Chapter 1649 - 666: Searching (Part 2)

Chapter 1649: Chapter 666: Searching (Part 2)

If someone used their phone to capture this scene, it would probably make the trending headlines on social media in both countries the next day.

Zhou Wang was also mixed in with the crowd, and under the influence of alcohol, he had reverted to the essence of a young man, bouncing around with Lisa and Zhao Silu.

The grass was littered with tilted bottles and splashes of alcohol, and suddenly, Lisa slipped, falling onto the unsteady Zhou Wang.

Fortunately, the lawn was soft enough, and Zhou Wang, whose head was already a bit dizzy, went along with it and lay down, not wanting to move anymore, just spreading out his limbs and breathing heavily, recovering his strength after a round of intense dancing.

At that moment, Zhou Wang was staring at the night sky, where only a few stars were visible, feeling slightly dazed.

Damn, I promised to cut down on drinking, but today I seem to have indulged again...

During university, Zhou Wang lived like this for a whole two years.

However, at that time, it was mainly visits to small bars near Cai University, where a dozen Dali V8 was only 60 yuan, and occasional events would have Le Bao beer buy one get one free for 100 yuan... Although they might all be fake, as long as you drank fast and furiously enough, you could always get yourself drunk.

After getting drunk, Zhou Wang would also lie on a chair, emptying everything out during those limited moments of haziness, just feeling the fact that he was still alive.

Of course, looking back at it from today’s perspective, one could say how "depraved" I was back then, but you can’t think too deeply about such issues...

Is the "drunk self" now any nobler than the "drunk self" back then?

Not really.

Because the pursuit of happiness is a human instinct. It’s just that back then, I relied on alcohol to numb myself, while now I’m also in pursuit of happiness, just without so much psychological burden.

As for anything else... it doesn’t seem fundamentally different.

"No, there is a difference..."

Zhou Wang just thought so and immediately felt the difference.

Because at that moment, there was also another warm, delicate body pressing on his own.

After falling, Lisa seemed a bit drunk too. First, she rested her head on Zhou Wang’s waist and abdomen, mumbling something unclear, and after slightly recovering, she suddenly started flipping over, rolling in circles towards Zhou Wang’s head.

Very soon, Zhou Wang felt the hot breath, and Lisa’s arms wrapped around his neck.

Lisa lifted her head slightly, her eyes like swirling vortices staring into Zhou Wang’s eyes, with several strands of stray hair falling onto his cheeks, making him ticklish.

Before Zhou Wang could lift his hand to scratch, Lisa had already pressed down, her seemingly dewy red lips rudely prying open Zhou Wang’s tightly closed mouth, indulging in a wild kiss.

"Wow!"

Nearby, there came a vague jeering voice from who knows if it was Zhao Silu or someone else.

But this didn’t seem to stop Lisa, instead making her kisses more passionate and wild.

Near the point of suffocation, Zhou Wang while fiercely pinching Lisa’s exposed slender waist, still absentmindedly gazed at the night sky.

Having money even makes being drunk not lonely... that must be the difference?

Zhou Wang thought so.

...

It was unclear what time it was, but the revelry on the lawn continued.

But feeling suddenly annoyed by the noise, Zhou Wang left the crowd, waved off Xu Wenqian who wanted to support him, and walked alone towards the main building.

He wanted to find a quiet place to have a cigarette and ease the alcohol fermenting inside him due to vigorous activity.

Only after entering the main building, did Zhou Wang realize that finding a quiet place wasn’t that easy.

Besides the dancing people on the lawn outside, most areas from the first floor to the basement of the main building still had scattered guests lingering, resulting in Zhou Wang reluctantly rubbing his temples and heading to the second floor.

He remembered he had set a rule that nothing above the second floor should be open to guests, so it should be unoccupied.

The reality was just as Zhou Wang thought, after reaching the second floor, everything suddenly quieted down, and Zhou Wang’s ears started to hum, a sound friends who frequent nightclubs would know as the overload noise that comes when suddenly detached from a noisy environment.

"Hah."

Zhou Wang exhaled slowly, just about to walk towards the study when he suddenly paused.

Because he noticed that light was squeezing through the gap of one of the rooms on the second floor, dimly reflecting on the carpet.

This puzzled Zhou Wang.

At this time in the manor, all the servants were busy outside, and Xu Wenqian and Sura were helping him entertain guests still lingering, preventing any accidents, meaning, there shouldn’t be anyone on the second floor.

Not to mention, Zhou Wang roughly recalled that room was a spare cigar room... because the previous owner didn’t smoke cigars, so that room was largely unused.

How could there be someone inside?

Of course, Zhou Wang didn’t think it was a thief.

So, without calling anyone, driven by curiosity, he unconsciously lightened his steps, approaching the room in the middle of the second-floor corridor.

As Zhou Wang pressed against the door, he heard very faint music, but as the door was soundproof, it sounded faintly, indistinct.

Zhou Wang grasped the doorknob, turning it gently, and with the silencing effect of the thick carpet, it didn’t make a sound, the door silently opening a sliver, growing wider.

The room’s scene unfolded gradually before Zhou Wang’s eyes.

The room was about twenty square meters, due to almost no furniture, it appeared empty, with only a backless sofa positioned centrally, standing alone in the room’s heart.

Near the door, a carpet with a starry night pattern was strewn with a pair of black high-heeled shoes with laces, beside which sat a champagne bottle more than half empty and a wine glass with a smudged lipstick stain.

On the sofa, a lady’s small tailored jacket was casually tossed, along with a phone with the screen aglow, from which music flowed at a moderate pace in the room.

On the round carpet in front of the sofa, a woman dressed in a black spaghetti-strap dress, with a graceful figure, was dancing barefoot, moving along with the music.

Her dance moves weren’t very polished, but owing to her body’s flexibility and evident dance training, it remained pleasing to the eye overall.

The woman was completely immersed in her own little world, her mouth carrying a relaxed yet entranced smile, oblivious to the unexpected guest at the door.

Until she lifted her skirt in a graceful spin, her pure yet somewhat distant set of exquisite features, adored by fans as the pinnacle of both sweetness and melancholy, fully emerged before Zhou Wang.

Of course, while Zhou Wang saw her, she also saw Zhou Wang.

"Ah!"

Miss Di let out a startled cry, stumbling over her crossed feet, as she tumbled onto the carpet.

Zhou Wang didn’t think twice, taking a large step forward instinctively, hoping to secure her waist and pull her into his embrace.

But Zhou Wang forgot that he was also drunk, though he envisioned it in his mind, his slightly sluggish body could not perfectly execute his commands, resulting in Zhou Wang lunging into thin air, not only failing to catch the falling Miss Di but instead crashing to the floor himself.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Miss Di was momentarily stunned by this sight, her initial panic turning to laughter with a "pfft."

But clearly, this angered Zhou Wang, who turned to glare at Miss Di. Sensing some dangerous omen, Miss Di dared not laugh any longer, scrambling to stand and distance herself from Zhou Wang.

However, she soon felt a tightness around her ankle, and before fully rising, she was firmly caught by Zhou Wang, who sharply tugged.

In a moment of panic, Miss Di once again fell towards Zhou Wang.