Han Yueyao arrived soon using a car-hailing service.
She ran to the compartment on the top floor.
“Miss Han, you’re really fast.”
“Where’s Su Yu?”
It was very cold during the night in this northern city; Han Yueyao’s cheeks were red from the chilly air.
“He’s in the room.”
“Okay.”
Han Yueyao pushed the door open and barged in.
Obviously, she had come out in a hurry because An saw she had only a pair of thin pants under the down jacket.
Han Yueyao made a beeline to the sofa and dragged Su Yu up; she was very strong.
“Su Yu…”
Su Yu opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure before him.
“Come… Drink with me…”
“Look at you. You don’t look like the boss of Imperial Star.”
Han Yueyao was truly upset when she saw him like this.
She had a vague feeling that Su Yu was troubled by something, but she didn’t know what it was.
Seeing him try to numb himself with alcohol, she felt heartbroken.
“I’m not the boss… What bullshit boss am I? I’m only a trouble-maker who dragged his friends into trouble… Hic…”
Su Yu opened his mouth and let out an intense alcohol fume.
Looking at the wine bottles littering on the floor, Han Yueyao frowned slightly.
“You want to drink, right? Good… I’ll let you drink your fill.”
Angrily, she pulled Su Yu up and grabbed the wine bottle from his hand.
Then she poured the wine into his mouth…
Caught by surprise, Su Yu coughed violently.
“Ahem…” He pushed Han Yueyao away.
Undeterred, she poured the rest of the wine onto his head.
The cold wine entered his collar, clearing his head a bit.
“What did you do? I’ll beat you…”
Angry, Su Yu raised his fist but when he saw the person before him, he licked his lip and put it down.
“Go on, hit me. Why did you stop?” Han Yueyao asked with a sneer.
“What are you doing here?”
Su Yu lowered his head and brushed the wine from his shirt.
“I came to see how pathetic our boss is…”
“You see it now. If you’re done watching, you can go home…”
Ignoring her, he picked up another bottle of wine from the floor.
“Su Yu, stop it. Look at you… You’re not yourself… Tell me what’s bothering you, okay?”
Han Yueyao’s eyes were red-rimmed as she squatted down and leaned close to his face. She had never been so close to him before.
She could smell the unique scent of male hormones from his body.
If not for the tense atmosphere, she thought she’d be distracted by her attraction to him.
“You don’t understand. Han Yueyao, go… You won’t understand my sorrow. No one does,” drunk, Su Yu slurred out the words.
He gestured for her to go, not wanting to be disturbed.
“I won’t go. If you want to drink, I’ll drink with you… You’re sad, I’ll be sad with you… Su Yu, I don’t want you to be alone… I don’t want to see you alone.”
She released him and picked up a bottle of wine from the floor; she poured the contents into her mouth.
Standing at the entrance, An was stunned…
Miss Han was here to stop President Su from drinking, right? How come she began to drink, too?
How could he keep the situation under control?
