Chapter 462: Drunkenness, the Women Support! The Counter-Kill Plan_1
Night had fallen.
Stars twinkled intermittently, the bright moon hung high.
Out of the Heaven Dou Restaurant walked a group of stunningly beautiful women, each radiating their unique charisma.
Their types varied: mature, sweet, sexy, cute… you name it.
Miniskirts, long skirts, black stockings, white stockings, short socks, thigh-highs—they had it all.
The sight of such a group of beauties stirred the waitstaff from their growing drowsiness as the night deepened, instantly revitalizing them.
Their eyes were glued to the female ensemble, nearly drooling as they watched.
However, as Bi Bidong showed displeasure, shooting a chilling glance their way,
the waitstaff felt as if they had plunged into hell, shivering violently with bone-chilling cold, thereafter not daring to steal another glance.
Though the beauties were alluring, their lives were certainly of greater importance.
And yet, such unapproachable beauties were closely crowding around a man.
He appeared to be drunk, his handsome face flushed, his mouth open as the smell of alcohol wafted out.
His sparkling starry eyes seemed a bit hazy.
His usually upright figure now resembled a shrimp with soft legs, stumbling as he walked.
On the street, he staggered left, bumping into 'Ball Queen' Xue Wu's embrace.
A collision to the right had his elbow propped against Zhu Zhuqing.
A step backward and he lightly knocked into Xiaowu.
Finally, he slumped over onto Bi Bidong, arms haphazardly encircling the beautiful and valiant Female Pope.
The Female Pope, who had just coolly glowered at passersby, now looked down at the drunken Luo Yu with fondness and warmth in her phoenix eyes.
She hugged Luo Yu back, steadying his figure.
Her radiant, creamy-white face turned rosy, for the sober Luo Yu was already a handful, and the drunken Luo Yu was even more so.
Bi Bidong silently cursed in her heart,
Thinking, "You really have some nerve, acting brazen in broad daylight after sneaking around in the past."
"Sister Dong, let me help you support Brother Yu," Xiaowu stepped forward with her delicate legs, quickening her pace as she reached out her arm with the intention to assist.
Bi Bidong, protecting Luo Yu, pulled him to the side.
"No need, I've got this."
"Caring for someone is a task for the inexperienced, let your sister handle it."
Xiaowu stuck out her tongue with a look of defeat, tapping her pink legs on the roadside gravel.
"Then let me do it."
Seeing her daughter's fail, Ning Rongrong, the beautiful mother with rosy eyes, moved closer to take Luo Yu.
Bi Bidong dodged again, holding Luo Yu tight.
"No need, I can handle it myself."
"Little sister, you take a break."
Rongrong opened her mouth, taken aback by such possessiveness.
Xiaowu approached her mother, stealthily poking her waist.
"Mom, is she planning to hog him all to herself tonight?"
Rongrong pouted, "What do you think?"
"I think so," Xiaowu said, nodding with frustrated certainty.
Just a few steps out and Bi Bidong's face grew redder, her walk becoming more and more awkward.
One arm around Luo Yu's shoulders, her other hand was busy removing those sneaky hands causing mischief.
The more she resisted, the more Luo Yu seemed to be encouraged.
Gradually, one arm was no match for Luo Yu's two hands.
Bi Bidong complained with resentment:
"Tch!"
"Who the hell got my husband so drunk!!!"
Ah Yin hesitated for a moment.
"Um... it seems we all had a hand in it."
The women looked at each other, recalling the earlier experience at the restaurant.
More than ten women hadn't stopped toasting Luo Yu.
Luo Yu had no choice but to drink every toast.
If he accepted from one woman but not another, the private room would have been overwhelmed with waves of jealousy.
As a result, in just one evening, they ended up buying out all of the restaurant's wine within their private room.
Unable to tolerate those devilish hands misbehaving any longer, Bi Bidong called out,
"Xiaowu, come here for a second."
"What's up?" Xiaowu pouted.
Bi Bidong replied, "Little sister, my arm is getting sore. Let Brother Yu hold you for a while."
Was this a stroke of luck?
Sister Dong had an epiphany, learning to share?
Xiaowu's eyes brightened, and with a whoosh, she dashed over, fearing that another sister would snatch the opportunity first.
He took Luo Yu into his arms directly.
As soon as she embraced the man's proud figure, smelling the overwhelming masculine scent that washed over her, Xiaowu was overjoyed.
The delight on her lovely face couldn't be hidden.
Inwardly, she wondered if this counted as a successful grab for affection.
However, she quickly sensed that something was off. Why was Brother Yu walking so unsteadily, and why were his hands so forceful?
Her face grew redder.
And her walk became more and more awkward.
Xiaowu bit her lip hard, wanting to extend a hand to stop him, but it was hard to halt with only one hand against two.
She simply couldn't endure it any longer.
"Mom, can you come here for a second?"
"What's wrong?" the beautiful woman asked in confusion.
"Brother Yu needs you to hold him for a while," Xiaowu said, her face red.
The beautiful woman was suspicious. "Is this still my daughter? Since when has she become so generous?"
"If you keep nagging, I won't let you have him," Xiaowu huffed lightly.
"I'll hold him."
The beautiful woman took Luo Yu over, letting him lean against her body.
At first, she felt her daughter had grown up and learned to be thoughtful towards her mother.
But she quickly perceived that something was amiss.
Why isn't Brother Yu behaving?
"Hiss—" The beautiful woman trembled, shuddering.
This was more than just misbehaving!
She finally understood why Luo Yu had been "passed around" consecutively by Bi Bidong and her daughter.
If this had happened in a hotel, it would've been fine, but out in public, who could stand it?
"Ah Yin, give Brother Yu a hand," A Wu called for help.
"Huh? You're so kind all of a sudden?" Ah Yin rolled her eyes skeptically.
"Yeah, because we're good sisters," A Wu replied, her face rosy as if water was about to drip from it.
Ah Yin took Luo Yu over.
At first, all was well.
But soon she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper.
Without making too much of a fuss, she quickly pushed him to her younger sister.
Good sisters, indeed; one mustn't shoulder the loss alone—they must share it together.
After one round, none of them had escaped the devil's claws.
Each and every one of them, with flushed faces and crimson ears, exchanged glances with an implicit understanding.
Zhu Zhuqing, as the last woman responsible for assisting the drunken Luo Yu, held out the longest.
But she kept biting down on her red lips firmly.
It wasn't until she saw the hotel where they would stay that she finally heaved a sigh of relief.
However, just at the hotel entrance, she noticed two people had been waiting for Luo Yu for a while.
Upon seeing the distant figure, Bi Bidong's elegant brows furrowed, and she quickly covered her face with a black veil.
Ning Rongrong approached them, quite puzzled.
"Dad, why did you suddenly come here?"
"I'm not here for you, but for my son-in-law; there is an urgent matter," he replied.
Ning Rongrong said with a wry smile, "Then you better go back first, Dad. Brother Yu is drunk."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, "No, it really is urgent; it must be discussed today."
The Snow Night Emperor nodded in agreement from the side.
"This..." Ning Rongrong was in a dilemma. She looked back at Luo Yu, who was slumping on Zhu Zhuqing's fragrant shoulder.
"Uh, this..." Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. Is it really appropriate for this son-in-law to be getting cozy with another woman right in front of me?
The Snow Night Emperor expressed his concern, "Fengzhi, what do we do now? I didn't expect the lad to get drunk."
Ning Fengzhi was silent.
"Dad, what's the matter? You're making it seem so serious," Ning Rongrong asked.
"Someone is planning to assassinate your Brother Yu."
"What?" The women all gathered around, their beautiful eyes focused.
Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile, "I've already planned a counter-assassination. Who would've thought he'd get drunk today of all days. What a miscalculation."
Suddenly, a calm and steady voice rose from the side.
"Who wants to kill me?"
Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth in surprise, and the women simultaneously turned their heads to see Luo Yu standing soberly aside, not a hint of drunkenness on him.