Chapter 907: Yan Qiuwen Has Another Strange Dream

When the second plate of grilled skewers was brought up, Su Zelin chuckled and said, “Qiu Wen, since you’ve already broken your discipline to eat skewers, why not have some more?”

“I don’t want to. You took advantage of that little girl earlier, it doesn’t count!”

“Breaking discipline is breaking discipline, how could it not count?”

The rascal earnestly said, “Qiu Wen, you’re too self-disciplined and have too many constraints on yourself, sometimes it’s not a good thing, and you miss out on the chance to experience many good things. Life is about enjoying the moment without always having to be mindful! You should tell yourself: ‘Today is my birthday, I’m going to be willful for once, do whatever I want, nothing is forbidden!'”

Perhaps because she’d already broken her discipline, Yan Qiuwen no longer resisted and indulged herself in eating.

From childhood to adulthood, she was quite self-disciplined, but in the past two years, she seemed to be led astray by the rascal, first with fried dough sticks, then beer, and now skewers.

Although each time Su Zelin used some little tricks, like earlier using the flower-selling girl as a tool, but actually Yan Qiuwen, being smart, if she really wanted to refuse skewers, she would surely find a fitting reason.

Why is my willpower always so surprisingly weak in front of him?

While eating the skewers, Yan Qiuwen pondered this question with some confusion, yet she couldn’t find the answer even after she finished eating.

However, she had to admit, there was indeed an inexplicable strange thrill after breaking discipline each time.

After paying, they found a cab and first sent the female strategist back to the Yan family.

Afraid that embarrassing things might happen again, Yan Qiuwen didn’t drink much beer tonight, only about six or seven glasses, nonetheless, she was slightly tipsy, and as soon as she got into the back seat, her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed, appearing more relaxed and feminine, compared to her usual slightly aloof demeanor.

Seeing this, Su Zelin felt his heart skip a beat.

He realized that Yan Qiuwen was most charming at times like these, with the icy facade melted away, she resembled a fallen fairy no longer only to be admired from afar and untouchable, much more accessible.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Lakefront Manor.

“Qiu Wen, we’re home, are you alright?”

Seeing Yan Qiuwen not respond, Su Zelin nudged her.

“Uh, we’re here already?”

Yan Qiuwen returned to her senses then.

People who drink easily get confused, she felt as if she had just gotten in the car, yet the next moment the cab already reached the destination.

“Well, I’m heading inside now. It’s so late, you should also head back soon!”

With that, Yan Qiuwen pushed open the door to get out, not forgetting the bouquet that she’d been holding in her arms all along.

Su Zelin noticed she walked with a slight sway, as if her feet weren’t touching the ground, he knew the female strategist was a bit intoxicated.

Though it wasn’t like the company’s team building when she was plastered, he still couldn’t feel at ease.

After all, Yan Qiuwen’s alcohol tolerance was truly poor, she could collapse at any moment, what he feared was her passing out on the manor lawn before making it to her room.

So Su Zelin said to the driver, “Sir, could you wait for me here for a moment?”

“How long?”

The cab driver frowned.

He had encountered situations like this several times, where the guy would ask him to wait at hotels or rental apartments, and then a half-hour would pass by, worse yet, some would skip out without coming back, teaching him not to trust others easily.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be long.”

Su Zelin said, taking out a hundred-yuan note from his wallet and handing it to the driver.

“Alright then.”

Money talks, the driver agreed, and cautioned, “If you don’t return in half an hour, I’ll be taking off!”

“No need for half an hour, ten minutes should be enough.”

Ten minutes?

The driver casually glanced at Su Zelin, inwardly noting that this handsome young guy seemed vigorous, but was actually for show, just a paper tiger.

What’s there to do in such a short time, only leaving the girl hanging.

At this moment, Yan Qiuwen had already reached the gate, but her vision was blurry, everything in front had double images, she fumbled for her keys from her bag and poked a few times at the small hole, yet she couldn’t insert it.

“Let me do it!”

A figure strode up from behind, took the keys from her hand— it was Su Zelin.

“Why’d you get off too?”

Yan Qiuwen was a bit confused.

“It’s fine, let me help you inside first!”

Yan Qiuwen’s parents had very regular routines, going to bed around ten-thirty every night. Now it was already eleven-thirty, they should be well into dreamland by now.

The female strategist didn’t refuse.

Su Zelin may be a jerk but he never takes advantage of others, the opportunity at the company’s team building event was the best chance, she was completely drunk, her parents weren’t home, yet he did nothing untoward.

Well, it’s not entirely correct to say so.

Because she vomited all over herself, he helped change her coat and wiped her down with a towel, but did it all with the lights off.

No matter what, in this regard, Yan Qiuwen had absolute trust in Su Zelin.

Aiming the key at the lock, the rascal’s hand was steady as a mountain, hitting the target accurately with one strike.

Tonight he had two rounds of drinks, but the second round was beer, totaling only half a dozen, compared to his tolerance it was light, leaving him clearer now than when he left Taste Residence.

“Click!”

The next moment, the door swung open.

Inside the manor, only the path lights were lit, leaving the hall and other rooms in darkness; as expected, Yan Qiuwen’s parents were asleep.

Though their daughter seldom went out at night, they weren’t overly worried either.