Chapter 908: Yan Qiuwen Has Another Strange Dream_2

After all, Yan Qiuwen is already twenty-one years old, not a child, and she has a high IQ. She knows how to protect herself better than most girls, and they can guess who invited her daughter tonight. The person will likely send her home.

Though Yan Qiuwen ambled along unsteadily, she didn’t suddenly collapse. Su Zelin didn’t dare to help her, to avoid the suspicion of taking advantage, and just watched her attentively.

It wasn’t until she walked into her room, and he helped her turn on the light, that he breathed a sigh of relief: “Qiuwen, the taxi is still waiting outside, so I’ll head back now!”

“Wait a minute.”

Yan Qiuwen suddenly pulled him into the room and closed the door.

“Qiuwen, what are you doing?”

Su Zelin immediately became nervous.

“I have something to say to you!”

Yan Qiuwen turned her face towards him, her breath aromatic: “Listen, Su Zelin, if you dare to joke around with me like that again, you’re dead!”

She was referring to Su Zelin misleading her into thinking they were going to a hotel.

Even though she wanted to act fierce, she failed because, at this moment, her face was as lovely as a peach blossom. Instead of showing anger, she had a playful and teasing look.

The joker feigned ignorance: “Qiuwen, what joke?”

“The joke about going to Jiahua Hotel!”

Yan Qiuwen was indignant.

“Oh, wasn’t that barbecue place just recently opened? I was afraid the driver wouldn’t know, so I told him Jiahua Hotel. After all, the barbecue place is not far from there, right? What were you thinking?”

The joker grinned cheekily.

“Nonsense, stop arguing, you did it on purpose. Don’t think I don’t know!”

The female strategist raised her eyebrows.

Goodness, Qiuwen really shouldn’t drink alcohol!

She turns into a different person after drinking, not only talking a lot but even swearing.

“Shh, keep your voice down.”

The joker felt a bit guilty.

Yan Qiuwen, usually quiet and elegant, was quite loud now. Since it was late at night, if her parents heard the noise and found out he lured their daughter to drink, he’d be doomed.

“It’s my fault, my fault, okay?”

Su Zelin admitted defeat.

“Hmph, that’s better. I’ll forgive you this time, but don’t do it again!”

After pausing, she suddenly remembered something: “By the way, you said it before, today is my birthday, so I can be capricious just once, do whatever I want, right?”

“Yes!”

Su Zelin nodded instinctively.

“You said it.”

Yan Qiuwen’s tone softened.

“Snap!”

The lights in the room suddenly went out, and then there was a warm soft sensation on his lips.

Su Zelin shuddered all over, beyond belief.

The joker understood what this sensation represented.

Even though I said you could do whatever you want, I never said you could do whatever you want to someone else!

That’s a master-level understanding!

Forget it, why worry, it’s not a loss anyway.

Su Zelin was just about to respond, but the sensation disappeared the next moment.

At the same time, the lights in the room came back on.

“Good night!”

Yan Qiuwen’s face was flushed.

…

When Su Zelin returned to the car in a daze, the driver looked at the time—exactly ten minutes.

He couldn’t help but shake his head, this generation of young people, their stamina is worrying!

“Young man, where to?”

“Huh?”

Su Zelin snapped back to reality, gave the driver the name of his rented apartment complex, and fell into contemplation again.

Was Qiuwen’s behavior due to drinking?

The female strategist after drinking and her sober self are two different people.

But she didn’t drink much tonight, even if she was a bit tipsy, she didn’t seem completely out of control.

Could it be she likes me?

No way, someone as smart and calm as her could never like someone as totally unsuitable for her as me.

Su Zelin shook his head, tossing the absurd thought aside.

It must be just because of the alcohol.

The more disciplined a person is, the crazier they become when their emotions are out of control, just like that time during the team-building event when she drank and her image completely collapsed.

Touching his lips where the lingering softness remained, the joker pondered.

…

That night, the arrogant little tyrant from kindergarten appeared again in the female strategist’s dream.

On the way home from kindergarten, they passed a barbecue shop, and the little guy couldn’t move his legs, insisting on having barbecue.

Yan Qiuwen naturally wouldn’t allow it, sternly explaining that barbecue contains many harmful substances, and could cause cancer and weight gain, especially for kids like him.

However, the little guy refused to listen, insisting that his dad often eats it and has even taken him to eat.

Yan Qiuwen was nearly furious.

At that moment, the smiling face of the little tyrant’s dad popped up from behind, saying that if the kid wants to eat, let him eat. Happiness matters more, and consuming harmful substances occasionally can train one’s immunity.

Wanting to scold them properly, but the father-son duo sang in harmony, with the dad spouting nonsense and the little one drooling, pitifully playing the victim. Yan Qiuwen softened and told them this was a one-time thing and not to do it again.

The barbecue was ready, watching them wolf it down with greasy mouths, a smile unintentionally appeared on her lips, and a few words suddenly sprang to mind.

“For many people, barbecue is not just delicious, it represents sweet memories!”

Where had she heard that before?

She tried hard to recall, but she couldn’t remember.

At that moment, a grilled sausage appeared in front of her, handed over by the little tyrant’s dad: “Darling, have some too!”