Although she had been mentally prepared, it was still quite awkward when the question was actually asked.
Pei Kexin took a moment to gather her thoughts before saying, "I haven't dated anyone."
"Why? With your looks, that shouldn't be the case."
Pei Kexin replied, "None of them caught my eye, and I prefer to be single than settle. Unlike you, you're willing to jump on any woman."
Zhan Jingchen: "...Just talk about yourself, don't drag me down. Besides, I'm so handsome, it's always others who throw themselves at me."
Since such an awkward question had been asked, it felt like they were becoming more familiar with each other.
From then on, regardless of whether they made any noise, they asked whatever came to mind.
Pei Kexin asked Zhan Jingchen why he was delivering food.
Zhan Jingchen fabricated a story, "The pay is high. Don't underestimate food delivery; it's hard work, but the income is higher than some office white-collar workers. I'm not vain, I'll do anything for money."
Pei Kexin laughed, "I can see that."
Then she asked him, "How many girlfriends have you had?"
Zhan Jingchen: "The same as you."
So he was also a...
Pei Kexin didn't know what was wrong with her, she kept thinking about that today, and even glanced at him.
Zhan Jingchen noticed and looked back at her boldly, "We're the same, neither of us has an advantage over the other. It's good."
His skin was so thick, he couldn't be that pure, could he?
Pei Kexin looked away, "With your looks that attract so much attention, I find it hard to believe."
Zhan Jingchen couldn't help but laugh again, he brought his wine glass closer to her and lowered his voice.
"Trying to renege? Anyway, I gave you my first time, and from now on, I'm yours. Vice President Pei can't be a渣女 (scumbag girl)."
His facial features were exceptionally superior. In a crowd of rough men, unkempt men eating and drinking, he was a standout.
His superior features were close to Pei Kexin's ear, his breath filled with a sweet wine aroma, spraying onto her skin, making it ticklish and soft.
Pei Kexin was almost stirred by his sudden intimacy, felt a jolt, and steadied herself. She pushed him back with a finger.
"What do you mean 'from now on, you're mine'? Are you not planning to find a proper girl to marry and have children?"
Zhan Jingchen sat back with a smile, "Aren't you a proper girl?"
"With me? Impossible."
"You look down on me?"
"Stop the nonsense. I don't plan to get married, let alone have children, okay?"
Zhan Jingchen shrugged, "Okay. Then don't rush to kick me out. Let me spend more time with you, earn more money, otherwise, where will I get the money to marry a wife."
They drank and chatted, talking about all sorts of random things, and before they knew it, over an hour had passed.
On average, each person drank half a kilogram of baijiu and ate two kilograms of lamb.
By the end, Pei Kexin, who normally had a capacity for alcohol like the sea, was a little dizzy.
Why?
Because she wasn't entirely drunk.
The reason this lamb chop restaurant was so famous was because of a special process for their lamb chops.
Before grilling, they were soaked in a local high-proof baijiu to remove the gamey smell, usually for a day and a night.
The alcohol had permeated the meat, so Pei Kexin had effectively drunk over half a kilogram of baijiu with this meal.
On the taxi ride back, the journey was bumpy. Halfway there, she started to feel unwell.
"What kind of lousy place is this? Is the lamb not authentic? Why does it make me want to vomit?"
Zhan Jingchen laughed at her, "You ate like you were afraid I'd steal it from you, one bite after another. Now that you're full and drunk, you say you feel sick. Isn't that getting the benefit and then complaining?"
This person never said anything good.
Pei Kexin ignored him, rolled her eyes, clutched her stomach, and leaned to the side.
Zhan Jingchen saw she was genuinely uncomfortable and leaned closer to offer advice, "You really feel sick? Well, since you've eaten it, why don't you just throw it up?"
"Driver, pull over."
The driver, not wanting to get his car dirty for a mere twenty yuan, quickly stopped and let them out.
Pei Kexin squatted by the roadside, holding onto a roadside trash can, and dry-heaved for a while, but nothing came up.
"I can't ride in a car anymore, I feel really sick. Walk back with me."
Zhan Jingchen was happy about this, but his mouth was still being difficult.
"Is it far? Then you'll have to pay me, right? It's so late, accompanying you to eat, drink, and now walk, you should pay me overtime."
Pei Kexin grabbed a dry branch nearby and was about to hit him. Zhan Jingchen quickly put on a conciliatory smile.
"Just kidding! Let's walk, it's fine. I haven't taken a walk in a while either."
The two strolled through the streets.
The temperature was pleasant, the environment beautiful. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, it should have been a very pleasing and eye-catching scene. Unfortunately, Pei Kexin was genuinely uncomfortable.
She walked weakly, her legs feeling like jelly.
Zhan Jingchen kindly offered her his arm to lean on.
"Don't look like you'll fall over with a gust of wind, it doesn't suit your demeanor. Come on, lean on me, you can do it, Pei Kexin!"
Pei Kexin wanted to kill him.
She held onto his arm and persisted for a while, but she was too uncomfortable.
Seeing a hotel across the road, she didn't care if it was fancy or not and said to Zhan Jingchen.
"Let's just stay here tonight. Go get a room. After getting the room, buy me some medicine. I must have drunk fake wine, I feel terrible. I'll never drink with you again."
Zhan Jingchen looked down on the hotel, "With you looking so frail and delicate right now, if I drag you to get a room, won't people misunderstand?"
Pei Kexin: "Do you think people have that much free time? We're a couple! If not, we can show them the marriage certificate we got under the overpass."
Zhan Jingchen was amused, "I don't have a hobby of carrying marriage certificates with me. Do you?"
Pei Kexin: "..."
"Are you going or not? If not, I'll go by myself!"
Seeing her about to lose her temper, Zhan Jingchen had to return to seriousness.
"Yes, yes, let's go. Wife, please watch where you're going as we cross the road."
He dragged her, whose feet felt like they were about to give out, into the hotel. Zhan Jingchen handed over Pei Kexin's ID.
"Get a room."
"Certainly, sir. Would you like one room or two?"
"Two."
"Standard room or king-size bed?"
"King-size."
"You both want king-size beds? Please provide your IDs separately."
Zhan Jingchen had Pei Kexin lean on the counter while he took out his ID from his pocket.
The staff then noticed that she seemed quite drunk.
The front desk girl, with a confused look, accepted the ID he handed over. After carefully verifying it, she called out to Pei Kexin.
"Hello, miss. May I ask if you know where you are? Can you answer my questions?"
The implication was, do you know this man? Is he a bad guy?
Zhan Jingchen knew she would suspect him, so he supported Pei Kexin.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, we're friends."
"I see the lady seems to have had too much to drink. The hotel has a policy that we cannot check in guests who are not fully conscious... We hope for your understanding."
Zhan Jingchen wasn't one to stubbornly insist. He expressed understanding for the hotel's policy.
He took back the IDs and, with a helpless glance at his swaying wife, picked her up.
"Now we really have to walk back. Pei Kexin, you really know how to bully me."