor.
Li Peifeng burped, his voice fluctuating, "That’s enough, sisters, you know there’s always a farewell at the end of a long journey."
"The farewell is not the end."
Lu Yao chuckled, "But we’re here... pull out your room card, we’ll help you to bed and leave."
Leave we must, and leave with Huang Tianxuan the hindrance, but as soon as we leave the hotel, I’ll double back, just wait, this drunken author brother is quite adorable, haha..."
"Hey, it’s here!"
Li Peifeng squinted hard and took out his room card, just as he opened the room, next door opened too.
"Click!"
He looked sluggishly around, saw the woman, and foolishly smiled, "Hey hey, my wife!!"
"..."
Zhao Qingge stood at the door with her arms crossed, her face pale.
Oh no, am I a mistress now?
Lu Yao panicked and stepped away from Li Peifeng, while Huang Tianxuan looked at him speechless, "Are you really drunk? She’s your ntor!"
"Ah, ntor!" Li Peifeng nodded again, "What’s wrong?"
"What did you just call her?"
Li Peifeng tilted his head and blinked, "Oh, my dear ntor!"
"Really?"
Huang Tianxuan, a bit confused from drinking, thought she misheard, "Alright, get inside!"
"This silly brother!"
The most sober of all, Lu Yao suddenly rembered that "Yi Liang Feng" did ntion in the group chat that he was traveling with his ntor, and why would a couple book two separate rooms? She was relieved.
But this ans the plan to double back might fall through...
"Alright alright, get him inside!"
They got Li Peifeng to the large bed inside, Zhao Qingge entered too, nodding, "Thank you both."
"No problem."
Huang Tianxuan, sowhat guilty, said, "We should’ve watched over him better, but the fans were too enthusiastic, they made him drink too much."
Lu Yao glanced at Zhao Qingge, nodded, and left.
Huang Tianxuan yawned, showing fatigue, "We’ll head out, let him sleep here."
"Hmm, thank you, I’ll walk you out."
After seeing them off in the elevator, Zhao Qingge returned quickly to room 710, angrily exclaid, "What’s going on? Why are you back so late and so drunk?!"
"Water, get so water first!"
Watching Li Peifeng roll around on the bed, Zhao Qingge’s anger dissipated, she sighed and brought water and a wet towel.
"Wipe yourself, you sll like alcohol!"
"Gulp gulp gulp~"
Li Peifeng downed the water in one go, laid back, eyes shut, chuckling.
"Just how much did you drink..."
Zhao Qingge frowned, wiping his face, and after she finished, he said enjoying it...
"My wife is so nice!"
"Shut up!!!"
ntioning that made Zhao Qingge snap, slapping his head, her lips trembling with anger, "Sober up!!"
Li Peifeng didn’t feel pain, even grabbing the hand that hit him, holding it to his chest, sighing deeply, "ntor, my book sold its film rights!!"
"What?!"
Surprised, Zhao Qingge forgot to pull back her hand, hurriedly asking, "Really? Are you not just drunk rambling?"
"Endpoint’s editor called at two this afternoon."
Li Peifeng caressed the silky hand on his chest, chuckling, "I’d just finished lunch with fans, when they heard the news, they insisted I treat for dinner again, I was happy to, that’s why I’m this drunk..."
No wonder!
Zhao Qingge looked at her hand and Li Peifeng, forgiving him, letting him hold her as she curiously asked, "Which book sold?"
"’Devil CEO Stuck on ’, post-tax fifty thousand! New director, web series, I think it will flop! But who cares!"
Li Peifeng rambled, "Money cos tomorrow, and the print book rights might sell soon too! My career, no regrets!"
"Ha, you’re loving it!"
Zhao Qingge chuckled silently, happy for him, becoming less mad about the late-night drama involving two female fans.
"Alright, get so rest, tomorrow we’ll go to Wuzhen together, I’ll get you when I wake up."
"..."
He still held onto Zhao Qingge’s hand.
"Let go!" Zhao Qingge gritted her teeth, the hand unmoving, she grew angrier, "You’re hurting . Are you suicidal? Do you rember your last na?"
"Last na?"
Li Peifeng paused, then mused, "That’s a good question! I do feel I’m not Li Peifeng anymore, my book is becoming a drama, I’m publishing print books!"
Suddenly sitting up, he looked sharp, as if emitting blue light, babbling, "I am Li Wudi! I’m the best! I want to go down in history! Be a great writer! Break through the surface! Be Superman!!"
"..."
Zhao Qingge was shocked, what’s happening to this guy? Does drinking change him?
After several seconds, Li Peifeng smacked his lips, looked around the room like discovering Zhao Qingge anew, showing a shy expression, "Actually I need to pee."
"You!"
Zhao Qingge pointed a trembling finger at him, voice shaking too, "Repeat what you need?"
"Wife~"
Li Peifeng’s face reddened, "Help to the bathroom, I need to pee!"
(Caught a cold, used three rolls of tissue today, my head full of mucus, hence the late update.)
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