Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1592: Wu Di of the Anti-Fans (23)

Chuzheng came out of the bar and immediately saw the boy pacing back and forth outside.

The shadow flickered back and forth on the ground, lonely.

Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing here?"

The shadow paused, and its owner turned around, revealing a pair of bright eyes above the mask on his face: "Waiting for you to get off work, thought we could go back together..."

As Chuzheng approached, she caught a faint smell of alcohol: "Did you drink?"

"Hmm... just a little."

An Ji hooked his finger on the edge of his mask and pulled it down, exposing his entire face to the air as he exhaled slightly: "Is it a strong smell?"

"It’s okay."

An Ji blinked, then slowly began to smile: "So, can we go back now?"

Chuzheng didn’t want to see An Ji smile.

Dislike?

Of course not.

When she saw An Ji smile, she wanted not only to see his smile but to do something else.

Chuzheng’s gaze shifted to the other side: "Hmm."

An Ji seemed to walk stably, without any apparent issues, but Chuzheng thought he seemed a bit drunk.

Like right now...

Chuzheng suddenly pulled him back: "Careful..."

An Ji tilted his head and seriously asked her: "Aren’t we walking?"

Regardless of his tone or how he looked, he appeared very normal.

But...

What’s the rush to walk!

Chuzheng calmly said: "Red light."

Can’t hit.

Good Person Card.

Think more!

Aren’t I much calmer now!

"Oh." An Ji obediently stood beside her, whispering: "But there’s no car, if we cross, no one would see, right?"

Chuzheng: "..." He’s definitely drunk!

Chuzheng originally held his arm, now she had to grab his hand to prevent him from suddenly rushing out.

Although there weren’t many cars now, who knows if someone would be driving under the influence!!

If he gets smashed, who would I turn to for my card!

An Ji suddenly quieted down, lowering his head to look at the hand Chuzheng held.

The light turned green, and An Ji still hadn’t retrieved his gaze, being led across by Chuzheng.

"Are you taking me home?" An Ji suddenly asked.

Chuzheng turned her head to glance at him; the boy’s brows were lowered, his face surprisingly showing a hint of loneliness.

Chuzheng tightened her fingers, her voice neither light nor heavy: "Home."

The boy raised his head, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting, his eyes bright and sparkling.

Chuzheng: "..."

Ugh!

Chuzheng exhaled deeply, taking An Ji back.

While going upstairs, An Ji kept stopping and starting, Chuzheng had no idea what he wanted to do, unable to drag him, she just waited.

Luckily An Ji didn’t do much else, just stopped and started.

"Open the door."

An Ji looked innocent: "Why should I open it? Can’t you open it?"

Chuzheng resisted the urge to hit him: "This is your house; the key is with you."

How can I open it!

"Oh." An Ji didn’t move: "Then you should look for it."

Chuzheng: "???"

Why! What do you mean by that, how should I look for it? Strip you?

Chuzheng found the key on An Ji, opened the door, and pushed him inside.

"Why are you pushing me." An Ji muttered, but he knew to change his shoes: "So tired, I want to sleep."

"Shower before sleeping."

"No way." An Ji walked straight to the bedroom: "I want to sleep!"

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng watched An Ji fall onto the bed, and within moments, his breathing became calm.

Chuzheng: "..."

Leaning against the door, Chuzheng pulled out her phone to message Fei Xiu.

[San Ye: Do you know how An Ji behaves when he’s drunk?]

[Fei Xiu: Why are you asking this? You’re not thinking of doing something naughty, are you? Little girl, let me tell you, An Ji has someone he likes, don’t mess around!]

Chuzheng: "???"

Mess around with what?

Also, what is this about liking someone?

Chuzheng typed much faster.

[San Ye: Who is the person he likes?]

[Fei Xiu: For someone worthy of An Ji, they must be top-tier beautiful, right!]

[San Ye: Have you seen them?]

Fei Xiu didn’t reply immediately, a minute later, he sent two words.

[Fei Xiu: Seen.]

[Fei Xiu: So little girl, don’t just stare at An Ji’s face, you should look at other crushes too, right?]

Fei Xiu doesn’t know who An Ji likes, but he hadn’t seen any romantic spark between Chuzheng and An Ji.

Combined with Chuzheng asking about An Ji before, Fei Xiu thought Chuzheng must have some thoughts.

If An Ji hadn’t told him what he did, Fei Xiu might have encouraged her a bit.

But An Ji just told him he likes someone, so obviously the cub’s wishes are most important!

Fei Xiu’s thoughts are pretty simple: clear all obstacles for his cub.

[Fei Xiu: Why aren’t you replying?]

[Fei Xiu: Did you hear me?]

[Fei Xiu: Don’t be too sad; my cub is excellent, but there are always better ones, right? We must look ahead!]

[Fei Xiu: ...]

Chuzheng set her phone to silent, looking into the room at An Ji.

A moment later, Chuzheng went into the bathroom to collect some water to clean him up.

The water was rather cool, waking An Ji and he blinked to match Chuzheng’s gaze.

An Ji rubbed his eyes, full of confusion, then managed a cute smile, before closing his eyes to continue sleeping.

Chuzheng held herself above him, hands on each side.

The boy closed his eyes, casting fan-shaped shadows with his long lashes on his fair cheeks.

The light fell, his features were sharp and clear, too quiet, adding gentleness and docility.

Chuzheng reached to touch his hair, her fingertips lightly brushing a strand first.

Finding it soft, she slowly moved to the top, gently rubbing a few times.

Chuzheng slowly lowered her head...

—

The next day.

An Ji sat up, rubbing his aching head, the blanket slipping off, leaving him somewhat bewildered as he looked around.

This was his room...

Last night he seemed to have gone home with Chuzheng.

Yet what happened afterward was fuzzy for An Ji.

Supporting himself off the bed, An Ji found a post-it note on the bedside table.

— Breakfast is on the table.

An Ji smiled, took the note and went out to find breakfast on the table.

Sitting down, An Ji glanced at his clothes, which seemed to be his pajamas... who changed them?

—

[An Ji: Did you change me into pajamas?]

Chuzheng saw the message while sitting in Grandma Chi’s living room with Wan Ying.

Wan Ying maintained a proper smile, her belly already round; she touched it with a graceful demeanor.

Chuzheng lowered her head, looking at her phone.

The phone screen showed An Ji’s just-sent message.

[San Ye: Yes.]

[An Ji: How could you change me...]

Chuzheng typed with a deadpan expression.

[San Ye: Who else did you want? The person you like?]

How could the Good Person Card have someone he likes behind my back!

That should have been mine!

Mine!

Angry!

A weak, helpless little one is now losing even their own card.