488 Are you Drunk?

Boom!

“Ah—!”

“Careful,” Zhang Wei cautioned as Cai Wenxi, in front of him, clutched her head. In her haste, she had hit her head against the roof of the car.

Ignoring his advice, her eyes filled with tears—not from the pain of the bump, but from the chaos around her.

She glanced around the car; the back seat was in disarray, stained with the marks of their activities together—her virgin blood mingled with their combined fluids.

With one hand, she grabbed a tissue and awkwardly tried to clean herself, her body still tingling with the remnants of their activities.

‘It’s a mess! It’s a mess! Ugh!’

‘It’s too late — he would find out!’

“Where are my clothes!?” she thought in a panic, as a series of chaotic thoughts barraged her mind all at once.

Her eyes, wide with panic, scanned the cramped space for her clothes, her mind racing as she wondered where they could have gone.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Zhang Wei said gently, placing his hand reassuringly over hers. He had already found and donned his clothes with an ease that suggested familiarity, as if these situations were just routine for him.

“!”

“F*ck! What about this smell!” Cai Wenxi grimaced as the odor filled the car, her nose wrinkling in disgust and her expression souring.

It seemed inevitable that she would be caught today, bringing shame upon her family!

Watching her become increasingly agitated, Zhang Wei shook his head in dismay, reached for another tissue, and cautiously extended it towards her legs, causing her to jump.

“!”

Cai Wenxi whipped around, her eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll clean you up; you take care of the mat and seats,” he suggested with a friendly smile, though this time, Cai Wenxi was not to be deceived.

“I would break your neck!” she hissed in panic, her voice trembling as she turned back to face the seats, frantically scrubbing them clean.

“Haha…” Zhang Wei chuckled at the mismatch between her fierce words and her frenzied actions.

Yet, as he watched her butt jiggle right in front of him, a new urge bubbled up within him — he couldn’t resist the urge to grab those plump things again and rub his manhood against them.

However, suppressing those thoughts momentarily, Zhang Wei grabbed a handful of tissues and meticulously cleaned her legs and intimate areas.

After locating her scattered clothes, he handed them to her with a brisk gesture.

Once dressed, Cai Wenxi began to rummage through her handbag with evident anxiety, her movements hurried and erratic. Meanwhile, Zhang Wei stared out the window, his mind wandering as he pondered the arrival of the clown.

The rustling noises of Cai Wenxi frantically searching her handbag snapped him out of his reverie, prompting him to turn and ask with a hint of irritation, “What’s wrong now? Isn’t everything clean?”

“No, it isn’t! The smell is still lingering, and I can’t find my perfume!” Cai Wenxi responded, her expression twisted with frustration.

Zhang Wei shook his head in resignation, his thoughts tinged with exasperation: where was ‘their kind’ common sense when it was most needed?

Plop!

He uncorked the bottle of red wine that had been chilling in the mini freezer and began to pour it deliberately over the seat they had just vacated.

“Huh!? What are you doing!” Cai Wenxi exclaimed, springing up in alarm. She frantically tried to shield her dress from the spill, but it was too late—splashes of wine stained the fabric regardless.

“Taking care of your kind, as always,” he smirked, his cryptic words drawing a puzzled frown from Cai Wenxi. Zhang Wei then tipped the bottle further, letting the last of the wine drench the seat, “With this, the smell will be masked.”

He declared victoriously, then turned to face the bewildered Cai Wenxi. “Just tell him you accidentally spilled the wine,” he suggested with a reassuring tone, trying to soothe her agitated nerves. 𝘧𝘳𝘸𝓿.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Cai Wenxi was just beginning to regain her composure when suddenly—

“Wenxi!”

Knock!

Knock!

“!”

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“Wenxi!”

“??”

“That’s odd… The car is clearly locked, isn’t she inside?” Zhang Ming murmured to himself, his confusion evident as he dug through his pockets. He extracted another key with a look of realization.

Indeed, he always carried an extra set of keys for emergencies like this.

Beep!

He pressed the button, the car beeped in response, and he gently opened the co-pilot seat door.

Click!

“Wenxi?”

“…”

Cai Wenxi, perched in the back seat, was as still as a statue, her posture rigid and her eyes wide with fright. Zhang Ming turned his head slowly, his eyes tracing her form.

He found her sprawled helplessly across the back seats, motionless and staring blankly ahead, which deepened his concern. “Wenxi? Are you alright?” he asked again, his voice now laced with urgency and worry.

“!”

Cai Wenxi flinched, her nerves on edge, when she suddenly sensed something amiss.

“Huh?” She whipped around to where Zhang Wei had just been standing, only to find that he had inexplicably disappeared.

“Huh? Where did he go?” She murmured to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of worry.

“Who are you looking for? And what happened to the boy the chief asked you to look after…” Zhang Ming started to inquire, but his words quickly faded as his nose caught the rich, unmistakable scent of red wine.

“!”

His eyes then widened at the sight of the spoiled back seat. “Did you break the bottle!? Why is wine spilled everywhere?”

“Wenxi!”

His flurry of questions yanked Cai Wenxi from her bewildered thoughts.

“Ah—” She quickly gathered herself, gave her head a slight shake to clear it, and replied, “Y, Yes, I dropped the bottle.” As she spoke, she turned to face him, hastily smoothing her messy hair in a gesture of self-consciousness, trying to present herself as composed.

“…”

Noticing her erratic behavior and the potent smell of alcohol hanging in the air, Zhang Ming’s expression shifted to one of deep concern.

Click!

As Cai Wenxi moved from the backseat to the driver’s seat, Zhang Ming too settled into the passenger seat and snapped his seatbelt into place. That’s when he spotted two empty bottles of alcohol carelessly rolling around on the floor mat near her feet.

“…Are you drunk?” He couldn’t resist asking, his voice tinged with worry as he watched her struggle to turn the ignition key.

“!”