Chapter 3858

Zhao Desan, in his naivety, thought Lan Mei had drunk so much wine tonight simply because she was overjoyed to see him. He was inwardly pleased, thinking it seemed he would certainly be able to achieve his goal tonight. However, he did not notice the expression on Lan Mei's face whenever she drank; especially when she took the initiative to ask about Yang Meixia, it was clearly an expression tinged with resentment and jealousy. It was just that Lan Mei was not a woman easily swayed by emotion, and there were some things she would not reveal on the surface.

Lan Mei's tolerance for alcohol was decent. After Zhao Desan finished a bottle of foreign liquor with her, Lan Mei only had a flushed face and slightly unfocused eyes, but her reason remained intact. Consequently, Zhao Desan ordered another bottle of foreign liquor and continued drinking with her. As a woman who had been through a lot, Lan Mei actually knew Zhao Desan's intentions very well in her heart. She did not expose him because she was also a lonely woman at heart. She didn't even have a single confidant at the Provincial Construction Commission, and with her husband in prison, she was alone when she returned home. That long-term dual loneliness, both psychological and physical, made her feel, after meeting this young man today to whom she had once given her heart, that she had reached a point where she had to let it out. Therefore, for every glass of wine Zhao Desan raised, Lan Mei did not refuse a single one, letting herself go and pouring it down... Fortunately, the foreign liquor had a strong kick. Finally, as the second bottle of Snow Fox Vodka was nearly empty, Lan Mei closed her eyes and leaned against the sofa, her face burning like fire, breathing slightly, looking as if she were on the verge of being dead drunk.

Zhao Desan finally smiled happily. The smile was treacherous, cunning, and also smug. He sat over beside Lan Mei and called her name a few times, but Lan Mei only responded with incoherent mumbling. Realizing that Lan Mei was already mostly drunk, Zhao Desan smiled wickedly, then got up and walked quickly out of the bar.

Coming out of the bar, Zhao Desan was not doing it for anything else, but to go ahead and book a room. He arrived at the Empress Hotel near South Street, familiar with the route, and quickly booked a deluxe room at the front desk. He felt that for a woman like Lan Mei, only a deluxe room was worthy of her. After booking the room, Zhao Desan quickly returned to the bar, helped up the drunken Lan Mei, carefully walked out of the bustling bar, and then, holding the swaying Lan Mei in his arms, walked impatiently toward the nearby Empress Hotel...

It took a great deal of effort to carry the drunken Lan Mei to the deluxe room on the fifth floor of the hotel, but for the good things to come, even if he were more tired, it would be nothing worth mentioning to Zhao Desan. After entering the hotel room, Zhao Desan picked up Lan Mei and placed her on the large Simmons bed, then immediately ran to the bathroom to draw hot water for her.

After adjusting the hot water, Zhao Desan came out of the bathroom and saw Lan Mei with her eyes closed, looking as if she had already fallen asleep. He smirked, walked up, patted her flushed cheeks, and said, "Hey, Director Lan, wake up. Take a hot bath first to wash away the fatigue!"

"No..." The drunken Lan Mei, surprisingly, dragged out a long, coquettish moan like a child, reached out to wrap her arms around Zhao Desan's neck, and murmured, "I want you to wash me..."

Hearing Lan Mei's words, Zhao Desan could hardly believe his ears. It was the first time he had discovered that Lan Mei, who always gave people a cold and glamorous impression, could actually be so seductive. He felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, but he still smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I'll wash you, I'll wash you..."

This was truly a pretty good proposal. Zhao Desan thought to himself with secret delight, then turned Lan Mei's body over and carefully began to undress her.

Just as Zhao Desan's hand touched the edge of Lan Mei's bra, Lan Mei suddenly reached out and slapped Zhao Desan across the face, not too hard but not too soft, while mumbling, "You stinking hooligan, how dare you run wild on me? Do you want to die!"