Chapter 172: Wait for You a Moment

Yang Chen quietly watched as Liu Mingyu collapsed onto the table, crying. In the noisy bar, such a scene was not uncommon. People in the city, men and women alike, faced pressures of life and needed an outlet for release.

Yang Chen was merely curious about how proficient Liu Mingyu was in crying. He waited until the customers at the adjacent table had changed twice, but she still remained sprawled on the table.

"Celebrating a bit late. Shall I take you home?" Yang Chen asked, seeking Liu Mingyu's opinion. In fact, he needed to go home himself. He had just smoothed things over with Lin Ruoxi and couldn't afford another night out.

Liu Mingyu finally lifted her head, her eyes swollen, and managed a faint smile. "One more drink," she said.

After finishing the glass of Chivas Regal in one gulp, Liu Mingyu swayed to her feet, picked up her purse, and said, "Let's go."

Yang Chen glanced at the half-empty bottle of whisky on the table. Well, this woman had drunk three bottles of whisky, each with over forty degrees of alcohol, and she still hadn't passed out. No wonder she could lead the Public Relations Department.

However, Liu Mingyu seemed to struggle to walk, and Yang Chen worried that her delicate figure might collapse at any moment.

"Let me help you," Yang Chen said, reaching out to support Liu Mingyu's arm.

Liu Mingyu didn't refuse this intimate gesture, naturally finding a support and gently leaning into Yang Chen's half embrace as they walked out of the bar together.

Outside, the night wind after the beginning of autumn felt chilly. Liu Mingyu tightened her coat collar and, with Yang Chen's assistance, got into the car.

As Yang Chen sat in the driver's seat, he asked, "Mingyu, where do you live?"

Liu Mingyu looked out of the window at the colorful neon lights for a while before turning back to Yang Chen in the darkness. "What time is it now?"

"It's eleven in the evening," Yang Chen replied, checking the time on the car's dashboard.

"Don't take me home. Let's find a nearby hotel. If I go back now, my parents will worry," Liu Mingyu said.

This reason wasn't very convincing. Even if she was drunk, would her parents worry if she didn't come home at night? But Yang Chen didn't expose it. While feeling slightly strange, he nodded in agreement.

Yang Chen found the nearest four-star hotel, with a rather elegant name, "Maple Forest Hotel." After parking the car, he helped Liu Mingyu into the lobby. The hotel staff, seeing Liu Mingyu unsteadily walking in Yang Chen's arms, showed understanding expressions. They had seen such situations many times and didn't find it surprising.

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"Sir, what type of room would you like to book?" the receptionist asked.

Yang Chen thought for a moment, glanced at the seemingly clueless Liu Mingyu, and said, "A single room, for this lady."

Several nearby staff members couldn't help but think: How stingy! They were going to sleep together anyway, yet he had the audacity to choose a cheaper single bed! But they couldn't outright say, "You two want to do it, so you should choose a double bed," and could only smile politely as they assigned Yang Chen a single room.

Yang Chen escorted Liu Mingyu up in the elevator and into the not-so-spacious single room.

By now, Liu Mingyu was even more intoxicated, and her whole body seemed to be hanging onto Yang Chen, relying on him to keep from falling over.

Yang Chen lifted the woman and gently laid her on the single bed, then turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the dim yellow light, Liu Mingyu's watery eyes were slightly squinted, revealing a hint of drunken charm. She breathed lightly, exhaling a mixture of alcohol and her own delicate fragrance.

Seeing that Liu Mingyu showed no intention of getting under the covers by herself, Yang Chen thought for a moment. Since they had come this far, it was best to let her rest.

He walked to the end of the bed and helped Liu Mingyu remove her black low-heeled shoes. She wore nude-colored stockings, and her round, delicate toes were flawless and smooth.

As Yang Chen took off her shoes, Liu Mingyu's feet curled up unnaturally before relaxing again, revealing a hint of nervousness and charm.

Yang Chen pulled the blanket up to cover Liu Mingyu's chest and stood up straight, looking at her slightly flushed cheeks. Even though she was drunk, Liu Mingyu could probably sense everything that was happening.

"Mingyu, I'm leaving now. If you need anything, you can call me," Yang Chen said, turning to leave.

"Yang Chen!"

Liu Mingyu suddenly spoke, weakly calling out, "Don't go. Stay with me for the night, please." Yang Chen turned back, somewhat surprised by Liu Mingyu's request. He had sensed the implications when she initially suggested staying in a hotel. However, hearing her make this request caught him off guard.

In Yang Chen's impression, Liu Mingyu had always been the mature elder sister in the office, elegant and gentle, occasionally revealing a hint of mature charm. Unlike Zhao Hongyan, Zhang Cai, and those other women, she usually dressed more conservatively and spoke less. Most of the time, she just smiled gently.

But this didn't mean that Liu Mingyu lacked the allure of a woman. On the contrary, her demeanor made men feel more desirous of conquering her, hoping to penetrate her seemingly impregnable exterior.

Therefore, when Liu Mingyu proposed that Yang Chen accompany her for the night, alongside his surprise, there was also a hint of excitement. Yang Chen wasn't the legendary Saint under the Willow, and who knows if the woman in his embrace was as beautiful as Liu Mingyu. When such a charming woman proposed spending the night together, especially during a period of emotional downturn for her, refusing would be both foolish and inhumane, both in terms of his own stance and his stance toward her.

Some things are crystal clear between adults, especially when it comes to matters of "collaboration."

"Alright," Yang Chen nodded. "I'll go take a shower first."

Liu Mingyu's cheeks, already flushed, became even more alluring. She let out a soft hum and turned her head away, no longer speaking.

Yang Chen quickly removed his clothes and dashed into the bathroom.

In less than five minutes, Yang Chen finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, wrapping a white towel around his lower body. He sat on the edge of the only single bed, looking at Liu Mingyu, who was curled up like a kitten, and smiled, "Not taking a shower?"

Liu Mingyu took a deep breath and slowly got up, seeming a bit less drunk. "Just wait a moment, I'm a bit slow."

When Liu Mingyu said "slow," Yang Chen had underestimated it. She spent more than half an hour in the bathroom.

As Yang Chen grew drowsy from waiting, his enthusiasm waning, the door to the bathroom finally opened.

Liu Mingyu wore the loose hotel pajamas, her slightly damp hair cascading down her shoulders. She walked slowly to the edge of the bed, her hands nervously clasped in front of her chest. Her smooth, fair face was adorned with almond-shaped eyes, shy like willows, too timid to meet Yang Chen's gaze.

Seeing the woman in front of him, the slight arousal Yang Chen had just felt dissipated instantly. While Liu Mingyu was already attractive with her intellectual charm and graceful figure, compared to the woman exuding mature charm before him, there was still quite a gap!

Yang Chen's breath grew heavy. At this moment, there was no need for any verbal communication. He knew exactly what he should do...