Campus Ace Girl

Song Jia was taken aback for a moment, then she walked over, with Chen Ming staring straight at her.

Actually, he wasn’t someone overly consumed by lust, but he couldn’t help but be affected by her. Every time he saw her, his blood seemed to boil, and he couldn’t help but remember the past.

Song Jia glanced at him, then at Zhou Su beside him. With a faint smile, she walked past him. Wearing high heels, her waist looked soft and slender as she walked. Chen Ming almost couldn’t look away, his eyes blurred.

Zhou Su, standing beside him, felt displeased. She suddenly developed a sort of aversion, and reached out to hold onto Chen Ming’s arm, looking provocatively at Song Jia.

Such antics, of course, weren’t enough to impress Song Jia. She glanced at them mockingly, and without care, she entered the hall first, for no other reason than that it was too cold outside.

Wearing a gown just like Zhou Su, she looked quite silly.

It was only after Song Jia left that Chen Ming came back to his senses and frowned, "Zhou Su?"

Zhou Su reluctantly let go, staring at Song Jia’s back, feeling displeased: "She’s so proud and arrogant, she doesn’t see you at all."

Lowering his gaze, Chen Ming then laughed at himself: "Maybe."

He finished speaking and headed into the hall, leaving Zhou Su alone.

Zhou Su stood for a while before beginning to feel cold, but her heart felt even colder. She couldn’t understand why this man didn’t see her. Wasn’t she his best choice? Besides, he and Song Jia were simply impossible. It was impossible before and even more so now and in the future. Zhou Yunchen has succeeded, and Song Jia, his sister, would naturally rise with him. What hope did Chen Ming have?

Thinking of this, Zhou Su sneered coldly and also went inside.

The atmosphere in the hall was just right; Wang Jingyao was chatting with Gu Anxi, Zhou Yunchen, the protagonist of the night, was holding a glass, accompanying them. When Chen Ming walked over, he stood directly beside Wang Jingyao.

He glanced at Song Jia beside Zhou Yunchen, pressing his lips together.

Song Jia acted as if she hadn’t seen him.

The tension between these two was evident to Gu Anxi, who chuckled.

With just this chuckle, Song Jia couldn’t help but roll her eyes: Gu Anxi was surely up to something again.

Just as she thought that, she met Gu Anxi’s mischievous gaze, and her heart sank again, feeling utterly dejected.

When there was a spare moment, Gu Anxi called Wang Jingchuan over and whispered a few words. Secretary Wang shook his head repeatedly: "How does this work? Mr. Zhou is destined for great things in the future. How can I dare to get him drunk? Anxi, let me stay peacefully till retirement, okay?"

Gu Anxi sighed: "You won’t even help with this little favor?"

Secretary Wang stared at her for a while and also sighed: "It’s not that I don’t want to help, but... this drink will certainly be blocked by Miss Song. If she gets drunk and something remarkable happens with Chen Ming, how will I explain it to Mr. Wang and Mr. Zhou? I’d surely be scolded severely tomorrow."

Gu Anxi eyed him: "Look at you, acting all capable."

She naturally wouldn’t force it, remaining gentle and soft-spoken: "Alright, if anything happens, I’ll take the blame. What’s there to worry about? If they don’t want you, just come to me, what are you afraid of?"

Wang Jingchuan looked at her: "You’ll take me in?"

Gu Anxi nodded.

The secretary slapped his leg: What’s there to say? Let’s do it!

So, afterward at the party, he maneuvered smoothly, slowly approaching Zhou Yunchen, drink after drink. For someone like Secretary Wang, a close aide to Wang Jingyao, Zhou Yunchen still had to show some face. Plus, Wang Jingyao was watching with a smile, leading him to think it was Wang Jingyao’s intention.

In no time, several drinks went down smoothly, and combined with others toasting him, he couldn’t keep it up.

Wang Jingyao watched all along, initially puzzled, but as he turned his head, he saw his beloved sister sitting there, watching excitedly. In an instant, he knew exactly what was going on.

It was another trick orchestrated by this little rascal, likely targeting not Zhou Yunchen, but Song Jia and Chen Ming.

Wang Jingyao himself felt compassion for Chen Ming, a man whose heart clearly harbored affection, yet dared not admit it verbally.

In his view, the two sides had some discrepancies, but Zhou Yunchen’s sister obviously favored Chen Ming. Since this cheeky little brat wants to achieve something big, why should he play the villain?

Thus, Wang Jingyao privately called his secretary.

Wang Jingchuan came holding a glass of wine, his face flushed, the smell of alcohol strong. This was not surprising, having participated in numerous events with Wang Jingyao, whose esteemed position meant he couldn’t drink excessively and lose composure, leaving the task of blocking drinks to Wang Jingchuan. Initially, he might falter, but over time, he managed it well.

Now, he was quite capable. Others might be half-drunk, but he remained energetic, unsurprising that Gu Anxi targeted him for her mischief, being resistant to a thousand drinks.

At this moment, Wang Jingyao looked at his secretary and said calmly, "Sit down."

Wang Jingchuan, aware of his overindulgence, was about to apologize when Wang Jingyao coughed slightly: "Jingchuan, you’ve teamed up pretty well with that little rascal. What now, she’s become your boss? You’ve listened to everything, good and bad, from her?"

Wang Jingchuan felt a chill in his heart and couldn’t help but smile bitterly: ’It seems nothing escapes your observation.’

Wang Jingyao relaxedly sat, sipping tea: "Her little schemes are clear to me as her brother. I can tell when she’s up to something just as she raises her eyebrow."

The secretary coughed lightly, feeling his superior was rather indiscreet, and Old Wang seemed to notice, casually changing the subject, "So, what are you planning to do in a while? Zhou Yunchen’s visibly had a bit much, and his sister will mostly help block the drinks. Are you going to get her drunk and let Chen Ming take care of her?"

Wang Jingchuan dared not answer directly, saying only, "Little Gu is bound to... arrange something, right?"

Wang Jingyao chuckled coldly: "She arrange? That little brat? Wouldn’t Zhou Yunchen break her afterward? Here’s what..."

He said this while picking up a glass of wine from the coffee table and handed it to Wang Jingchuan.

Wang Jingchuan was taken aback: "This?"

"Chen Ming has had quite a tough day," Wang Jingyao smiled faintly, and suddenly Wang Jingchuan understood.

Old Wang leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes slightly: "I don’t know anything... let Zhou Yunchen find Chen Ming afterward."

Wang Jingchuan swallowed hard, thinking to himself that Mr. Wang and Little Gu really are... not a family without entering a family door, both are terribly wayward, one is bad to the core, and the other spoiled to the heavens, she does anything and he helps with it.

Wang Jingchuan accepted the task, eagerly going to work, not only made Chen Ming drink that glass of wine, but also successfully got Zhou Yunchen and Song Jia drunk together, especially Zhou Yunchen, who first couldn’t handle it, so King Jingyao directly arranged someone to send him home, poor Zhou Yunchen drank so much he forgot about the girl.

At this moment, Song Jia was still being persuaded by Wang Jingchuan to drink, and she was almost drunk.

After one round, King Jingyao came over, looked at the situation here, and reprimanded: "Jingchuan, you are too inconsiderate of the juniors, you think they can hold a thousand glasses without getting drunk like you?"

Wang Jingchuan naturally apologized: "My mistake, my mistake, I accidentally got them all drunk."

King Jingyao laughed and scolded: "You really think this is a usual gathering, these are all our own people, tomorrow let’s see how Yunchen will deal with you."

As he spoke, he instructed Chen Ming beside him: "You take Jia home, don’t come back later, just go home yourself, today’s a good day, spend more time with your mother."

Chen Ming was feeling uncomfortable, wondering why he felt so hot when he hadn’t drunk much.

Later he thought, it seemed like the wine Secretary Wang had given him had some tonic taste, he found it strange at the time, then thought maybe Secretary Wang took the wrong glass, it was meant for Mr. Wang...

But in such a situation, he couldn’t ask, so he vaguely agreed.

Having drunk, he couldn’t drive, so he prepared to call for a car to take them, but Wang Jingchuan had already arranged to move all the cars, so Chen Ming spent a long time on the phone and had to call for a taxi in the end.

Song Jia had drunk too much, and leaning on the back seat as soon as she got in the car, she panted: "I don’t want you to take me. My family has a driver."

Chen Ming also leaned against the back seat, loosening his tie, then turned his head to look at her: "You think I wanted to take you?"

Although Song Jia was drunk, she still knew it was Chen Ming and vaguely knew they were arguing, so she got angrier and pushed him: "Then get out!"

She was always drunk, unsteady in strength, and the push didn’t move him, instead she fell into his arms.

Chen Ming held onto her, stopping her from moving: "Behave, I’ll take you home and I’ll leave, don’t worry, I won’t cling to you."

He held her like this, she wanted to struggle but couldn’t, kept kicking him: "Let go of me, go find your Zhou Su, why aren’t you going, I saw her with someone else, don’t you get jealous or angry? Chen Ming, are you even a man?"

She was unreasonable and spouting nonsense, completely angering Chen Ming, and he gripped her tightly: "I’m not a man? Song Jia, you’re lying with your eyes wide open, am I a man, don’t you know the best?"

She was stunned, raised her eyes to look at him.

Her face was very clear and beautiful, red lips slightly parted, very tempting: "Chen Ming..."

Meanwhile, the coat on her shoulder slipped down, the scene was inexplicably alluring.

Chen Ming closed his eyes, throat bobbing: "Put the coat on."

Song Jia suddenly laughed lightly, her fingers gently traced his arm: "Turns out you’re a fake gentleman."

After saying that, she held his face, forcing him to look at her.

Both drank, at this close distance, they could even smell the wine from each other’s breath, a faint ambiguity floated in the air.

"Am I good-looking?" Song Jia’s breath sprayed on his face, her tone murmured: "Not allowed to say not good-looking, if it’s not good-looking how did you stare at me all night."

Chen Ming was somewhat annoyed, wanting to pry open the arms she was clutching, but this time she automatically let go, leaning against the back seat, laughing with a squeak, "Chen Ming, did you know, looking at your eyes, it seemed like you wanted to gouge out the eyes of all the men present?"

’You think too much.’ His voice was both husky and hoarse, then he bent over and picked her coat up, forcibly putting it on her shoulder, during all this he didn’t dare to look at her much, his gaze stuck to the side.

However, Song Jia obviously didn’t want to let him off, as soon as he moved she clung to him again.

"I want to go home with you."

Chen Ming’s body trembled, then his voice tightened: ’What are you talking about?’

"I want to go home with you," she said again, "My brother is drunk, I don’t want two drunkards at home."

Chen Ming turned his head to look out the window: "There’ll be servants at home taking care of you."

"I don’t want others taking care." She moved closer to his face: "I just want you to take care, I just want to see you struggle, just want to see you act like a fake gentleman."

She drank a lot, said many things she wouldn’t normally say: "Chen Ming, do you still have me in your heart, otherwise why do you look at me like a wolf? Do you not like Zhou Su? Or do you not like her figure?"

Chen Ming’s face turned red, his face turned aside, "Don’t say anything."

Actually, he could say one thing, it’s none of your business, then even if she drank too much she wouldn’t bother him, but such harsh words he couldn’t bear to say to her, or didn’t want to say, because he was as she said, a fake gentleman, even if she drank too much he still wanted her to bother him, like this... he enjoyed it.

Chen Ming cursed himself for being so useless internally, also annoyed, yet she unknowingly kept provoking him, until he couldn’t bear it anymore, he reported an address.

The driver heard it and understood.

Haha, he had seen this kind of thing many times, taking women home to his own place isn’t so unusual, but the woman in the car is really beautiful, like a celebrity, this guy has quite the encounter.

The driver was extremely envious, but didn’t forget his task: "Well, it might... sir understands, it’s the rule of this line of work."

Chen Ming didn’t understand any rules, but knew the other wanted money, his mind was chaotic, so he directly pulled out a thousand from his wallet, the driver immediately got energized, stepped hard on the gas pedal, and headed towards the destination.

The car arrived at Chen Ming’s single apartment in 20 minutes, the car stopped, Chen Ming turned his head, found Song Jia asleep.

He shook his head, sighed, not quite knowing what to do.

Should he send her back?