When Lu Niange arrived at the private room, the table was already full of alcohol. People in this circle could really party, and soon the atmosphere inside peaked. Perhaps reminded of the past, Lu Niange became quite downcast, downing one glass of alcohol after another by himself.
Ling Momo sat quietly in the corner, playing with her phone. She had her own plans in mind, and after about half an hour, she rose silently and left "Night Color" bar without a trace.
Although there were actually many taxis in front of the "Night Color" bar, Ling Momo did not hail one. Instead, she stood alone under a streetlamp at the roadside, waiting.
Much sooner than she expected, she saw the familiar "BMW" entering her field of vision and then stop in front of her. The car window rolled down, revealing Lu Niange’s somewhat pale face.
Lu Niange stared at Ling Momo for a while, then unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and opened the passenger door. Turning his head toward Ling Momo, he spoke with a clear tone, "Get in, I’ll give you a lift."
Before Ling Momo could speak, Lu Niange added, "Don’t get me wrong. It’s just a ride."
Ling Momo had been waiting on the street just for Lu Niange. Now, hearing his offer, she didn’t have to feign a refusal. She gently lowered her eyes and responded, "Thank you for the trouble."
After that, she bent down to get into the car. Lu Niange gently closed the door behind her, got back into the car himself, fastened his seat belt, and asked, "Where do you live?"
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The two were silent the entire way, the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Lu Niange glanced at Ling Momo through the rearview mirror several times. The last time his eyes met hers abruptly, which made Lu Niange feel embarrassed. He quickly turned his head away and brought up a random topic, "Why don’t you have a car?"
Ling Momo glanced at Lu Niange and simply replied, "No."
Lu Niange remembered that Momo liked Porsches, but she couldn’t afford one back then and he had just entered ES, had recently bought a villa, and needed to pay off loans. His salary wasn’t as high as it was now, so he never bought her one. Now, Momo could afford not just a Porsche but even a Maserati.
Unable to help himself, Lu Niange asked, "Why not buy one?"
"Don’t want to," said Ling Momo, then turned her head to look out the window.
Lu Niange casually mentioned, "I remember you do have a driver’s license."
Moreover, she learned to drive in his car.
Back when he first joined ES, there were many social obligations, and sometimes he would drink too much. Concerned that it was unsafe for him to drive in such a state, she insisted he teach her how to drive. Thereafter, whenever he went out, no matter how late, with just one phone call from him, she would always arrive at the place to take him home, drunk as he was.
There was even one time when he came home completely wasted and vomited all over her. Yet she didn’t disdain his messiness and carefully cleaned him up before settling him in bed and tidying up the house.
The next day when he woke up, if he didn’t have a clear memory of it, judging by how neat everything was, he wouldn’t have known he had thrown up the night before.
And what about her at that time? She was in the kitchen, preparing congee for him, to soothe his stomach.
He remembered feeling deeply moved back then, hugging her tightly and earnestly promising, "Momo, I’ll never drink so much again. I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life."