Chapter 10: Drunk and Crazy?

Tang Yan chuckled. "Still don’t remember me, Xie Ling brother? Let me give you a few more hints."

"Alright, alright—everyone out!" Song Xie Ling quickly cut him off, then waved the others away.

Just moments ago, when Tang Yan had walked in, he’d seen couples scattered throughout the room—men and women entwined, laughing, drinking. But Song Xie Ling sat alone, arms crossed, no one clinging to his side.

Song Xie Ling’s face was dark, eyes narrowed as he stared at Tang Yan. "What’s your name?"

"Su Xiao."

"Su Xiao… the second daughter of the Su family?" Song Xie Ling finally recognized her.

"That’s right."

"What do you want from me?"

He even leaned back slightly, as if afraid she might suddenly spill some long-buried scandal.

Tang Yan grinned sheepishly—adorably so. "Xie Ling brother, I just got back from overseas. I don’t know anyone here, so I came straight to you."

"Where’s your sister?"

"She’s still abroad. In China, you’re the only one I know." Her eyes flickered with a hint of sadness—so convincing, it would’ve made any director weep.

Song Xie Ling stared at her, expressionless, his heart untouched. "It’s almost nightfall. I’ll take you home."

Tang Yan jumped up instantly, trying to stall. "Can I come see you tomorrow, Xie Ling brother?" That soft, breathy tone—*Xie Ling brother*—was nearly enough to make her gag.

"Tomorrow," he said flatly.

"No way. If you don’t say yes, I’m not going anywhere."

Song Xie Ling couldn’t fathom how a woman could be so shameless toward a stranger. "Fine. I’ll get you home first."

But Tang Yan waved a hand dismissively. "No need. My driver’s downstairs waiting. See you tomorrow, Xie Ling brother!" With that, she practically bolted out the door.

She hadn’t taken two steps outside before *bam*—she crashed straight into someone.

Her mouth opened to scream, but then she froze.

Oh. *Him.*

Her husband.

For a split second, her mind went blank. Her heart galloped like a herd of wild horses stampeding through a canyon.

Li Chuzhe looked down at her, annoyed, eyes flashing with disdain. She immediately apologized and turned to flee. "Sorry! Sorry!"

As she ran, Li Chuzhe glanced at her retreating back. Passing by the private lounge, he caught a glimpse inside: Song Xie Ling alone on the couch, cigarette dangling from his fingers, exhaling slowly—relaxed, yet restless, like someone who’d just finished something heavy.

Li Chuzhe didn’t care. He walked straight to his own suite.

Inside, Zhuang Qin lounged on the sofa in a deep red, plunging V-neck dress, legs crossed, body draped over the cushions—sultry, intoxicating, dangerously beautiful.

Back on the street, Tang Yan ducked into a public restroom, changed back into her own clothes, peeled off the disguise. The wind was hot, but the chill creeping through her bones felt colder than winter.

Passing a café, Mo Boyu spotted her—walking alone, shoulders slumped, mood clearly sour. "Excuse me—I’ve got something urgent. You all enjoy yourselves. Drinks are on me!" Without another word, he abandoned the group of stunning women and left.

Tang Yan wandered aimlessly, unaware that someone was following her.

After a while, she suddenly realized—*someone was behind her.* Her pace quickened, desperate to disappear into the crowd.

But the footsteps behind her matched hers—faster now.

There was no choice. She broke into a run. And sure enough, so did the shadow behind her.

Just as she darted across the street, her arm was yanked hard. A car screamed past, tires screeching, barely missing her. A voice growled from behind: "Watch where you’re going, idiot!"

"Phew… why’d you run?" The voice was familiar. She turned around—and exhaled in relief.

"Mo Boyu? What are you doing following me?"

She pulled her arm free, adjusting her clothes.

Mo Boyu straightened up, tilted his head, and smirked at her as she fixed her hair. "I saw you walking alone. Thought I’d say hi."

*What kind of messed-up logic is this?* she thought. *Just call out, why go through all this drama?*

But she kept her composure. Smiled sweetly. "Oh, I see. Well, hello’s said. I’m heading home now."

"Wait—hold on. It’s almost dinnertime. Let me buy you dinner."

He reached for her arm again—but she dodged effortlessly.

"Mr. Mo, thank you, but I really need to go home. I’m exhausted."

"But according to my sources," Mo Boyu stepped closer, voice low, "Li Chuzhe isn’t even at home tonight."

Tang Yan instinctively stepped back. This guy was too forward—too slick.

"Am I supposed to eat only because he feeds me?"

Mo Boyu blinked, stunned. Then burst out laughing. "Ha! Miss Tang—you’re *hilarious*."

"Flattered, but I’m starving. Gotta go." She brushed past him and kept walking.

Mo Boyu stood frozen in place, eyes cold, watching her vanish into the distance.

Meanwhile, Li Chuzhe was waiting at a crosswalk. He saw the whole scene—the chase, the near-miss, the confrontation.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. His expression darkened.

"Everything okay?" Zhuang Qin asked from beside him.

"Just fine," he murmured, smiling faintly—then returned to his usual calm.

Finally, after everything was cleaned up, Tang Yan collapsed onto her bed, ready to sleep in peace.

Then—*crash*.

Li Chuzhe stumbled through the front door, drunk.

She cursed under her breath, but played the dutiful wife anyway. She descended the stairs, helped him peel off his coat.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs without a word.

"Li Chuzhe, what’s wrong?"

No answer. Just relentless motion—straight to his bedroom, where he tossed her onto the bed and pinned her beneath him.

His cheeks flushed, breath ragged, voice low and thick with desire. "Why?"

Tang Yan stared blankly. "Why what? You drink, you act crazy—what’s the deal?"

She tried to push him off, but his strength was ironclad—like a nail driven into concrete.