Chapter 88: The Beginning of the Scandal

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Chapter 88: Chapter 88: The Beginning of the Scandal After enjoying the drinks, the table was a mess. Song Chi first helped Kang Xin and Song Minren into their car, with someone already there to pick them up. Zhou Yun sat in the private room waiting for Song Chi to return, feeling dizzy. With everyone gone, the room was quieter, and she couldn’t help but lay her head down on the table and close her eyes for a moment. It seemed like time had become a blank, when suddenly she heard Song Chi’s voice coming from afar. "Zhou Yun." Zhou Yun opened her eyes and suddenly met Song Chi’s gaze. He was holding her shoulder with one hand and bending down to look at her. Both of them were a bit tipsy, their movements sluggish, even their gazes seemed sluggish. The silent eye contact lasted for a few seconds. "Let’s go," said Song Chi. Zhou Yun made a sound of acknowledgment. She stood up too abruptly, saw black in front of her eyes, and staggered a bit. Song Chi steadied her arm, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and humorously remarked, "Unsteady again, Zhou Yun, are you deliberately trying to get me to hold you?" Zhou Yun stared back proudly and said, "I helped you out so much today, what’s wrong with you helping me a bit?" "Yes, yes, today you indeed helped me a lot, thank you," Song Chi responded, somewhat helplessly. Zhou Yun managed to steady herself and said, "Alright, you can let go now, I’m stable, let’s walk." Song Chi carefully let go of her hand. Zhou Yun eyed the doorway and aimed to walk in a straight line slowly, but as she walked, her path began to veer off the straight line. If she continued like this, she would bump directly into the window. Song Chi took hold of Zhou Yun’s hand from behind. Zhou Yun immediately raised her hand to slap his away, "What are you doing? Trying to take advantage of me?" Song Chi replied, "I’m doing this because you can’t walk straight, don’t slander me." Zhou Yun held her head high, "Who can’t walk straight? I’m walking perfectly stable!" "You’re drunk? Why aren’t your words making any sense?" said Song Chi. "I’m just a bit too happy today, drank a tad bit more," Zhou Yun’s face broke into a goofy smile as she raised a finger to emphasize, "just a little bit." Song Chi sighed. "Let’s go, I’ll take you home first." He held on to Zhou Yun’s arm, "Don’t say I’m taking advantage of you, I’m much more innocent than those men you mentioned." Zhou Yun muttered something under her breath. Song Chi couldn’t make out what she was muttering. But Zhou Yun didn’t pull away again. Walking down the corridor, the evening breeze blew gently. Through the blurry drunken eyes, the courtyard, the rockery, the flowing water, and the high moon above set against the gentle breeze, made a serene and beautiful scene. Zhou Yun suddenly remarked, "It’s really beautiful." Song Chi, holding Zhou Yun’s arm, looked at her in that moment and swallowed slightly. "Yes, very beautiful." Zhou Yun suddenly smiled and asked, "Song Chi, have you ever met a bold female celebrity like me?" "What do you mean bold?" "Pretending to be just a small artist, yet not showing you any respect, always confronting you." "So you do know yourself," he observed. "I tell you, it’s because, because..." Zhou Yun was speaking, then suddenly stopped, leaning on the wall. "What’s wrong?" "I feel like throwing up," Zhou Yun said. Song Chi frowned, "Shall we sit down and rest a bit?" Zhou Yun made a sound of acknowledgment and sat down on a long bench connected to the corridor railing. "Feeling better?" "Better." "Next time, don’t drink so much; it’s not like you were brought along to accompany drinking." "You asked me to come drink with you, but I’m not drinking," Zhou Yun huffed. Song Chi was silent. After a while, he asked, "You didn’t finish what you were saying just now." "What was I saying?" Zhou Yun had already forgotten. "Why do you always snipe at me?" Song Chi looked at Zhou Yun’s face, his gaze deepening. "Because... I don’t want you to think that I’m sucking up to you. I’ve already taken a lot of advantage from you, but I didn’t want to take those advantages. I don’t want to trouble you, but when advantages are thrown in my face, I... I can’t bear not to take them." Zhou Yun said, "You don’t know, because of you, even He Yong speaks to me very politely now." Song Chi uttered, "Oh." "The advantages given to you, take them if you want," he said. Zhou Yun shook her head and said, "No, I can’t take any more." "Why?" "Because I want everyone to see me proudly, I am not successful because of others, I am successful because of myself." "Zhou Yun, I didn’t have it easy in the beginning either." "Oh." "I have also gotten help from a lot of people." "Oh." "No one’s success is a hundred percent by themselves." "Oh." "So, if there are free advantages to be taken, take them." "No." "..." Song Chi lifted a hand and rubbed his brow. He laughed, the moonlight bathing his handsome face. He didn’t rush Zhou Yun or speak further. In the quiet night, the two sat quietly sobering up. When Zhou Yun’s discomfort lessened, they slowly left the place. Song Chi had contacted Zhou Lan to wait at the door; as they stepped out, Zhou Lan came forward. "Why did you drink so much?" Zhou Lan frowned. Upon seeing Zhou Lan, Zhou Yun smiled broadly and hugged her. "Sister Lan, I love you so much," she cooed softly. Zhou Lan immediately lost her anger. Song Chi said, "Then I’ll leave her in your care." Zhou Lan nodded, "Thank you." "Today, I should be the one thanking her," Song Chi said. That night, Zhou Yun couldn’t remember how she got home or how she got into bed. The next morning, she woke to the alarm, her head throbbing terribly. Rubbing her head, she suddenly smelled something fragrant wafting in. Who’s still in her house? Zhou Yun thought about last night and her eyes widened, could it be Song Chi? What did they do last night? Zhou Yun didn’t remember at all that Song Chi had handed her over to Zhou Lan. She incredulously got out of bed and tiptoed toward the kitchen with trepidation, fearing impending doom. All of her unease dissipated once she saw Zheng Xiaojue’s familiar silhouette. "Xiaoju?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Zheng Xiaojue stood in front of the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables. Upon hearing the voice, she turned around with a bright smile. "Sister Xiao Yun, you’re awake! Early this morning, Sister Lan called me; she said you came back late last night and had drunk a lot, and asked me to come check on you." "Oh, Sister Lan, did she bring me back home last night?" Zhou Yun asked, a bit uncertain. Zheng Xiaojue nodded, "It seems so, Sister Xiao Yun, I made some chicken soup for you, it’ll be ready soon, just wait a bit." "It’s okay, go ahead, I’ll brush my teeth first." Zhou Yun, relieved that her worst fears were unfounded, breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she felt a tinge of emptiness.

Chapter 88: The Beginning of the Scandal

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