Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Can you hurry up? Stop dilly-dallying.” Song Chuyi couldn’t stand her sweet and naive gaze.
Changqing still felt bad about it, but thinking that she would have a photo taken of her drunk-driving, the consequences were obvious. Especially for someone like her who was on the rise, she couldn’t afford any scandals.
In the midst of letting her imagination run wild, her petite body had already been carried over to the passenger’s seat by Song Chuyi. Changqing felt anxious. “Are you really okay? You were so drunk just now—can you still control the steering wheel?”
“I’m better now.” Song Chuyi stepped gently on the accelerator and the car glided forward.
Changqing bit her fist, buttering up to him weakly, her face just like a little fan-girl. “Song Chuchu, I suddenly find you very handsome.”
“You’re hiding your face,” Song Chuyi said with a laugh and withdrew his gaze. He wanted to feel for his phone when he suddenly cursed in his heart. Could it be that he left his phone at the manor?
He still wanted to give Li Shaobin, that rascal, a call. With Li Shaobin around, mere drunk-driving would be no problem.
However, without his cell phone, it would be a big problem.
His handsome face froze.
At that moment, a traffic policeman was already knocking on the window with a breathalyzer.
Changqing, who was wearing a mask, only exposed her large, watery eyes while looking at him nervously, feeling guilty.
Song Chuyi cursed inside and could only brace himself as he rolled down the window.
The traffic policeman got him to breathe out and laughed coldly. “Bro, your alcohol concentration is so high that this isn’t considered drunk-driving; this is driving drunk. Sign here, get out of the car and follow me to the side to take a seat.”
Song Chuyi breathed out and unfastened his seatbelt, saying to Changqing: “Go in front and grab a taxi back.”
“I’m okay. I’ll wait for you,” Changqing felt extremely bad. She definitely had to stand by him at this time.
“I suggest you head back. We have to do a blood test on him and in the worst-case scenario, he’ll have to be detained,” the traffic policeman said lazily.
Changqing was confused. “You have to be detained for drunk-driving? It’s that serious? Are you mistaken?”
“Pretty girl, he’s driving drunk. It’s a lot more serious.” The traffic policeman called his colleague over to drive the car.
Changqing was stumped for words. This was the first time she witnessed something like this. She regretted her decision. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have swapped places with him. Her charge would be drunk-driving at most. “Actually, just now…”
“You go home,” Song Chuyi interrupted her. Lowering his voice, he continued, “I said it—I know people, so I’ll just give him a call afterwards. I won’t be detained.”
Changqing thought about it carefully. He wasn’t only acquainted with Chief Zhan, but he was even from the Song family, so she believed him. “Then when will you be back? I’ll wait for you.”
Her huge, dark, eyes were as alluring as grapes. Song Chuyi sighed silently in his heart. “When my friend comes over, I might have to treat him to supper. Don’t wait for me.”
“Then give me a call when you’re okay.” Changqing got out of the car slowly.
When she left, she saw Song Chuyi standing at the side of the road with a few traffic policemen standing at the side, pointing fingers at him. At the side, the streetlight shone on his hair and the side of his face. Changqing felt as though something was tugging at the depths of her heart.
At that moment, Song Chuchu was a real man.
