Chapter 369: Chapter 367 Wan Yu Gets Drunk
Jian Xi bit her red lips.
Huang Ying was going to come back, which meant all their previous efforts were wasted. She knew Xinxin was not easy to get along with. She really didn’t know what Xinxin had done to make Huang Ying feel so freaked out that she was screaming about not being able to stand it anymore.
For the sake of her son, she could shamelessly drag Si Yuhuan, his biological father, into the abyss, but she absolutely could not allow the people around her to be trapped as well.
"I’ll send someone to pick you up immediately. Don’t get into any conflict with Xinxin..."
She had just finished speaking when she heard Huang Ying laughing. "Oh my, I’m just venting a bit. How could I think of running away at the first sign of trouble? If I were that weak, how could I say I’d help my beloved man regain his standing!" Her speech had a touch of a gang boss’s tone, which left Jian Xi unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Huang Ying murmured, "Xinxin is truly weird, but she seems to have an appointment with someone. She’s currently dressing up meticulously, so I guess she won’t be back tonight. Oh, right! That big shot hasn’t been seen for days; who knows if he’s still alive. If he’s dead, wouldn’t our current difficulties be easily resolved?"
She said a lot, but Jian Xi only registered one sentence: "She has an appointment with someone."
At that moment, Si Yuhuan came downstairs. He had groomed himself; his sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes complemented his sculpted, exceptionally handsome features. He had changed into a custom-tailored suit that hugged his perfect figure. His long legs carried him to her in a few strides, but he walked past without a glance and left.
"Xixi? Are you listening to me?"
Jian Xi pursed her lips. I think I know who she’s meeting.
This damn man! One second he was holding her in his arms, all tender affection as if he loved her deeply, and the next he could be off on a date with another woman, full of vigor. Not a trace of fatigue on him! Indeed, good fortune invigorates the spirit! May he be so happy he drops dead!
Huang Ying, true to her profession as a psychologist, lowered her voice and exclaimed, "She’s not meeting Si Yuhuan, is she?"
Jian Xi snorted coldly. "Probably."
She was in no mood to dwell on the emotional entanglement between the two. She should have known long ago that this ever-alluring charmer could attract love wherever he went. In the future, Xinxin would control the Secret Gate. Used properly, she could become his strong right hand. He could probably regain through Xinxin the satisfaction he missed with Fu Shengyuan. If they hit it off and collaborated, wouldn’t the whole of China be his for the taking? What a meticulously laid plan! And to think she still felt such deep guilt.
A cascade of thoughts flooded her mind, and Jian Xi felt an inexplicable wave of displeasure. She didn’t even know what she was angry about.
She hastily hung up on Huang Ying, then went upstairs and furiously pummeled her pillow again.
Finally, deflated, she lay on the bed. Her mind raced with thoughts, and for the first time in a long while, she began to dream of her past life.
"Don’t—"
She woke with a start. Her mind was filled with images of herself wholeheartedly devoted to Si Yuhuan, of him ordering someone to harm her parents, and of his secretary running her over with a car. It was all so vivid that she almost believed the past year or more had been nothing but a dream.
She took deep breaths, then got up, wanting a glass of water, but the cup on her nightstand was empty.
Jian Xi staggered downstairs. The living room was empty. She looked up at the study; not a sliver of light emanated from within. He hadn’t come back.
The clock hands pointed to two in the morning.
Bastard! Jian Xi cursed inwardly as she drank water and glanced at her phone. Wan Yu had sent her a location two hours ago: a business bar. It came with the message: "These bosses nowadays are really a handful, still drinking this late. Xixi, I miss your big brother."
Ugh! She must be drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn’t send a message like that.
Jian Xi immediately called her. The call connected quickly.
"Huh? You’re not asleep?" Wan Yu’s voice came through, sounding surprised. She then seemed to think something was wrong. "Did something happen? I’ll come over right now—UGH—"
Wan Yu started to vomit profusely. Someone nearby taunted, "No way, President Wan! You’re throwing up after just that much? Your tolerance is really shot now!"
"Hurry up, President Wan! President Jin is waiting for you to start the game!"
"UGH—"
Wan Yu must have drunk a lot; otherwise, she wouldn’t be too sick to even retort, just frantically vomiting.
"I’m fine. I’m coming to pick you up and take you home now," Jian Xi said.
After hanging up, Jian Xi immediately went upstairs to change, grabbed a car from the garage, and headed straight for Joselia Bar.
Inside, the bar was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and vibrant colors. She felt a bit overwhelmed and quickly scanned the room, spotting a group of people in a corner not far away. They were laughing boisterously, urging the woman at the center of their group to have another drink.
Jian Xi walked over quickly. Her tall figure and striking face drew whistles and stares from many men under the dazzling lights.
Ignoring the men whose senses were dulled by alcohol and who were acting without inhibition, she approached the group. "Yu Yu?"
Getting closer, she realized it wasn’t Wan Yu. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
The woman grabbed Jian Xi’s arm. "What a beautiful lady! Want to join us for a game?"
"She’s not playing!"
Before Jian Xi could refuse, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Wan Yu gave her a groggy smile, then her whole body slumped against Jian Xi. "You’re finally here."
She clung to Jian Xi like a koala. "I feel so awful! Where is that bastard Jian Mingcheng? Why hasn’t he contacted me since he got back? Does he have any idea how much I’ve run myself ragged for his company these past few days? I almost got caught just keeping an eye on Fu Wenxin! WAAAH! I’ve risked my life and fortune for you and your brother! He’s so heartless, not even a single call!"
Wan Yu vented all her frustrations, wishing she could pour out every last drop of bitterness in her heart.
Finally, Jian Xi understood why her clever friend, who could usually hold her liquor and was adept at dodging drinks, had gotten herself into this state. Her brother had made her angry, so she’d resorted to drinking her sorrows away.
"Alright, alright, don’t be upset," Jian Xi said, her heart aching for her friend. "Later, we’ll go find him ourselves and demand an explanation."
Love makes one humble. And her brother was such a workaholic, a clueless, straight-laced guy.
Several men nearby began to approach them. "Don’t be upset, ladies. It pains us to see you like this. There are plenty of men here, any type you want! Stay with us, and we guarantee you a good time."
They swaggered closer, reeking of alcohol. Jian Xi was supporting Wan Yu and couldn’t easily retaliate, so she could only warn, "Get out of the way!"
She started to lead Wan Yu away. One man boldly reached out and grabbed Wan Yu’s slender waist. "Where are you going? Stay and play for a bit!"
Wan Yu retorted, "Play with this!" and slapped him hard across the face.
A fiery red palm print quickly appeared on the man’s face.
"You little bitch!" the man roared, his face flushed from alcohol and his ego bruised. "You dare refuse a toast only to invite a forfeit!" He raised his hand to strike back.
Jian Xi kicked out.
THUMP!
The man stumbled and fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen and howling, "It hurts! She’s killing me! What are you all standing there for? Get them for me!"