Chapter 65 - Surprise Party (2) (2/2)

After a while, Yang Minzhe was the first person to be out cold from the amounts of alcohol they consumed. Soon after it was Su Feng, and Song Ren patted his back for trying his best. Right after, it was Zhong Liu, leaving Song Ren and Song Sheng head to head.

After a total of twenty rounds, Song Ren gave up, leaving Song Sheng as the winner. The four were all so drunk that they were practically sleeping on the tables with their faces flushed. Qian Meigui arranged each of them to have a designated drive them home. Since Zhong Liu drove her to the venue, so she planned to drive him with his car back to his home.

As they rested on the tables, Qian Meigui searched for the bathroom, which was a bit distant from their private room. She released herself, cleaned up a bit, and exited. When she left the restroom, she did not expect to see Song Sheng leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Qian Meigui was about to walk past him, ignoring his presence, when he grabbed her elbow gently. Qian Meigui turned to face him, her eyebrows knitted, her face annoyed. Song Sheng's face was slightly flushed, his eyes appeared to be wary, and he gazed at her gently.

Qian Meigui was going to ask what he wanted, but he began to say, ”Why did you bring him here?” Surprised, Qian Meigui's lips parted slightly, but she shut out his slight concern. ”He's my date,” she casually said. Song Sheng's eyes widened, but it quickly narrowed. ”Is he at least good to you?” he asked.

Qian Meigui scoffed, ”You're drunk, Sheng. Don't ask about him; it would only me think that you are jealous.” And at that, their eyes met. His golden-brown eyes narrowed, his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. Qian Meigu was tired of this chasing game. She won't chase him this time.

Song Sheng snickered coldly, letting go of her, ”Why did it have to be him?”

Qian Meigui felt agitated. ”Why do you even care?” she asked coldly. ”But then, of course, Zhong Liu is good to me,” her voice lowered, ”he is better than anyone else could have been.”

Within the next moment, Song Sheng grabbed her hand, pinning her against the wall. His forearm rested against above her head; his knee caressed the side of her leg. She stared into his scorching, deep gaze, his eyes appreciating her dangerously. Qian Meigui stared back at him defiantly, her eyebrows knitted. ”Let me go, Sheng,” she said with a frosty tone.

Song Sheng then used his other hand to trace the line of her jaw and stopped at her chin. He held it up high, so their eyes could meet. ”Do you want to return to him?” he asked with a smokey tone. ”Yes,” she retorted quickly.

Song Sheng moved from her chin, to trace the lines of her lips playfully. His thumb was smooth against her lips; she tried not to show any reaction. His eyes dangerously danced at the sight of her lips, enticing him. Song Sheng moved closer, gently caressing her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her, but he was surprised to see that a tear slipped from her face. Her lips began to quiver, and his heart ached at sight. He didn't mean to hurt her; his jealousy bested him.

Song Sheng let go of her, stepping away. Qian Meigui pushed him aside, walking past him, wiping the hot tears from her face.

Song Sheng rooted at his spot in a daze. He really messed up now.

Qian Meigui was tired. She was tired of Song Sheng misleading her. He was drunk, and he only wanted to play with her. He didn't like her, not as much as she loved him. She swiftly went back to the room. Qian Meigui found the sleepy Zhong Liu. She picked him up using her shoulder. He hung his arm around her shoulders, dragging his feet against the floor.

Just as they were about to leave the building, the usher from earlier stopped them. ”Miss! Miss!” Qian Meigui paused with Zhong Liu, who held his head low. ”Here's the receipt for the room.” Qian Meigui took the piece of paper and thanked the woman.

She placed the receipt in her pocket, continuing to walk with Zhong Liu to his car. She fastened his seatbelt when he got in and personally, and she drove him. She helped him get into his apartment. He crashed into his bed immediately, and she took a taxi back home with a heavy heart. She took the receipt from her pocket, glancing at it, and she stilled.

All the expenses were paid for by Song Sheng. He made special requests for her, selecting her favourite foods, drinks, and games, and he invited the people she knew best. She scrunched the paper in her hand, clutching at it against her heart. Why is that he always surprising her? Why does he keep doing these nice things? What does he want?

Qian Meigui went home and slept restlessly.

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Song Sheng was driven home by someone Qian Meigui arranged. He went to his balcony window, lighting a cigarette. He dialled his best friend Rong Ming who was annoyed for calling him late again.

”How do you pursue a woman?” Song Sheng asked his buddy as a greeting.