Chapter 28: Sister Yuan’s Drunk Look

“It’s not that serious, Sister Yuan.”

“Let’s go, I’m starving.”

“First, let’s get you fed.”

“No time to eat at home.”

“Let’s find a restaurant.”

“Sounds good.”

“Whatever you say, Sister Yuan.”

She pushed open the shop door.

She took my hand, leading me into the street.

Light and shadow intertwined outside.

Night had fallen.

Many shops were still open.

Their incandescent lights pushed back the street’s darkness.

A few drunk passersby stumbled by us.

They mumbled nonsense under their breath.

“They say drunk people spill their true feelings.”

“Wanna try again, Xiao You?”

“Really?”

“What’d I say last time I got drunk?”

“Last time?”

“You kept calling ‘Sister Yuan, Sister Yuan.’”

“You burrowed into my arms.”

“Like a four-year-old who lost his mom.”

“So adorable.”

“No way.”

“That’s mortifying.”

“No one else saw, right?”

“How would I know?”

“That clingy Xiao You—I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“So cute.”

“Get drunk again?”

“No thanks.”

“That dizzy, head-splitting feeling was awful.”

“Wanna try getting me drunk?”

“Hear my true feelings?”

“Or do something to a drunk me?”

‘Do something to a drunk Sister Yuan?’

‘No way I’d dare.’

‘I’m lucky if she doesn’t do something to me.’

‘Hearing her true feelings, though…’

‘That’s tempting.’

I’ve never doubted her sincerity.

But I feel she’s hiding something important.

Seeing me tilt my head in thought, she smirked.

Her ring finger poked my chest.

“What’s up?”

“Tempted?”

“You do want to do something to me.”

“So naughty, Xiao You.”

“If it’s you, I don’t mind if you try this or that.”

“I’m interested in your true feelings.”

“I feel like you’re always honest with me.”

“But sometimes, you can tell half the truth.”

“That turns truth into a lie.”

“Wanna know if I’ve done that, Xiao You?”

“We’d have to drink at home.”

“I… I don’t want others seeing you drunk.”

“Aw, thinking of me?”

“I’m so happy.”

“Let’s eat first.”

“Then at home, see if you can get me drunk.”

She stopped in front of a fancy-looking restaurant.

She pushed open the door and pulled me inside.

We sat at an elegant white table.

A tall, thin waiter in a black-and-white uniform approached.

He handed us a sleek menu.

Sister Yuan flipped through it.

The dishes were varied, pricey, but looked amazing.

“Our couple’s set meal is special and delicious.”

“Would you two like to try it?”

“No, we’re not—”

“The couple’s set meal, please.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright, please wait.”

The waiter took back the menu politely and left.

“You love people thinking we’re a couple, don’t you?”

“It’s not a mistake.”

“You’ll be mine eventually, Xiao You.”

“Get used to being my boyfriend early.”

“I… fine.”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

Besides not knowing if I like her as a guy…

I keep asking myself—

Can I really be her boyfriend?

Her beauty could outshine entire cities.

Her perfect figure overshadows any rival.

She has every quality of an ideal girlfriend.

Gentle, graceful, smart, sensible, caring…

Words like “vain” or “spoiled” don’t apply to her.

She’s rejected all my offers to help with chores.

This rich girl, who shouldn’t lift a finger, does everything for me.

Like a doting mother.

She’s the model of a perfect wife.

Yet she’s also playful like a young girl.

And carries the charm of a mature woman.

Most importantly, “Sister Yuan” means something special to me.

A girl who changed my life’s path.

Who gave me everything I never deserved.

“If you keep thinking you’re not good enough for me…”

“I’ll chain you up.”

“Force you to be my other half.”

“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

“Give me some privacy, Sister Yuan.”

“I haven’t pried into why you’re working at that coffee shop.”

“If you beg me, I’ll let you keep your secrets.”

“Unless you’re hiding something with…”

“Alright, stop.”

“I know what you’re implying.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

As we bantered, the waiter brought our food.

Sister Yuan ate gracefully.

Her every move screamed refined heiress.

Except when she forked food to feed me.

We got home past ten.

She pulled out a bottle of fancy red wine from the cabinet.

She poured it into a glass and handed it to me.

“Maybe we should skip it.”

“With my low tolerance, I’d lose to you instantly.”

“You don’t have to drink.”

“I don’t want you feeling bad.”

“I’ll drink alone then.”

“When I’m drunk, you’ll have to take care of me.”

“No problem.”

“I’ve got this.”

I patted my chest confidently.

Her mischievous grin made me want to take it back.

She downed the dark red wine in one gulp.

She grabbed the bottle and filled the glass again.

A full glass.

“Whoa, Sister Yuan, isn’t that too much?”

She ignored me.

She walked behind me.

One arm locked around my neck.

The other poured the wine into her mouth.

“Sister Yuan?”

“You okay?”

By the third glass, she stopped.

She pulled me onto the sofa.

We lay side by side.

Her natural scent mixed with the wine’s sweet aroma.

It flooded my senses.

“Three glasses, and I’m tipsy.”

“Not as good at drinking as I thought.”

“Hey, Xiao You, take care of me now.”

Her eyes grew hazy.

Her head inched closer.

Her flushed face wore a silly smile.

One hand slid onto my waist.

After a few seconds of silence, she flipped over.

She pinned me down.

Her hands held my head.

Her face pressed against mine.

She whispered in my ear.

“Xiao You~ Xiao You~”

“I really like you.”

“So, so much.”

“I’m head over heels, can’t help myself.”

“Watching you with those girls all day…”

“It drove me crazy.”

“Why?”

“Why does my Xiao You have to do that?”

“When you have me.”

“You don’t need to bow to anyone.”

“Why dress like that to serve others?”

The wine’s rich scent and her words hit me.

Even after hearing her confess her love so directly so many times…

I still couldn’t help blushing.

“I have my reasons.”

“It’s just normal talking with them.”

“You get jealous so easily, Sister Yuan.”

“Yeah, I’m jealous.”

“I can’t stand you talking to other girls.”

“Everything about you is mine.”

I gave a helpless smile.

She was drifting into sleep.

I picked her up in a princess carry.

I took her to her bed and tucked her in.

As I turned to leave, she grabbed my hand.

Drunk as she seemed, she held on tight.

I scratched my head awkwardly.

After hesitating, I slipped into the covers.

I lay beside her.

The moment I did, she hugged me tightly.

Her long legs draped over me.

“Really?”

“You love holding me to sleep this much?”

“Even drunk, you’re so clingy.”

I said that, but I wasn’t annoyed.

I reached for the bedside switch.

I turned off the room’s lights.

In the darkness, I might’ve imagined it…

But I swear I heard a soft chuckle.

TL Note: The “couple’s set meal” reflects a common marketing tactic in Chinese restaurants, targeting young pairs with romantic-themed menus, which Mo Yuan playfully embraces to tease Lu You about their relationship dynamic.