Chapter 81 - I Guarantee You’ll Be So Drunk That Mr. Song Has To Carry You Away
Chapter 81: I Guarantee You’ll Be So Drunk That Mr. Song Has To Carry You Away
Although Changqing had good alcohol tolerance, the way she drank also made her head spin. Zuo Qian stepped up and said, “If she drinks anymore, I think Changqing will get drunk. I’ll drink the rest on her behalf.”
Director Liang smiled seemingly. “Teacher Zuo takes very good care of our Changqing as always.”
“She was brought up by me, so I should care for her.” Zuo Qian looked at Changqing with a gentle smile in his eyes.
Changqing stroked her head with embarrassment and escaped his line of sight quickly. “I’m going to sing. Tonight, I want to Sing Teresa Teng’s ‘Sweet Honey’.”
Zheng Yan teased, “Who are you going to be sweet as honey with?”
“None of your business.” Changqing pulled a face at her.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Changqing sang seriously. Her voice was very sweet.
After singing “Sweet Honey,” she sang “Warm” and “Turbo.”
Zhu Jia from the video department was on pretty good terms with Changqing usually and laughed, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, you have to give us the chance to sing some songs too.”
“Keep it down. I still have ‘I Like You’ to sing.” Changqing waved her hands.
Zhu Jia teased, “Yo, who do you like?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Changqing pouted at her.
Zheng Yan said sneakily from behind, “Changqing is very amped up today—she usually either sings ‘Lonely Love Song’ or ‘Wait Until Flowers Wither.’ Today’s song choices are a complete change. Wen Tong, you follow Changqing around every day. Tell me honestly—is she in love?”
Zuo Qian tightened his grip on his wine glass in the dark and was also staring at Wen Tong.
Wen Tong really wanted to boast about the fact that Song Chuyi was Changqing’s husband but Changqing told her to keep it a secret before, so she held it in and shook her head. “I don’t think so. She’s only been filming recently.”
“Oh, I know.” Zhu Jia slapped her thigh. “It must be Fu Yu. I heard Fu Yu personally picked Changqing up when she returned to Northern City.”
“No wonder. Changqing is really lucky.” Director Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at Changqing with a different gaze. It seemed like he wanted to curry her favor.
“I’m going to the washroom.” Zuo Qian couldn’t hold it in anymore and left the suite.
“Aye, do you guys think Teacher Zuo likes Changqing…” Someone started bravely.
Changqing sang until her throat felt sore before letting someone else have the microphone.
She drank a sip of water and rested, pouncing on Zheng Yan, who was playing with her phone at the side. “What are you looking at?”
“I’m bored so I’m just looking at horoscope predictions.” Zheng Yan was suddenly excited. “You are a Pisces, right? Let’s take a look at yours. Wow, Changqing, this is incredible. This week is the best out of the entire year for your love life. You’ll have many romances and it’s very likely that a man like Prince Charming will confess to you, but beware of bad love affairs. If you don’t deal with them well, they might end up worse.”
“Really?” Changqing poked her head over and was dazed.
Could the Prince Charming who would confess to her be Song Chuyi?
Thinking about it, Song Chuyi was the Prince Charming of Prince Charmings. Although he was a little aloof and sometimes a little too much and had a high libido, he was still very, very handsome.
Right—he kissed her for a very long time today. Could it be that he would confess to her in these next few days?
That wouldn’t be possible—wasn’t Guan Ying the one Song Chuyi liked?
However, the two of them were already married and were living under the same roof. Perhaps he was also a little fond of her.
It seemed as though there was no one else aside from Song Chuyi He must be the one.
Thinking of that fiery scene in the ladies’ today, Changqing couldn’t help but cup her burning little face with her hands. Would Song Chuchu kiss her again when she returned tonight?
A man and a woman, alone at home. She better be careful still. She still wasn’t mentally prepared. Besides, if Song Chuchu didn’t agree to get divorced in a year, she would never let anything happen between them.
“Who are you thinking about, smiling so stupidly?” Zheng Yan made eyes at her.
“Not telling you.” Changqing snorted and turned around to look for Wen Tong. “My dear Sister Wen, I have a question for you.”
“Speak.” Wen Tong knew she was going to ask a silly question just by seeing how silly she looked.
Changqing blinked her amorous eyes, asking, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Wen Tong made a gagging expression and said, “You’re gorgeous—so pretty that I don’t want to work with anyone else after being with you.”
“Fake, but I like it.”
Song Chuyi just came out from the hot spring and checked his phone. There was a new post on Weibo. Changqing was acting cute with a pout while holding a cup of alcohol. The caption was: “Someone finally said I’m pweedy today.”
It seemed as though the post was just uploaded, but there were already a few hundred comments.
Oh My Mum: “Goddess, you’re the prettiest in my heart.”
BB Loves You: “Goddess, you’re being stupid again.”
Song Chuyi commented: “Shameless.”
After around half an hour, he thought about it and gave Changqing a call. The phone rang for a while before a woman’s voice came through over the noisy background. However, it wasn’t Changqing. “Mr. Song?”
“You are?” Song Chuyi frowned.
“I’m Changqing’s assistant. Changqing went to the washroom and left her phone behind,” Wen Tong said.
“Then get her to call me back when she returns,” Song Chuyi said lightly.
“Well… she had a drop too much and is a little drunk. I’m not sure if she can return your call,” Wen Tong said hesitantly.
Song Chuyi was silent for a while before asking, “Where are you guys singing?”
“Li Xiang Lan.”
“I’ll pick her up in an hour’s time. Take good care of her.”
“Sure, sure.”
Wen Tong hung up the phone and happened to see Changqing returning from the washroom, walking towards her. “Why did you take my phone?”
“Song Chuyi called you and I picked up. I said you’re drunk and he said he’ll pick you up in an hour.” Wen Tong made eyes at her and smiled naughtily.
“What?” Changqing stamped her foot anxiously. “What nonsense did you spout? I’m not drunk.”
“You’re not drunk now, but you will be after a while. Come, come, come, let me drink a few more cups with you. I guarantee you’ll be so drunk that Mr. Song will have to carry you away.” Wen Tong pulled her to the drinking table.
“Wen Tong, you’re really unscrupulous just so I can take the top position. Why do I have an assistant like you?” Changqing complained.
“Who am I doing it for? Isn’t it still all for you?” Wen Tong filled her glass solicitously. “Besides, do you dare say you don’t have any feelings for Song Chuyi? I don’t believe that. Look at how you followed him submissively like a fool this afternoon. A man has to be seized. If you neither hold onto him nor take any initiative, no matter how much the man likes you, he’ll be easily taken away by someone. Just look at your childhood sweetheart—that’s the best example.”
After finishing her piece, she placed the cup before her. “Drink.”
Changqing was coerced by the evil force and could only drink obediently.
Wen Tong poured red wine for her. After drinking a bottle on top of what she had before, Changqing finally felt like she was in the clouds, like she was floating, and could only hear Wen Tong saying by her ear, “Red wine has a nice fragrance. You can’t drink baijiu or beer because the smell in your mouth will be too foul and men won’t want to kiss you.”
“Oh, oh…” Changqing nodded her head furiously like a fool.
“Wen Tong, why did you make her drink so much?” Zuo Qian, who had been pulled aside by someone to chat, finally managed to free himself and asked with a frown as he walked over.
“I didn’t make her drink. She wanted to drink herself. Changqing’s in a very good mood today,” Wen Tong lied without changing her expression. “It’s okay. She doesn’t get drunk often anyway and she doesn’t have work tomorrow morning.”
Zuo Qian looked at Changqing, who was drunk and laughing foolishly, and a strong sourness surged in his heart along with a little jealousy. He was getting increasingly afraid that other men could take advantage of that foolishness and naivety at any time. “Wen Tong, tell me the truth—is she in a relationship with Fu Yu?”
Wen Tong sighed,.”Zuo Qian, truth be told, the pressure and competition at the station is huge. If it wasn’t for you, Changqing wouldn’t even be where she is today. I understand your feelings but it’s difficult for the two of you. If you insist on being together, this would pose a problem to the advancement of both your careers. There would be opposition from the station and when the time comes, one of you would have to leave.”
“I can leave. Changqing can stay,” Zuo Qian said resolutely.
“Don’t be silly. Everyone knows about your relationship with Zhang Zixin from four years ago. Zhang Zixin could be considered a veteran actress in the industry now and she has a lot of fans. If you got together with Changqing, Zhang Zixin’s fans would definitely attack her. I think you have to look for someone outside of this industry or someone even more popular than Zhang Zixin. Don’t ever say you like Changqing. If you do, it’ll be awkward for everyone,” Wen Tong said sincerely and looked him in the eye. “Furthermore, Changqing only views you as her teacher.”
Zuo Qian felt an unbearable blunt pain on the left side of his chest.
Nobody would know the feeling of loving someone yet being unable to say it better than him.
When did he start liking Changqing?
At first, he just thought she was pure and unscheming. It was enjoyable and relaxing being around her. After days of interaction, he started to look forward to the days when they had to shoot together at the station. Seeing her made him feel warm and sweet inside and he felt happy and relaxed.
After that, he began to enjoy staying at the station more and more, looking forward to the shoots every week more and more because that was the only time he could see her.
However, slowly, he felt unsatisfied with just seeing her. He wanted to hold her hands, go on dates with her and grow old with her.
The old Zuo Qian, before he was 33 years old, never thought about the three words “growing old together.”
But now, he just wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life.
To let her live healthily under his wings like a little sun forever.
Zuo Qian lit up a cigarette bitterly and sat quietly at the side looking at Changqing. Perhaps it was better that she was drunk; that way, he could also gaze at her without worry.
At 11:20 pm, Song Chuyi called and it was still Wen Tong who picked up. “I’m here. I’m at the underground carpark.”
“Alright, I’ll send her over.” Wen Tong returned to the suite and greeted everyone, saying that Changqing’s family had come to pick her up.
“I’ll go with you.” Zuo Qian stood up.
“No need, no need. There are too many eyes looking. If she gets caught being supported by a big man like you, what would it say?” Wen Tong rejected him.
Zuo Qian clenched his fist and couldn’t say anything.
Wen Tong supported the drunk and dazed Changqing as they took the elevator down. A black Jaguar stopped quietly.
Song Chuyi got out from the backseat and took the woman as limp as a snake into his arms. His handsome face frowned. “How did she drink so much?”
“Everyone was toasting her to congratulate her on her new drama. I’ll have to trouble Mr. Song to look after her.” Wen Tong noticed that although the man looked impatient, there was gentleness in his eyes and she felt relieved.