1785 A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart Part Thirty

  She instructed Yan Rusheng, “Remember to teach Lu Yinan a lesson. Tell him to stop acting as if he likes her and truly wants to be with her.”


  Yan Rusheng’s eyes lit up. He smiled smugly. “As expected.”


  ‘As expected?’ It confused Xuxu. “What?”


  Then she immediately waved at him. “On second thought, don’t tell me.”


  The wicked smile on his face showed that it was definitely something inappropriate.

  She was better off not hearing what he had to say.

  Yan Rusheng replied, “As expected, you like how I chased you. You don’t mean what you say.”


  Xuxu rolled her eyes and stood up. She forcefully closed the door.

  The car shook with her slam.

  She had wanted to show some concern for him.

  But seeing that look on his face, she decided not to.

  “This stupid woman!” Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth and stared as Xuxu rushed into the pub. He loved and…… loved her.

  He only drove off when Xuxu had disappeared from his view.

  Xuxu retreated two steps and looked outside to see Yan Rusheng’s car leave. She smiled. “What a fool.”


  The pub was situated on Peace Street, in the heart of the capital city.

  The pub was situated in the middle of the street so it was high class. Those who entered were only the rich and wealthy.

  The environment was better than usual too. Men and women alike, all of them looked gentle, refined, and polite.

  They sat together in two’s and three’s, talking jovially.

  Xuxu scanned the area but it was too dark. There were bright lights shining everywhere too, so it took her some time before she could eventually find Zhou Shuang in the corner.

  She was sitting alone at a space meant for six.

  Xuxu walked over. There were two bottles of strong alcohol on the table. One bottle was opened and half empty.

  Zhou Shuang didn’t see her. She finished a glass and stretched out her hand to pour herself a second glass when Xuxu caught her arm. “Zhou Shuang, enough. Why are you drinking so much?”


  “Xuxu, you’re here.” Zhou Shuang peered up at her drunkenly. She smiled foolishly and said, “Just in time. Sit down and drink with me.”


  Then she grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit beside her.

  She picked up the bottle of alcohol and poured some into an empty glass.

  Xuxu pushed the glass further away and frowned at her. “I didn’t come to drink with you.”


  “But I asked you here to drink with me,” Zhou Shuang said, lifting her glass and stuffing it into Xuxu’s hands.

  F*ck. She didn’t have a high tolerance for alcohol. Why did Zhou Shuang ask her to drink with her?

  The fellow was drunk now and there was no point in telling her all this. Xuxu took the glass from her and stared at her. “What are you doing? All because of a man?”


  “He isn’t a man,” Zhou Shuang mumbled. She looked up at the dim yellow lights on the ceiling and smiled. “Would a man let a woman scratch his face? Would a man be unable to handle two women?”


  Xuxu realized that she had been drinking too much and snatched her glass away. “Enough. Stop drinking. If you have anything else to say, tell me now.”


  Zhou Shuang immediately snatched the glass back from her. “Let me drink.”