Chapter 11 The Drunk Tomboy 2_1

Mu Yingchen was also stunned for a moment before he gently lifted the restless Su Wanxia from his arms, her arms and legs flailing.

Perhaps it was her instinct for safety, but Su Wanxia naturally clung to his neck, continuously clamoring, "Alcohol, give me alcohol, I want to drink."

Mu Yingchen's face turned dark as he carried her quickly toward the exit of the venue; if they didn't leave now, this woman might do something else embarrassing.

Yan Yirou hurried to follow them, Mu Feng and a few others were about to join when, as if he remembered something, he turned to the executives and bodyguards behind him and said, "You guys don't need to follow," then also chased after Mu Yingchen's direction.

The crowd behind was instantly petrified. Were they dreaming? Mu had just carried away that drunken woman like that...

Mu Yingchen, holding Su Wanxia, made it to the upstairs, where Ji Hua smartly opened a presidential suite for them.

At the door, Mu Yingchen, his clothes disheveled and holding the kicking and punching Su Wanxia, coldly told the people behind him to go downstairs, then with a bang shut the door.

The others were dumbfounded. Yan Yirou's mouth opened and closed, but in the end, she dared not say anything. Wanxia ah, I'm sorry for you, watching you pitifully taken into the tiger's den, and I am powerless to help, especially since you were so ferocious when drunk, I couldn't handle you.

Mu Yingchen put Su Wanxia on the sofa, undid his suit buttons, and took off his jacket, his tie already pulled askew by Su Wanxia.

In just that short time, Su Wanxia had already stood up from the sofa, feeling dizzy and groggy, everything spinning before her eyes, making her head swim.

As soon as she stood up, her legs went weak, and she flopped back down onto the sofa. Mu Yingchen watched her like this and shook his head utterly helplessly.

Su Wanxia thought that her inability to stand steady was due to her shoes, so she fiercely shook her feet, but however much she shook, she couldn't get them off, and then she called out in irritation, "So annoying, I don't want to wear these..."

A pair of hands gently held her feet and tenderly took off her shoes, setting them aside.

Now with her feet firmly on the ground, Su Wanxia shook her head, saw a blurry figure in front of her—no, many figures, as she swung back and forth, she couldn't make out who it was in front of her.

"Haha, so many of you ah, who are you?"

Mu Yingchen felt a throbbing in his temples, this woman was driving him to his wits' end.

"Su Wanxia, see clearly who I am," he growled lowly.

Following his cue, Su Wanxia asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Mu Yingchen!"

Instantly, Su Wanxia went quiet, only to then burst out laughing, "You liar, he's in China, not here."

"This is China, I am right here," he said.

"You idiot, this is England, not China, we are in London," she laughed.

Mu Yingchen's mouth twitched, and he rubbed his brow in extreme frustration.

Su Wanxia staggered over to the television, picked up the remote control, and started shouting at the top of her lungs, "Don't ask me where I come from~~ my homeland is far away~~ why wander~~ wander~~"

Yan Yirou, Mu Feng, Ji Hua, and Mu Chuyang were sitting on the sofa in the hallway, listening to the cacophony coming from the room, all with their heads full of black lines.

Good heavens, is this ever going to end?

How on earth can Mu Yingchen stand her...

Another hour passed---

"Hey you, sit there, and listen to me sing a song..." Su Wanxia pointed at the somewhat blurry figure in front of her, commanding like a bossy big sister.

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Mu Yingchen had seen Su Wanxia drunk before but didn't realize then that she became a completely different person when intoxicated. From then on, he imposed a ban on her drinking because, when she got drunk, it wasn't she who suffered but him.

Once she started her drunken frenzy, she wouldn't stop until exhausted, and everyone around her had to follow her commands—if you didn't do as she wished, she'd either make a scene, hit you, or simply sit on the ground and cry.

"Did you hear that? You'll just sit in front of me. I want to sing," she declared.

For the umpteenth time, Mu Yingchen held his forehead and walked in front of her, saying gently, "Be good, no singing now, we'll sing tomorrow."

"No, I want to sing now," she insisted.

"You've sung too much today, it's not good for your throat," he reasoned.

"No, no, then you sing for me," Su Wanxia resorted to being unreasonable.

Mu Yingchen pulled her into his arms and gently caressed her soft hair, soothing her with his words, "Wanwan, be good. I'll sing for you tomorrow. It's time for you to rest now, okay?"

He thought he would have to spend a significant amount of time calming her again, only to realize after a while that there was no reaction from the person in his embrace.

Worried, he looked at her face, and his heart instantly twisted into a knot.

With her big eyes reddened, Su Wanxia sniffled and said intermittently, "Only he used to call me Wanwan. He said my parents call me Xiaxia, and my classmates and friends call me Wanxia..."

"So he wanted to have a special, unique name for me, and said no one else could use it..."

Mu Yingchen's heart felt as if it had been sliced open with a knife, bleeding, as he looked at the pitiful creature before him. The feeling of powerlessness from that night six years ago engulfed his whole body again—if she remembered so clearly, why did she choose to leave so decisively then...

"Waah..." Suddenly, Su Wanxia burst into loud crying, startling Mu Yingchen.

"He's such a bastard, he actually danced with another woman."

"He also told me before that aside from me, he didn't like anyone else."

"Bastard, liar..." she ranted.

Mu Yingchen had no immunity to her tears. No matter what happened, the moment she cried, he was sure to surrender.

Gently, he lifted her, bringing her to the inner room and sitting down on the bed with her in his arms, "He didn't lie to you. He doesn't like anyone but you."

Hearing his gentle words of comfort, Su Wanxia finally stopped crying.

Since she was sitting on Mu Yingchen's lap, she looked up to see an enlarged handsome face.

Perhaps she had caused enough trouble to clear her mind slightly, and as she looked at the familiar yet somewhat strange face in front of her, she gently reached out to touch his brows, eyes, nose, and mouth with her hand.

Is this a dream? Still a dream? She had had this dream for six years.

But why did the dream feel so real this time? It made her reluctant to shatter this beautiful moment.

"Achen..." she murmured, and the next moment, she offered her lips.

Mu Yingchen felt his heart skip a beat, such a familiar name that he thought he hadn't heard in an entire century.

At the same time, her soft, sweet lips touched his, making his body shiver. Holding this soft beauty was difficult enough; did this woman realize that she was playing with fire?

While he was distracted, Su Wanxia had already pushed him down, gracefully straddling him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and kissing his mouth frantically.

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