125: Poor alcohol tolerance

"At most, I'll just mention it in our class group chat."

The air froze for a second.

The next moment.

"Wu! Xiu! Xiu!"

Lan Qingyu's scream nearly lifted the roof off the entire private room.

She immediately pounced like a provoked kitten, claws out.

"How dare you!"

"I'll let you talk! I'll let you talk in the group chat!"

Lan Qingyu's hand accurately targeted the ticklish spot on Wu Xiuxiu's waist.

"Ah! Hahaha... I was wrong! I was wrong, Qingyu!"

Wu Xiuxiu shook with laughter, dodging and begging for mercy.

The two young ladies, whose combined net worth could buy the entire street, were currently rolling around on the sofa, laughing and wrestling like overgrown children.

Lin Chao shook his head helplessly and quietly moved the fruit plate aside, afraid they might knock it over.

After wrestling for a good while, the two girls finally stopped, panting heavily.

Each grabbed a microphone, ordered a popular song, and began howling atrociously.

Caught up in the moment, Lan Qingyu suddenly slammed the table, full of heroic spirit.

"Waiter! Bring the drinks!"

Lan Qingyu popped open two cans with a 'snap,' placing one in front of Lin Chao and holding the other herself.

She lifted her chin and looked at Lin Chao with a hint of provocation.

"Uncle Lin! Dare to chug one with me?"

Lin Chao's brow furrowed again.

He pointed to the can of beer and advised, "Girls shouldn't drink too much."

Unexpectedly, Lan Qingyu didn't appreciate the concern; instead, she scoffed.

"Hmph!"

She squinted at Lin Chao, her tone full of disdain: "What, are you scared?"

"Uncle Lin, you're not afraid of being outdrunk by little old me, are you?"

Lin Chao: "..."

He truly had no way to deal with this fearless young lady.

Fine.

Lin Chao sighed and picked up the beer in front of him.

"Alright, let's drink."

He realized that if he didn't let her drink her fill tonight, this wouldn't end.

"That's more like it!"

Lan Qingyu raised an eyebrow smugly, lifted her can, and clinked it against Lin Chao's.

"Bottoms up!"

She tilted her head back and gulped down most of the can.

Lin Chao had no choice but to take a sip alongside her.

The result was... they hadn't even finished two cans of beer.

Lan Qingyu's heroic spirit had already been washed away by the alcohol.

Her pretty face was flushed red like a ripe apple, and the hand holding the microphone was shaking.

Eight out of ten words she sang were off-key, sounding like a cat in heat.

Lin Chao covered his forehead, feeling his temples throbbing.

She's already passed out?

That alcohol tolerance is truly terrible!

However, what left him even more speechless was yet to come.

Wu Xiuxiu's alcohol tolerance was about the same as Lan Qingyu's.

Before long.

The private room fell completely silent.

The two girls who had been full of life moments ago were now sprawled out on the sofa, sound asleep and unconscious, like two drunken koalas.

Lin Chao: "..."

Looking at the mess, he felt his head splitting.

He couldn't just leave them here.

Lin Chao got up and left the private room, finding the waitress named Xiao Qiao.

"I need a favor. Could you please watch that room for me? I'll take them downstairs first."

"Ah? Yes, of course!"

Xiao Qiao quickly nodded.

Lin Chao returned to the room, looked at Lan Qingyu sleeping soundly on the sofa, sighed, and bent down to scoop her up in his arms.

The girl's body was light, soft as a pile of mud, and carried a faint scent of alcohol and fragrance.

Lin Chao carried her, walked steadily out of the KTV, carefully placed her in the back seat of his car, and meticulously fastened her seatbelt.

Having settled one, Lin Chao returned to the private room upstairs.

Following the same procedure, he carried the deeply sleeping Wu Xiuxiu out as well.

Xiao Qiao watched him carry the two drunken girls up and down by himself, her face full of worry, and she escorted him all the way to the main entrance downstairs at the KTV.

"Mr. Lin..."

She watched Lin Chao settle Wu Xiuxiu as well before speaking softly.

Lin Chao closed the car door, turned around, and smiled at her.

"Don't worry, go back to work."

His tone was gentle: "I will safely take both of them home."

Xiao Qiao looked at this man, who had just saved her and was now so gentle and considerate, and her eyes were full of gratitude.

She bowed to Lin Chao again: "Thank you, Uncle Lin."

Lin Chao: "..."

Fine.

Tonight, he inexplicably gained another 'niece' calling him 'Uncle'.

He took out his phone and checked the time.

Since he had also drunk a little wine, he definitely couldn't drive the car.

So, he skillfully opened an app and called a designated driver.

The designated driver arrived quickly.

Before getting in the car, Lin Chao glanced back at the rear seat.

One Lan Qingyu, one Wu Xiuxiu.

He knew where Lan Qingyu lived, but Wu Xiuxiu... he didn't know her address at all.

Forget it. Since both were this drunk, he might as well package them up and send them both to Lan Qingyu's house.

The Designated Driver Master drove very smoothly.

The car was quiet, save for the sound of gentle breathing.

Lin Chao looked through the rearview mirror at the two girls sprawled across the back seat.

Lan Qingyu's head was resting against the window, her mouth slightly open, sleeping defenselessly.

Wu Xiuxiu, meanwhile, was simply resting her head on Lan Qingyu's lap, the two embracing in an extremely contorted sleeping position.

Lin Chao shook his head helplessly.

Soon, the car slowly drove into a brightly lit villa area.

The car stopped in front of the villa with the most exaggerated footprint.

"Master, please wait here for a moment."

"I'll take them inside and be right out."

The Designated Driver Master nodded repeatedly, wisely choosing not to ask further questions.

Lin Chao got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, and opened the door.

He first carefully moved Wu Xiuxiu's head, then leaned down and once again carried the utterly drunk Lan Qingyu out.

The night breeze was cool. The girl stirred restlessly in his arms, whimpering softly like a spoiled cat.

Lin Chao carried her to the massive, carved, antique copper door.

He supported Lan Qingyu with one arm, while his other hand gently picked up her soft, boneless right hand.

He pinched her index finger and aimed it at the fingerprint recognition area on the lock.

"Drip—"

With a soft click, the lock opened instantly.

Lin Chao sighed in relief and carried the "big trouble" in his arms into the foyer.

Only a dim yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room, casting the huge space in an empty, quiet light.

He carefully placed Lan Qingyu on the leather sofa in the living room—a sofa large enough for seven or eight people.

After a thought, he grabbed a cashmere blanket nearby and carefully covered her with it.

Only after doing all this did he turn around and leave the villa once more.

Following the same procedure, he carried the even more deeply sleeping Wu Xiuxiu out of the car.

However, this time, just as he carried Wu Xiuxiu into the foyer...

A wall lamp at the top of the second-floor staircase suddenly turned on.

A mature figure, dressed in a champagne-colored silk nightgown, was holding the stair railing and slowly descending.