Chapter 88: 088 Tell me about your late wife.
Everyone had more than a few drinks at this dinner.
Tang Ze and Sun Ling, in particular, drank heavily because they were miffed at Shi Lan being looked down upon, and ended up face down on the table.
Miss Shi watched the people at the table sprawled out every which way and couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, thinking to herself, is this all? Such modest tolerance and they dare to boast?
In the end, Shi Lan had no choice but to enlist the help of the hotel’s waitstaff to carry the two drunkards back to their rooms, though on the way there, as she entered the elevator, she ran into two acquaintances.
The others clearly hadn’t expected such a coincidence either and showed a moment of surprise upon seeing Shi Lan but quickly regained their composure.
Shi Lan, reeking of alcohol, entered the elevator and when she saw the floor the others had pressed, she laughed and said, “What a coincidence, President Yan.”
Yan Shixiu glanced back at the two drunkards, then gave Shi Lan a look and replied quite naturally, “It’s not a coincidence, I came on purpose.”
Just then, a ding signaled that they had arrived at their floor.
Shi Lan looked at the two drunkards, then gave Yan Shixiu a glare and said, “I’ll settle the score with you after I get them sorted out.”
Yan Shixiu followed behind Shi Lan and her group, and instructed his assistant, “Go get some rest, you’re not needed here.”
The assistant nodded, “Then, President Yan, call me if you need anything.”
Shi Lan, with the help of a waiter, finally managed to prop the two drunkards back into the room and had the waiter prepare them sobering tea, or else they wouldn’t be able to work tomorrow.
Sun Ling rolled uncomfortably in bed, and Shi Lan quickly caught her to prevent her from rolling off: “To be this intoxicated, who is the artist now?”
Yan Shixiu stood at the doorway of the room, watched Shi Lan, and couldn’t help but ask with a chuckle, “You’re leaving them in one room , aren’t you afraid of what might happen when they’re drunk …”
“That’s exactly why I have to stay! Besides, they’re not sleeping in the same bed,” Shi Lan retorted irritably, “Mr. Yan, care for a drink?”
“Is this…an invitation to spend the night with you?” Yan Shixiu’s voice took on a crisp tone, filled with warmth, and was quite comforting.
“You’ve come all this way, I can’t be that inhospitable, can I?” Shi Lan steadied Sun Ling and Tang Ze, then got up from the bed and called for the hotel’s drink service. Fortunately, the suite had a balcony, and the nightscape was quite nice.
When the red wine arrived, President Yan took off his suit jacket, picked up a freshly washed wine glass, and walked out to the balcony.
The desert has a huge temperature difference between day and night, so Yan Shixiu got a soft blanket for Shi Lan.
On their separate lounge chairs, they looked up to see the vast Milky Way, the cool breeze brushing their faces, and Shi Lan stretched comfortably across her chair.
“Haven’t you seen stars before?” Yan asked, looking at Shi Lan’s profile after he settled down.
“I don’t remember, but I do recall the endless dark nights in the jungle,” Shi Lan said.
On hearing these words, Yan’s heart felt as if it was on a grill, instantly seared by pain.
Because at that moment, he suddenly understood why Shi Lan so desperately craved freedom, why she so thirsted for it.
“Right, tell me about your late wife, didn’t she pass away not long ago?” Shi Lan, holding her wine glass aloft, suddenly questioned Yan.
Moreover, she thought to herself, if this scoundrel dared to insult her, she would write it all down in her little notebook.
Yan Shixiu swirled his wine glass gently, took a small sip, and slowly said, “She…was very proud.”
Shi Lan started to frown …
“She was ruthless in her dealings and had no regard for kinship.”
Shi Lan narrowed her eyes and emitted a dangerous light.
“Arrogant, thinking she was the ruler of the world.”
Shi Lan was nearly ready to draw her metaphorical forty-meter-long saber…