Chapter 22: Drunk

Monica sat in a chair, flipping through a stack of photos, remaining silent throughout.
The man sitting across from her observed her expression, nervously rubbing his fingers and sweating on his forehead.
She applied more pressure with her fingertips as she continuously forced the edges of the photos, creating a ring of creases. She flipped through them quickly and, unable to bear it anymore, slammed her hand heavily on the table.
With a "crack," the photos scattered on the smooth tabletop like fish swimming away.
"I paid so much money, and this is what you show me?"
"Msrs. Perez, we really can't be blamed for this." The man took out a tissue, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and replied with a bitter face, "It's just that Mr. Wright didn't have anything worth capturing.
We investigated him during this period of time and found that besides work, he mostly stayed at home. Occasionally, he would go out with friends, mostly male friends. There were hardly any women around him, let alone any intimate relationships."
Ever since returning from Z City, Monica felt that something was off. She felt like she had been led around by Steven. Desperate to break free from this predicament, she decided to take the initiative and hire someone to investigate him, trying to find some leverage and turn the tables.
As a young entrepreneur on the rise, it was crucial to carefully maintain one's personal image in public. If someone's personal life was chaotic, it would undoubtedly become a stain on their reputation.
Monica recalled the rogue things Steven had done to her and believed that he must not be a good person in private.
But now, the private investigator had given her an entirely unexpected answer.
It seemed like all those teasing, flirtatious, nonchalant, and assertive attitudes, along with intense desire... were all targeted at her.
Was he trying to take advantage of her?
Monica tightened her fingers as she looked at the person in the photos, feeling unwilling to accept it.
Stepping out of the cafe, Uncle Li'sthe car was parked on the side of the road. She hurriedly walked over, and her phone in her bag started ringing.
The sunlight was blinding, and before she could see the screen clearly, she answered, "Hello?"
Ap's voice came through almost muffled muffledly, "Monica, come have a drink with me tonight."
Monica never expected that the couple who had been so affectionate during the concert would reach the point of breaking up half a month later.
Ap forcefully knocked the wine glass on the table, "He always tells me to wait a little longer, but I can't wait anymore."
It turned out that despite their best efforts, their activities in Z City were still captured by paparazzi. The paparazzi didn't expose who Ap Lisa was, but they released photos of Qin ChuShawn having late-night snacks with a young woman, causing quite a stir.
As a rising singer, Qin ChuShawn had a certain amount of talent, but it was his attractive looks and the contrast between his onstage and offstage personalities that attracted a lot of female fans.
Right now, his fanbase was on the verge of collapse, like a high-rise building waiting for a deafening collapse that would completely crush his promising career.
For the sake of his career, his manager made a decisive move,
To clarify, that was just Qin ChuShawn's sister who came specifically to attend his concert and temporarily appease the restless fans with their familial relationship. However, it also intensified Ying ShuLisa's dissatisfaction to the extreme.
She and Qin ChuShawn had an argumenta conflict, she accused ing him of wanting both a successful career and a romantic relationship without considering her feelings.
Her willingness to engage in a secret relationship with him was already a concession, but she didn't expect to be frustrated in this way at a time like this. Qin ChuShawn desperately pleaded, but Ying ShuLisa remained resolute about breaking up.
He was unwilling, and the two of them remained at a stalemate. Ying ShuLisa was unhappy in her heart, so she came to drink with Monica. Monica accompanied her, not knowing how she felt.
"So, don't believe any promises from men. "Wait until I have money, wait until I have a successful career." These are all empty promises," Ying ShuLisa tapped her glass against Monica's and said, "If I had found a stable film emperor who didn't care about having a girlfriend fan, then I would have had it a long time ago."
"When a man is uncertain about his own future, how can he dare to make promises so easily? The most crucial thing is, I stupidly believed them."
Lisa continued. "I might as well listen to my dad and go on blind dates. At least the people he arranges for me wouldn't make me feel like a thief when I'm in a relationship."
Ying ShuLisa kept drinking, and Monica was never good at comforting others, so she just accompanied her and drank alongside her. Monica didn't have a good alcohol tolerance, and after a while, she actually passed out even faster than Ying ShuLisa.
The bartender calmly watched the two of them wobbling at the bar, clearly accustomed to this situation. He found a waitress and had her take Monica's phone out of her pocket, unlocking it with her fingerprint. In the recent call records, she found "Big Brother" and dialed the number.
The call was quickly answered, and the waitress briefly explained the situation to Eric. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I'm not in NingchuanSiena right now. Here's what I'll do, I'll send someone to pick them up." Half an hour later, Steven appeared at the bar.
He had a handsome face and long legs, attracting numerous intrigued gazes from those who wanted to strike up a conversation. He paid them no attention and walked straight to the bar, where he saw the two figures lying motionless.
The waiter asked for his name, and he replied, matching what Eric had said on the phone. He left with peace of mind but not without telling himthem, "These two ladies seem to be heartbroken."
"Heartbroken?" he frowned.
In theory, the person who was the most heartbroken would be the one who drank the most, but from the level of intoxication of the two, it was impossible to tell who was consoling whom for a moment.
Even if they were feeling miserable, the two of them shouldn't have gotten so drunk in a bar like this. It was truly lacking in safety awareness. If they hadn't encountered a kind and reliable bar staff today, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He walked over, helped up Monica, and saw that she was still somewhat conscious in her dazed state. He reached out and pinched her cheek, asking in a calm voice, "You got this drunk without giving me a heads up?"
Monica frowned uncomfortably and opened his hand, biting into it with her mouth. Unfortunately, she didn't have much strength, and her teeth softly bumped against his knuckles.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he stuck his finger into her mouth, teasing her soft tongue and vigorously stirring it a few times more.. Mo
Unable to resist, she hummed with his fingers in her mouth, clear saliva seeping out from the corners of her lips.
An extremely lewd scene it was. .
He quickly withdrew his hand, but his lower body involuntarily underwent some changes.
Steven sent Ying ShuLisaxian back home, watching as the nanny helped her inside before he returned to his car, he turned the car around, and drove towards his own house.
Halfway through the drive, he parked the car and went to a convenience store. When he came back, he had a bag in one hand and a thermos in the other, opening the back door to feed Monica.
She drank while leaning against his embrace, then slipped unconscious and fell down, clearly heavily intoxicated.
The only advantage was that she had yet to vomit in his car.
Carrying Monica back home, Steven just turned on the lights when she was abruptly awakened by the sudden brightness. She turned over and tried to get out of his embrace, muttering about wanting to take a bath.
Steven held her unsteady steps. "If you can't even stand properly, why would you want to bathe? Sleep and then bathe."
"I won't!" Monica was very persistent about this matter. "I want to bathe, otherwise, I won't go to bed."
He couldn't convince her otherwise, so he could only bring her to the bathroom and fill the bathtub with water for her. The steaming hot air quickly filled the entire bathroom, creating a misty and ethereal atmosphere.
Monica began to undress, while he stepped back a few steps and anxiously stood at the doorway, keeping an eye on her.
Sure enough, she was so drunk that she couldn't stand steadily. Her feet slipped, and she almost fell to the side. Steven swiftly caught her, both annoyed and amused. "I told you, how can you bathe like this when you're drunk?"
With her eyes half-closed, Monica snuggled into his embrace in a spoiled manner. "I sweated today... all sticky and uncomfortable." She spoke incoherently.
"Do you want me to serve you?" Steven asked.
She nodded with a dazed look in her eyes.
Steven looked at her. "Do you know who I am?"
Facing this question, she seemed a bit puzzled. She leaned closer to him, widening her eyes and struggling to gather consciousness and recognition, then confidently concluded, "Steven!"
Her tone was light and cheerful, clearly pleased with herself for recognizing him. She reached out and pointed at the mole on the corner of his eye. "The mole here looks really good."
He held her finger, asking, "Don't you hate me at a time like this?"
Without hesitation, she replied, "I do hate you!"
"Oh, then I'll leave." Steven threatened.
Monica was a bit annoyed. "Just leave quickly, I'll wash by myself."
Saying that, she turned around and was about to step into the bathtub without even realizing that she hadn't taken off all her clothes. Unable to bear it, Steven pulled her back and began helping her undress.
"Monica, enjoying my service comes with a price."
**Chapter 23: Acupressure, Leg Cross, Terms**
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