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In no time, both the guinea pig and the human got drunk.
As they drank, Zhan Beiye drank very little as he attentively refilled Meng Fuyao's bowl with food and poured her wine.
Incidents happened in between when a man played the finger-guessing game with another man and lost painfully. The man who lost slammed the table and yelled, ”I don't have money today! Go to Ximen Hu where the fresh flowers are to collect the money tomorrow evening, after that time I will not be entertaining you!”
The other man scolded, ”How the hell would I know what time you will be coming?”
”I work at the Yao family, the one with 300 workers. There are three shifts, and when I am done with my shift I will head over!”
”I don't have the free time to wait!”
”Forget it! I might be free in the late afternoon, wait for me there.”
”Fine!”
This conversation, or rather fight, amused the customers sitting around as they laughed and continued drinking.
As the two continued quarreling while making their way out, the door to a private room suddenly opened. An old man slowly walked out, hunched over, as the waiter supported him, ”Eunuch Hua, please be careful.”
Eunuch Hua's vision was blurred from overdrinking, and he babbled, ”Why is it so dark outside? It's hard to walk outside at night. Quick, go and pack some wine. My Qiu Er is still waiting for a drink in the West Courtyard.”
The waiter quickly went to fill up the wine. The old eunuch staggered, making his way to the door and accidentally tripped over Zhan Beiye's outstretched leg. ”Aiya”, he screamed as he fell, ”Which bast*rd dares to trip your grandfather?!”
Zhan Beiye leaned forward to catch him as he apologized, ”I'm sorry, please forgive me.”
The old eunuch held onto Zhan Beiye's hand, pulling himself up with much difficulty. Squinting, he grabbed Zhan Beiye's sleeve and with a trembling voice, said, ”Just an apology? My old brittle bones are going to fall apart from this fall, and you are just going to apologize? Say, how else are you going to show your sincerity?”
The crowd snickered as they listened — this old drunkard came here, got drunk, and fell every day. And almost every single time, someone tripped this ”brittle bones” and ended up compensating him. This old eunuch most probably relied on the compensation to be able to afford drinking such good wine every day.
Looks of pity came from the surrounding customers — another victim!
This drunk eunuch grabbed onto Zhan Beiye and refused to let go. Helpless, Zhan Beiye searched his pockets and finally managed to dig out a silver coin and hesitantly placed in Eunuch Hua's palm. ”Here, for you to visit the doctor,” said Zhan Beiye.
The drunk eunuch weighed the silver in his palm and used his almost toothless mouth to bite the silver. ”I'm going easy on you,” the eunuch sneered as he threw the silver Zhan Beiye just compensated him into the waiter's hands, ”Your tip,”
”Thank you!” The waiter beamed as he held the silver in his hands.
A uniformed ”tsk” came from the crowd in disapproval as they found this old eunuch evil for extorting a broke person just for the fun of it.
After another few rounds of drinking, the sky darkened outside, and the waiter came to ask the two if they were planning to stay the night.
”Two… no, one room” he replied as he saw the surprised look on the waiter's face.
He half-dragged, half carried the drunk Fuyao to the inn in the courtyard as he explained, ”Everything about this brother of mine is good, it's just that he really likes to drink.”
”That's tough on you, would you like me to help you carry him?” The waiter offered.
”No, it's alright,” Zhan Beiye smiled as he threw Fuyao over his shoulder, ”It's more convenient this way.”
He carried Meng Fuyao into the room, kicked the door shut, and ordered, ”Bring a pail of water for washing!”
”Yes, sir!”
Zhan Beiye threw Meng Fuyao that was sleeping like a pig on the bed. She rolled around and hugged the blanket, murmuring, ”Yuan Bao… why are you so big…”
Lord Yuan Bao rolled out, hugging the teacup, ”Chichi, chichichi…”
A rough translation would be, ”Meng Fuyao, why is your waist as fat as your butt…”
Zhan Beiye stood beside the bed and looked at Meng Fuyao for a while. Afterward, he sat down, took out her shoes for her, took off the mask and unfolded the blanket to cover her up with.
He was so serious, so slow and so careful when carrying out this series of actions, as though there would be no next time.
As the mask came off, the young lady's breath relaxed and sweat droplets formed at the sides of her face. A slight flush appeared on her cheeks and forehead in contrast to her snow-like skin, like a hibiscus flower blooming beautifully in the snow.
A breeze entered the room, running through the young lady's silk-like hair.
Zhan Beiye's finger stopped right beside her cheek as he trembled that ever slightly.
The tip of his finger could feel the miraculously warm and gentle sensation. Looking at this stunning beauty, from his fingertips to his heart, he trembled with slight pain. It was as though Heaven's Will had stopped him from touching her. The pain that stopped him lingered in his heart.