While pondering, Ji Yang suddenly realized that Deputy Secretary Fan Guohai didn’t seem drunk at all and was stealthily observing him.
Deputy Secretary Fan Guohai was indeed a Deputy Secretary and not of the Huang surname. The fact that he could remain in this position without being ousted indicated that his strength was certainly not weak.
By this time, some family members had arrived, beginning to support or carry their drunken relatives away.
"You really drank too much," a beautiful young woman went over to help Fan Guohai up.
Fan Guohai was in his forties, yet the woman aiding him was clearly only in her twenties.
A thought struck Ji Yang, who hurried over with a feigned drunkenness and said, "Old Fan, drinking... more drinks."
"Secretary Ji, our Fan Guohai has had too much. He can’t drink anymore."
"Drank too... much...?"
"They want me to drink at your place? Okay... sure..."
Ji Yang agreed eagerly, then proceeded to walk outside.
Now, the party lacked a host as almost everyone was drunkenly incapacitated.
As for his secretary and others, as long as he was fine, Ji Yang was sure they wouldn’t face any issues. He saw Gao Changjun wanting to follow him but said nothing.
"Secretary Ji, your accommodations have already been arranged," Fan Guohai’s woman quickly said. She knew some specifics, and if Ji Yang followed them home, explaining things to Huang Song and the others would be problematic. The source of thɪs content is novelꞁire.net
"Okay, okay, let’s go drink at your place. Let’s go, have a good drink."
When someone tried to pull Ji Yang away, he shook them off, and Gao Changjun helped keep people at bay for him.
And so, Ji Yang followed Fan Guohai’s wife and others to Fan Guohai’s residence.
Ji Yang didn’t worry about propriety, barging straight into their room, spouting nonsense before collapsing onto their bed.
Fan Guohai wasn’t completely drunk, just a little tipsy, and had wanted to assess the situation. He hadn’t expected Ji Yang to actually follow them to his home.
"Should we carry Secretary Ji to the place that’s been arranged?"
But when they tried to move Ji Yang, he refused, insisting on staying at their house.
"Secretary Fan, let Secretary Ji stay at your place for the night," Gao Changjun chimed in at this moment.
Fan Guohai’s expression shifted, finding it hard to refuse on the spot.
After several failed attempts to escort Ji Yang away, Fan Guohai had no choice but to let him sleep in their bed.
Gao Changjun promptly decided to sleep outside the room, signaling his intention to protect.
Once Ji Yang appeared to have fallen asleep, Fan Guohai didn’t suspect anything; to him, Ji Yang passing out drunk was expected.
Yet now, he may have disrupted Huang Song and his cohorts’ plans.
In another room, Fan Guohai and his wife were whispering to each other.
"What should we do?" His wife, though taken forcefully as his bride, remained loyal after marriage, willing to discuss matters with him.
"What else can we do but let him sleep here?"
"But Huang Song and his group are clearly aiming at Ji Yang. By doing this, we’re opposing them."
Fan Guohai sighed. "I don’t know if he’s really drunk or pretending. Perhaps this is an opportunity. Let your younger sister go."
The woman hesitated before asking, "Can he handle Huang Song?"
"When Huang Song finds out he was in our home, do you think he won’t be suspicious?"
The woman gave a bitter smile. "You’re right. It might be an opportunity."
What they didn’t know was that their conversation had reached Ji Yang’s ears.
Since all eleven meridians had been unblocked, Ji Yang discovered his hearing had become exceptionally keen, even capable of picking up conversations from some distance away.
It seemed that Fan Guohai wasn’t genuinely in lockstep with Huang Song, which made things much easier for Ji Yang.