Chapter 118: Do I Look Good?

Before long, the car arrived.

“Wait for me outside; I’m going to park the car,” he said.

“I’ll go with you,” Luo Yixia replied.

“Okay.”

The three of them got out of the car, discreetly indulging in a display of affection.

Song Chengyi parked the car in the garage. The two of them got out and walked side by side.

“Don’t pay attention to whatever they say later, okay?” Taking this opportunity, Luo Yixia pulled him aside and whispered.

“Aren’t they all your good friends?” Song Chengyi asked in confusion.

“They’ll definitely bombard you with questions. Just don’t mind it, don’t get angry, alright?” Luo Yixia asked cautiously.

“Alright, I won’t get angry.” Song Chengyi reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

Hearing that, Luo Yixia finally smiled.

They hadn’t walked far when they saw the three waiting by the door.

“Xia Xia!” Gan Yanyan waved at her.

They all entered a private room.

The place was elegantly named “Silent Moon Pavilion.” Through the curtain, the moon could be faintly seen.

By then, the moon had already risen.

“What would you like to eat?” Song Chengyi took the menu from the waiter and handed it to them.

“Senior, we all have big appetites, so don’t be stingy,” Lin Ya said with a smile.

“Not stingy,” Song Chengyi replied with a smile.

Luo Yixia watched them marking the menu and felt an inexplicable pang of sympathy.

“That should be enough, right? Too much, we won’t be able to finish.”

“That’s nothing,” Lin Ya gave her a sharp look.

Luo Yixia frowned and fell silent.

These three were clearly trying to treat Song Chengyi extravagantly today.

Somehow, someone had even ordered a whole crate of beer.

“Why does your restaurant have beer?” Luo Yixia frowned deeply.

Perhaps because of the last embarrassing incident, Luo Yixia now instinctively feared alcohol.

“That won’t do! It’s such a happy occasion; how can we not drink?” Lin Ya opened a bottle for each person and placed them in front of everyone.

“No, Song Chengyi can’t drink—he has to drive,” Luo Yixia instinctively defended him. She knew he didn’t drink.

“Just call a designated driver, it’s easy,” Gan Yanyan chimed in.

“No way, I’ll drink for him. He can’t drink,” Luo Yixia said firmly.

Lin Ya pulled Luo Yixia aside and whispered, “You just got married, already so protective?”

“I’ll drink twice as much for her,” Luo Yixia insisted without backing down.

Lin Ya looked at the stubborn young woman, then glanced at Song Chengyi.

“Senior Song, are you sure you want Xia Xia to drink for you?”

They all looked at him simultaneously.

“Hmm…” Song Chengyi pondered for a moment. “Let Xia Xia drink. I’m not good at drinking.”

They all exchanged complicated looks.

Luo Yixia was quite pleased, fearing that Song Chengyi would refuse her help just to save face.

At first, they ate while drinking... but soon, things went off the rails.

At the table, a drinking contest began.

“Xia Xia, are you sure you can outdrink the three of us?” Lin Ya squinted dangerously.

“Bring it on. Who’s afraid of whom?” Luo Yixia was not to be outdone.

“Xia Xia, think carefully. Lin Ya is a northern girl; we’ve all seen her drinking capacity,” Xu Jiayu reminded her.

“Come on, enough talk.” Luo Yixia was the first to down a glass.

“Luo Yixia, no crying!” they teased.

Song Chengyi quietly ate beside them; the girls’ battle was not his scene.

He was indeed good at drinking—not that he couldn’t drink—but seeing Luo Yixia so protective and happy to do so, he was willing to let her drink for him.

After several rounds, Xu Jiayu and Gan Yanyan were both out of commission.

“I can’t drink anymore; my stomach feels so full,” Gan Yanyan complained.

“Me too...” Xu Jiayu said weakly.

“Xia Xia, are you bloated?” Lin Ya taunted.

“Don’t you know my appetite?” Luo Yixia was a bit dizzy—she seldom drank and had a low tolerance—but she couldn’t bear to see anyone bully Song Chengyi.

“Then keep going.” Lin Ya opened another bottle.

By the end, Luo Yixia’s intoxication had fully taken hold, her steps unsteady.

“That’s enough for tonight,” Song Chengyi said, supporting Luo Yixia as she sat down.

“No... it’s... not over yet,” Luo Yixia leaned into his embrace, refusing to admit defeat.

“Next time, we’ll drink again,” Song Chengyi took her glass away.

“Senior, you can’t decide that yet. It’s not over,” Lin Ya protested. She wasn’t about to let Luo Yixia off so easily; this girl needed to learn some hardship.

“Next time, when you have boyfriends, I’ll drink with them,” Song Chengyi said gently, holding Luo Yixia.

“Well... that could work,” Gan Yanyan smiled in agreement.

Lin Ya’s own drunkenness was rising; she found his reasoning quite sensible—men drinking with men...

“I’ll take you girls back now; it’s late.” Song Chengyi helped Luo Yixia to her feet.

He called the waiter to settle the bill.

Fortunately, Luo Yixia was asleep by then; otherwise, knowing the meal cost over two thousand would have pained her deeply.

Song Chengyi paid without a blink.

Lin Ya looked at the barely touched food on the table, feeling sorry. “If we’d known, we’d have ordered less... such a waste, hardly ate anything.”

“Next time, I’ll treat you when I have time,” Song Chengyi said with a smile as he helped Luo Yixia out.

“Xia Xia should be the one feeling sorry,” Gan Yanyan laughed.

“Wasn’t this your rule?” Song Chengyi said as he let them support Luo Yixia and went to the garage.

After they left, the three realized what Song Chengyi meant—the rule they set meant they’d have to treat the husband a few more times?

Was this another subtle display of affection?

Sobbing quietly, what could they do...

Xu Jiayu and Gan Yanyan hadn’t drunk much and had sobered up by then, while Lin Ya, a northern girl who had grown up drinking, was already used to it. The cool breeze outside helped clear their heads.

Song Chengyi handed Luo Yixia over to them and went to the garage to drive.

Luo Yixia leaned against Lin Ya, swaying unsteadily.

“Really hopeless, can’t even let him drink a little,” Lin Ya lamented, frustrated.

“Don’t say bad things about Song Chengyi,” Luo Yixia mumbled.

“Alright, even drunk you still defend him,” Gan Yanyan chuckled.

“Ugh...” Luo Yixia bent down, feeling nauseous.

They all watched as she vomited by the roadside.

“Look at you, what a state. Feeling awful? Serves you right. You know what? Next time, will you still protect him?”

Though Lin Ya said this, she was actually quite concerned, crouching beside Luo Yixia and gently patting her.

“Here.” Suddenly, a hand offered a bottle of water.

They all looked over.

A man dressed in black with a baseball cap shading half his face.

Under the streetlight, they could clearly see he was He Zhen.

“He Zhen?” Gan Yanyan asked.

“Yeah, I came here to eat. You… you’ve been drinking too much?” he asked.

“Ah, it’s nothing, she just drank a bit too much,” Gan Yanyan answered.

“Have you called a ride? If not, I can take you. I drove here. It’s inconvenient for four girls who’ve been drinking,” He Zhen was always gentle with the girls.

Even to the point of being overly sentimental...

“No trouble needed... we have a car.”

Just then, Song Chengyi drove out, the headlights shining on them.

Lin Ya and the others quickly helped Luo Yixia into the car and left.

If He Zhen said anything to Song Chengyi now, it would be hard to explain later.

“Thanks, He Zhen. We’ll get going,” Lin Ya greeted him and ushered Luo Yixia inside.

Song Chengyi’s attention was solely on Luo Yixia; he didn’t notice the others.

“Did she throw up?” Song Chengyi handed a tissue to the back seat.

Lin Ya sat in the front passenger seat. “Senior Song, time for some chatting. Let’s go—it’s the new transfer student from our class.”

Song Chengyi didn’t reply, started the car, and drove off.

He Zhen still held the bottle of water, a smile playing on his lips.

“Heh... this is getting more interesting and interesting...”

Song Chengyi first dropped the girls off at the school gate.

After the people on both sides got out, Luo Yixia slumped in her seat.

“Senior Song, you should take Xia Xia home. She’s really drunk,”

“All right, I’ll take good care of her. You all get some rest,” he said.

The three stood by the roadside watching the car leave, then slowly walked toward the school.

Xu Jiayu walked in the middle, supported on both sides.

“I feel so dizzy now...”

“Me too... let’s go wash up and sleep...” Gan Yanyan rested her head on Xu Jiayu’s shoulder.

“Wait... I just remembered... Damn, I’ve been tricked!” Lin Ya stopped, realization dawning.

“What’s wrong?” the other two asked, turning to her.

“Song Chengyi said next time he’d drink with our boyfriends, but the three of us are all single. If we can’t find one, doesn’t that mean he’s dodging this round of drinking?”

...

When Song Chengyi helped Luo Yixia out of the car, she vomited again by the roadside. He returned to the car, grabbed a bottle of water, and helped her rinse her mouth.

Luo Yixia clung to his neck, whining, “Song Chengyi... Song Chengyi... I feel so awful...”

Song Chengyi sighed and gently lifted her up.

All the way home, Luo Yixia kept murmuring.

Song Chengyi carried her to the bathroom and wiped her face...

Had her rinse several times.

“Song Chengyi... I want to sleep...” Luo Yixia still clung to his neck, refusing to let go.

“All right.”

He put her down on the bed, but Luo Yixia still held him tightly by the neck.

“No... I want to hold you as I sleep...” Luo Yixia’s crimson lips curled up.

“All right, I’ll hold you.”

Song Chengyi let Luo Yixia lean against his chest.

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

Suddenly, she lifted her head and hugged his neck again.

Song Chengyi looked at her curiously.

“I... forgot to say...” Luo Yixia’s eyes were dreamy yet wide open, staring hard at him.

“Do I... look good today?” Luo Yixia fixed her gaze on his face, demanding his full attention.

Song Chengyi had noticed earlier that she had put on makeup and dressed up specially today...