Chapter 61
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Su Zhinian stopped talking and did not say anything else.
The unfamiliar female voice waited for a moment before continuing, "The pilot is drunk. He's alone in our hotel …"
Su Zhinian frowned deeply. Without waiting for the female voice to finish, he walked to the coat rack, grabbed his coat, and dashed out of the office.
"… So, do you mind if I ask you or one of the owner's friends to come and fetch her?"
Su Zhinian, who had already stepped into the elevator, opened his mouth the second the female voice finished. He was obviously anxious, but his tone was tinged with annoyance. "Which hotel?"
"Beijing Hotel …" Before the female voice could finish, Su Zhinian hung up the phone. He glanced at Cheng Qingchong, who was standing outside the elevator, and said, "Cancel the meeting" as he pressed the button to close the elevator.
Su Zhinian rushed to Beijing Hotel. Before he pushed open the door, he could hear Song Qingchun's haunting voice drifting out from inside.
"I just can't open my mouth to let him know that I will protect you and make you laugh. I regret not letting you know how important you are to me …"
Su Zhinian's brows twitched, and his hand that was on the door paused for a moment before he pushed it open. Then he saw Song Qingchun sitting on the floor with her hair all over her face, holding a high heel in her hand to act as a microphone. Her eyes were closed, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, "I just can't open my mouth to let him know that it's just a few simple words, I can't do it …"
Su Zhinian's first instinct was to turn to leave. He held the door, took a deep breath, and stepped into the room. Then he accidentally stepped on something hard. He pulled his foot back, and when he lowered his head, he saw it was a lipstick. Then Su Zhinian realized the whole room was littered with Song Qingchun's belongings. The other high heel was by the window, her bag was tossed in the corner … and there was a sanitary napkin at the corner of the table.
Su Zhinian kicked the lipstick beside his feet away and walked forward to pull Song Qingchun up from the ground.
Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian with her misty eyes. Then, she stopped singing and smiled at Su Zhinian.
As Song Qingchun got closer, the heavy smell of alcohol hit Su Zhinian's nostrils. He frowned deeply and turned his head away with condescension. He asked the waiter in a threatening tone, "How much did she drink?"
The waitress took a step back from Su Zhinian's tone. Then she raised her hand to point at the table.
Following the waiter's action, Song Qingchun suddenly reached out to hug Su Zhinian's neck. Su Zhinian's body froze, but before he could pull her away, he heard Song Qingchun say in a coquettish voice, "Brother Yinan, you're finally here. Do you know I've been waiting for you the whole afternoon?"
Su Zhinian's expression darkened immediately. Without a second thought, he yanked Song Qingchun's arm away from his neck. Then he turned to look at the table that the waitress was pointing at. When he saw the wine bottles strewn all over the table, his face darkened even further. He yelled angrily at the waitress, "Who told you to give her so much to drink!"
The waitress felt wronged by Su Zhinian's yelling. She lowered her head silently, but internally, she thought, The customer is God. If she wants to drink, why wouldn't I?
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