An hour later, Lu Muqian kept glancing at the private room door as if trying to see through the tightly shut barrier, even wishing to peer beyond it to check on the situation outside.
The truth was, Lu Muqian was worried about his young wife who had just left his side not long ago.
Just as he was considering whether to go out and look for her, the private room door suddenly swung open. Lu Muqian thought it was them returning.
Instead… the manager hurried in, interrupting the conversation inside.
“President Lu, Madam has had too much to drink at the bar. Miss Jiang asked me to fetch you to check on her.”
“What? How did she get drunk again?” The most surprised was An Chen, who looked at the manager with disbelief.
Is this little girl crazy? Doesn’t she know how poor her alcohol tolerance is? What’s worse, does she not remember how… clingy she becomes after getting drunk?
Hahaha, so it turns out Jiang Mengyue isn’t the only one who has witnessed An Yin’s drunken behavior.
Without asking further questions, Lu Muqian was the first to react. He strode out following the manager, who was already sweating slightly on his forehead, struggling to keep up with Lu Muqian’s pace.
While descending the stairs quickly, the man scanned the bar area for any familiar figures. Sure enough, he spotted a drunken woman with flushed cheeks, clinging tightly to her best friend in front of her and refusing to let go. Her cherry-like lips were slightly pouted, muttering something unintelligible.
As Lu Muqian approached them, Jiang Mengyue noticed his arrival and immediately tried to pry An Yin’s tightly wrapped hands from her waist.
“President Lu, you’re finally here. Please take her away quickly,” Jiang Mengyue said urgently as Lu Muqian arrived.
“Why won’t you hug me?”
“Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Hug me~.”
Only when Lu Muqian got closer did he hear what An Yin’s continuously moving lips were saying. It turned out Jiang Mengyue hadn’t been hugging her back, and the young woman was petulantly complaining.
“Yinyin?” Lu Muqian leaned in and tried calling An Yin’s name.
The drunken girl didn’t respond, so the man had to reach for her hand.
“No~, don’t touch me.” The young woman shook off the man’s attempt to hold her hand.
“Yinyin, someone’s here to take you home.”
“Go home? With who?”
“With your husband. Your husband is here to take you home. Let go quickly, or your husband will leave.” Jiang Mengyue knew An Yin cared most about her husband and deliberately teased her.
“No~, don’t go.” An Yin finally released her grip on Jiang Mengyue and looked around, as if genuinely searching for the husband Jiang Mengyue mentioned.
“Yinyin, I’m right here. Shall we go home?”
“Okay!” An Yin recognized the man’s appearance—it was indeed Lu Muqian—and threw herself back into his embrace.
Seeing how dependent An Yin was, Lu Muqian turned to look at Jiang Mengyue who hadn’t left yet.
Noticing his confusion, Jiang Mengyue explained, “Don’t mind it, President Lu. This is just how Yinyin gets when she’s drunk—very clingy. Please be patient with her when you get back.”
“Hmm!”
After bidding farewell to An Chen and the others, Lu Muqian took An Yin home.
On the way back, An Yin was extremely restless. Whenever Lu Muqian loosened his embrace even slightly, she would whimper coquettishly, “Wuwuwu, don’t let go~, want to be held~.”
Looking at her, Lu Muqian’s mind kept replaying the scene at the bar: how An Yin had only wanted Jiang Mengyue’s embrace, how dependent she was, and how after just a few words of coaxing, she had turned and thrown herself into his arms. He couldn’t help but wonder—would she have hugged anyone who happened to be near her at that moment?
Lu Muqian gritted his teeth—this was unbearable. He pulled An Yin’s hand away and helped her sit properly in the car.
An Yin refused to comply. The moment he let go, the young woman grew irritable, her eyes slightly reddened from the effects of alcohol.
Left with no choice, he raised his voice a little, “An Yin, sit properly.”
“No, if I sit properly, you won’t hold me.”
“Then let me ask you first, who am I?”
“My husband.” Her reply was surprisingly clear.
“And who is your husband?”
“Lu Muqian, my husband is Lu Muqian, hehe~.”
The man’s expression softened slightly. Good, she was still somewhat sober and hadn’t mistaken him for someone else.
An Yin lifted her arms and wrapped them around the man again, “Hold me~”
“Alright, I’ll hold you.”
Lu Muqian embraced An Yin once more, letting her sit on his lap. She obediently nestled against him, burying her small face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling gently.
After arriving home, Lu Muqian intended to prepare some honey water to help sober her up, but…
He couldn’t free himself from her grip no matter what. Lu Muqian had no choice but to carry her with one arm while fetching water with the other.
“Yinyin, open your mouth.”
An Yin turned her head and sipped the water from the cup held by the man.
When he brought her back to the bedroom, Lu Muqian initially wanted to bathe her before letting her sleep, but An Yin stubbornly refused to let go of him.
Lu Muqian sighed and muttered to himself, “If only Yinyin could cling to me like this when she’s sober.”
Drunk An Yin was incredibly clingy. If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, Lu Muqian would never have believed that she would ever cling to him like this again.
…………
The consequence of An Yin’s clinginess was… rubbing against Lu Muqian until he felt as hot as a blazing furnace, while the arsonist remained oblivious, adding fuel to the fire.
“Baby, be good and go to sleep.”
Unable to coax her into taking a bath, Lu Muqian could only persuade her to fall asleep quickly so he could cool down himself.
“I don’t want to sleep. You’re so hot—I want to take off my clothes to sleep.”
An Yin reached out to remove her clothes. Watching her movements, Lu Muqian’s veins bulged, his Adam’s apple bobbed sensually, and his temples throbbed from restraint.
Suddenly, the man flipped over and pinned her beneath him, grabbing An Yin’s hand as it rested on her clothing buttons to stop her from undressing. She stared up at him in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“Yinyin, please stop teasing me, alright?” If Lu Muqian weren’t so concerned about An Yin’s feelings, fearing that forcing himself on her would reset their relationship to square one, he wouldn’t be restraining himself like this.
An Yin blinked innocently and said, “I’m not doing anything. I just think you’re really hot.”
“Then, Yinyin, help your husband cool down, okay?”
“But… how do I do that?”
The man reconsidered—if Yinyin took the initiative, perhaps it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Your husband will teach you.”
“Mmm…”
…………
Little did An Yin know, she had been led into digging her own pit.