Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 401: Two Drunkards

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Two Drunkards

"Utterly nonsensical." Bao Tangtang muttered softly, pushing open the private room door and walking inside.

The lighting in the room was dim, with only a screen illuminating, along with faint colorful lights from the ceiling.

At first, she didn’t see anyone else in the room, until she noticed shoes on the floor and walked over, glimpsing the person on the sofa, and rolled her eyes, unable to bear looking straight.

This sassy woman even sleeps seductively; can her pose be any more tempting?!

No wonder Feng Ye had run off so fast. She, a woman, couldn’t even hold back, let alone Feng Ye.

Taking Feng Ye’s coat, she covered the woman with it before leaving the room.

She approached Yun Yue, sneaking glances at her, and curiously asked, "Are you Mo Fan’s friend?"

She’s really beautiful, and she seems to have a significant background.

That person was Tianxi’s manager, who actually came forward to apologize personally, treating her very respectfully.

"Yep." Yun Yue lightly sipped her newly mixed, slightly intoxicating drink suitable for girls with its low alcohol content.

"Did you drive? She’s drunk and asleep inside, wondering if you could send her home."

That sassy lady was too heavy; she couldn’t lift her by herself, and she had been drinking too, unable to drive.

Holding her drink, Yun Yue was in no hurry, "Since I’m here, why not have a drink? When it’s time, someone will come to pick us up."

Bao Tangtang pursed her lips, struggled for a while, took a glance at her, "Okay, then if we get drunk, you’ll have to send us both home."

She actually also couldn’t drink much but seeing that she had rarely come to Tianxi, she decided to go wild for once, not knowing when she would visit again.

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow, the girl wasn’t extraordinarily beautiful, but she had distinct looks. Without waiting for her to speak, Yun Yue went off.

Setting down her drink, she walked back into the private room, noticing the person on the sofa and couldn’t help pressing her forehead – what was this bizarre sleeping position?

She sat down on the nearby sofa, picked up her phone, and sent Xiao Chen a message to pick her up later.

As for Feng Ye, after leaving the room, he randomly found a booth and began drinking sullenly. The more he drank, the more restlessness burned inside him, with nowhere to vent.

"Mr. Feng, why are you drinking alone? How about I join you?" Liu Mengting saw Feng Ye and actively approached him.

She had always been trying to get close to him and wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

Immediately sitting close to him, she exhaled a warm breath in his ear, tantalizing Feng Ye with a determined look in her eyes.

She definitely wouldn’t let such a good opportunity slip away.

Feng Ye didn’t refuse, lighting up Liu Mengting’s eyes even more as she grew bolder, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Mr. Feng, a toast to you."

Feng Ye didn’t refuse, tilted his head back, and downed the drink, and Liu Mengting’s smile deepened as she kept pouring him more drinks.

After five drinks, Feng Ye’s vision started to blur, his hand tightly wrapping around Liu Mengting’s waist. She startled initially, then turned and giggled, bashfully calling out, "Mr. Feng~"

Feng Ye sobered up significantly in an instant, directly vomiting on her skirt.

Liu Mengting: "..."

Looking at the dirt on her skirt and even feeling it on her thigh, an appalling odor invaded her nostrils. Her stomach churned, but she held back the urge to vomit and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Frantically, she grabbed a tissue from the table and cleaned up.

Feng Ye squinted his eyes, buzzed, and looked at Liu Mengting’s skirt, not sure whether he was truly drunk or pretending, "Tsk, that’s really dirty."

Liu Mengting paused in her cleaning, her face darkening, but seeing his drunken state with his head swaying, hardly able to see anything clearly, she managed to let it go.

After cleaning her skirt, Liu Mengting forcefully sat Feng Ye down and gave him five more drinks, seeing that he was about to pass out, she revealed a victorious smile, stood up, and helped him up, "Mr. Feng, you’re drunk, let me help you to bed."

"I’m not drunk, I can drink more." Feng Ye pushed her away, accidentally hitting her waist against the corner of the sofa, causing her eyes to water with pain.

A glimpse of determination flickered in his eyes; today, come what may, he was determined to get someone into his bed.

"Yes, yes, you’re not drunk, let’s go somewhere else to drink."

Unfortunately, he was pushed away again. Feng Ye, feigning drunkenness, swayed and sneered with a cynical smile, "With your kind of goods, you think you deserve to share my bed?"

Did he really spend all those years in the drinking holes for nothing?

Even when heavily drunk, he always kept a sliver of his wits about him, never giving any woman a chance. The Feng Family would never allow such a woman to enter its doors.

"Wishful thinking."

He gave Liu Mengting a cold glance. Her face turned instantly pale, and she bit her lip, looking at Feng Ye with extreme restraint and aggrieved eyes, tears welling up, looking pitiful.

Unfortunately, Feng Ye had absolutely no interest in her.

He had only wanted to test whether any other woman could relieve his pent-up frustration, but it proved futile.

He glanced at the time and staggered towards Mo Fan’s private room.

Liu Mengting, full of resentment, scanned the people around her; why can the Mo Family’s trash succeed where she failed?

In what way was she inferior?

Feng Ye pushed the door open, and the dim light made it hard for him to see the path. He tripped over high heels on the floor and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

He lay there on his side for a moment, brain blank, without any intention of getting up, as his hazy eyes gradually widened at the sight before him.

His eyes, lifeless as if dead, lay on the ground motionless.

Yun Yue, with frustration written all over her face and seeing Feng Ye lying motionless on the floor, thought he had fallen asleep and did not bother with him, letting him lie there.

At that moment, Feng Ye, eyes wide, looked at the provocative scene before him, feeling his body grow hotter and hotter, until finally, he couldn’t hold back the blood trickling from his nose.

"..."

What lowly instinct had he followed to bring this misery upon himself?!

Does this woman always sleep like this while drunk?!

Doesn’t she care about her privacy at all?!

Does she not realize how tempting she is, or has she always been like this?!

For some reason, Feng Ye felt a surge of displeasure, extremely annoyed, wanting to rush over and pull the woman on the sofa up to give her a lesson.

Indeed, he did just that, slowly getting up from the ground and staggering towards Mo Fan, starting to chuckle foolishly.

Yun Yue put away her phone, resting her chin in her hand, and watched the two with interest.

"So it’s you, I’m sorry, really sorry."

He mumbled unclearly, Yun Yue didn’t quite catch it but heard the words "I’m sorry."

After speaking, he directly grabbed her face, arbitrarily caressing it: "To let you drink this much, let’s see if you dare to drink like this again, and so drunk at that. What if you meet a pervert?"

Yun Yue: "..."

She didn’t know about a pervert, but there certainly was a dog.

She wondered what expression Mo Fan would have when he found out his face had been molested.

These two seemed to be getting along.

She hadn’t expected this kind of connection, but whether they would end up together remained uncertain. However, she was quite pleased.

She had seen all the hardships Mo Fan had endured over the years.