Su Chuiyun didn’t understand why she wasn’t supposed to drink.
The original novel hadn’t provided a detailed description. Perhaps Chen Yue, acting as a semi-elder, was simply worried about her being taken advantage of by others?
Su Chuiyun verbally agreed, “Okay, I won’t drink.”
Before her soul transmigration, Su Chuiyun had been a private smoker and drinker.
She called to contact Ming Shu but received a reply saying Ming Shu would try her best to make it. It wasn’t surprising; Ming Shu’s domestic business had recently become so busy her head was spinning.
Thus, Su Chuiyun arrived at the banquet address with only Bai Li.
Bai Li looked around with an unrefined gaze. “I thought it would be at a five-star hotel, I didn’t expect…”
Upon getting out of the car, Su Chuiyun was also startled by the layers of forest and wooden pavilions before her.
The path here was winding and secluded, with candles lit every few meters. The air carried a faint scent of osmanthus, making it feel as if they had stumbled into a moon palace fairyland.
From afar, the buildings looked like pavilions, but as they drew closer, they realized the structures were massive, it was like a palace built out of thin air in the middle of the city.
Su Chuiyun’s previous company had handled similar orders, the cost of raw materials alone was staggering.
Bai Li stared with wide eyes.
Su Chuiyun likewise stared with wide eyes.
Bai Li looked eagerly at Su Chuiyun. “Little Boss Su, let’s go in. President Ming probably won’t have time to come.”
As she spoke, Bai Li prepared to push the wheelchair.
She heard Su Chuiyun’s lips part slightly to utter a sentence. Bai Li expected some profound insight, but instead heard: “Is this an illegal construction?”
Bai Li: “…”
Fortunately, no one else nearby heard her, or they might have kicked her out.
Seeing Su Chuiyun arrive, Mrs. Qiao hurried over. “Chuiyun, long time no see. Why don’t I see your sister?”
Su Chuiyun made up an excuse. “Ming Shu is busy with other projects lately. Next time, I’ll have her come to your door personally to apologize.”
Mrs. Qiao smiled beams. “Nonsense. Chuiyun, please go inside.”
Mrs. Qiao added, “Chuiyun and Ming Shu have such a good relationship.”
Clearly, Mrs. Qiao didn’t associate Ming Shu with the main Ming family. Ming Shu was currently in the limelight and had several cooperative projects with the government; everyone was eager to befriend her.
Su Chuiyun gave an “en” in response. “She is my sister, of course our relationship is close.”
Mrs. Qiao’s young daughter standing beside her said, “Exactly. Last time my mom and I went to offer incense, I saw the two of you through the car window doing…”
Before the girl could finish, Su Chuiyun immediately interrupted, “Nothing happened!”
“I haven’t even said it yet…” the girl said. “I saw Ming Shu tying your shoelaces.”
Su Chuiyun: “…”
The girl continued: “After she finished tying them…”
Su Chuiyun held her breath.
The girl was amused by her nervous look. “Mom and I didn’t see anything else, just Ming Shu kissing your hand. You looked so nervous you were about to cry, it was so cute.”
Su Chuiyun collapsed internally.
Based on the descriptions in the original novel, Su Chuiyun managed to recognize most of the guests. Most of those invited to the manor for the banquet were big shots who had business dealings with the Su family.
Seeing Su Chuiyun arrive, the staff immediately and diligently asked if she needed a towel, if she was hungry or thirsty, or if she wanted the air conditioning adjusted.
At first, Su Chuiyun responded with a few words, but seeing how enthusiastic Mrs. Qiao and the staff were, she realized they would keep talking even if she remained silent.
The main doors swung open from both sides. As Mrs. Qiao pushed Su Chuiyun’s wheelchair inside, everyone stopped their small talk.
The girl in the wheelchair with smoke-gray eyes didn’t have the awkwardness of a blind person; instead, she leaned back in her chair leisurely. A string of white jade beads hung from her wrist, but what caught the eye most were the diamond earrings on her lobes and the diamond ring on her ring finger.
While they couldn’t identify the ring, these elites had last seen those earrings in a private museum abroad.
The moment Su Chuiyun entered, someone immediately approached to greet her. “Little Boss Su, I’m from the Shen family. We ordered a rosewood mother of pearl square table from you a while ago, do you remember me?”
Su Chuiyun raised her eyes slightly. The young man standing before her felt his back stiffen under her gaze.
Shen Tanyang had been entrusted by his elders to build a good relationship with the Su family. He originally thought the Su family’s daughter would have a weak personality because she couldn’t see, but he didn’t expect to be frozen by those unfocused eyes the moment he spoke, unable to finish his flattery.
After being stared at for a long while, cold sweat began to bead on Shen Tanyang’s forehead.
The unfocused smoke-gray eyes were so beautiful they seemed unearthly. Combined with this dreamlike moon palace manor, she looked as if she were about to ascend to a higher realm.
“I remember you,” Su Chuiyun said. “You can collect it next month. The table legs are decorated with hollowed-out lotus and gourd patterns; I think you’ll like it.”
Businessmen care most about auspicious meanings. Shen Tanyang breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to pull out a handkerchief to wipe his cold sweat.
Shen Tanyang had originally harbored some designs on Su Chuiyun, but after being stared at quietly for a moment, those thoughts vanished completely.
Su Chuiyun took a glass of ice water and engaged in business pleasantries with those around her.
Mrs. Qiao had invited many guests. Surrounded by the crowd, Su Chuiyun naturally couldn’t see the faces of everyone present.
Consequently, she missed Song Xi standing behind the portico.
Song Xi’s eyes were fixed intently on Su Chuiyun. Since being warned by Ming Shu in the garden last time, she had been terrified for quite a while after returning home.
Recently, someone had quietly told her that unidentified people were checking her bank statements and that strangers were loitering around her door they didn’t look like good people.
Song Xi immediately thought of Ming Shu and silently gritted her teeth in anger.
Hiding in the crowd while Su Chuiyun was chatting and placed her glass on the table, Song Xi stepped forward, took the original ice water, and replaced it with a glass of alcohol.
Su Chuiyun’s throat felt dry from talking. She picked up the glass and took a sip.
Her mouth was instantly filled with the heavy aroma of grain-based alcohol.
Su Chuiyun smacked her lips, feeling her face grow hot.
She noticed a similar scent coming from other people’s glasses and assumed she had simply picked up the wrong one.
The aroma was rich, she estimated it was over 40% ABV.
In her past life, Su Chuiyun was a legendary drinker who had tasted every alcohol available. Countless contracts had been secured through her drinking one glass at a time.
If she hadn’t transmigrated into this book, she could have paid off her mortgage just by drinking…
Su Chuiyun’s brain felt a bit dizzy, so she didn’t overindulge. She set the glass down and rubbed her aching temples.
Remembering Chen Yue’s words, she put the glass down and intended to leave. “Bai Li, I’m going to the restroom to wash my face. Entertain them for me.”
“Oh, okay.” Bai Li blocked the people who wanted to continue the business talk.
Inside the quiet restroom.
Su Chuiyun cupped cold water in her hands. She felt her face getting hotter and hotter, and her consciousness was being stirred like a pot of porridge.
Song Xi only knew that Su Chuiyun became particularly easy to talk to when drunk, but she didn’t know the specifics. She stood at the restroom door, planning to enter in a few minutes.
She had originally planned to use this opportunity to “cook the rice” with Su Chuiyun…
While Song Xi was lost in her daydream, a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder. “Miss Song, we meet again.”
Ming Shu’s voice exploded in her ear. Song Xi shrieked: “Why are you here!”
Ming Shu didn’t answer. After casting a chilling glance at her, she immediately went inside.
Ming Shu had finished her work and rushed to the banquet. This was the first time her sister had formally invited her to an event, how could she bear not to come?
In the mirror, Su Chuiyun’s face was flushed. Her body leaned against the wheelchair as if she had no bones, and a mist had settled over her smoke-gray eyes.
She seemed to be seeing hallucinations.
Mist rose around her. Su Chuiyun looked at the doorway with confused eyes, rubbed them, and then gave a silly smile. “Holy crap, I really am drunk.”
The original host couldn’t touch alcohol not just because of low tolerance, but because it caused hallucinations.
She was drunk, she was seeing Ming Shu.
Su Chuiyun struggled to stand up from the wheelchair and stumbled into Ming Shu’s arms.
Not only did she see Ming Shu, but Ming Shu was also wearing a pair of cat ears on her head and had a thick, long cat tail behind her!
It was a beautiful lucky cat!
Meow-ow!
“What are you touching?” Ming Shu caught her hands that were flailing about. “You’ve been drinking.”
“Shu-Cat!”
Ming Shu frowned and scooped up her little girlfriend. “Your leg is broken, don’t move around recklessly.”
She hadn’t forgotten how many advantages Su Chuiyun had taken of her using the excuse of her leg injury, so she subconsciously felt Su Chuiyun’s leg was very fragile.
Song Xi was curious about what was happening inside, but before she could get close, she was blocked by Ming Shu’s subordinates.
In Su Chuiyun’s eyes, the tail at Ming Shu’s tailbone was lively. The white lucky cat’s tail seemed to have a life of its own, curling around Su Chuiyun’s wrist.
Su Chuiyun felt the unique fluffy texture and warmth of the cat tail. She reached out to catch it.
The restroom wasn’t exactly a private place. Mrs. Qiao’s daughter happened to come over to touch up her lipstick.
She watched with wide eyes as Su Chuiyun’s hand landed squarely on Ming Shu’s tailbone (buttocks).
With a sharp smack, Ming Shu’s face stiffened. She scolded in a low voice: “A-Yun!”
The young girl: Oh ho!
Was she allowed to see this?
Under the haze of alcohol, Su Chuiyun’s consciousness was blurred as she whined softly,
“Such a thick tail, mmm! I’m being tied up by the tail!”
“Shu-Shu Cat, cuddles.”
As she spoke, Su Chuiyun patted Ming Shu’s buttocks again. After squeezing a couple of times and feeling unsatisfied, she pouted, “Bad cat, let me go QAQ”
Ming Shu: “?”
She held Su Chuiyun even tighter.
Was her sister drunk, or had she been poisoned?
Just then, Ming Shu was suddenly bitten on the lips by Su Chuiyun.
Su Chuiyun felt as if she were in a dream. “Why doesn’t the lucky cat meow?” Strange, is Shu-Shu a mute cat?