Chapter 817

Director Feng smiled knowingly and turned to walk out of the private room. Although Lan Mei hadn't drunk much tonight, she was rarely served National Cellar 1573 and wasn't quite used to it, so she felt a bit dizzy at this moment. She took a sip of tea and gently rubbed her temples, waiting for Zheng the Bald Donkey to sign the bill so they could go down together.

Soon, a young and pretty waitress came in with the bill, walked up to them, handed him a pen, and said with a smile, "Section Chief Zheng, please sign here."

The old lecher waved his pen with a flourish and returned it to the waitress, who then bowed respectfully and exited the room.

Zheng the Bald Donkey stole a glance at Lan Mei from the corner of his eye and saw her head bowed, her face slightly flushed, and her demeanor extremely charming. The old guy then feigned concern and asked, "Xiao Lan, are you alright?"

"I... I'm fine." Lan Mei replied, glancing at him sideways before picking up her teacup to take another sip. Seeing her thirsty, Zheng the Bald Donkey realized his chance had come. He grabbed the bottle of orange juice he had already spiked, pretended to casually twist the cap—which he had already loosened—and pushed it toward her, saying, "Drink some juice. It'll help with the alcohol."

Lan Mei had no idea that Zheng the Bald Donkey would put an aphrodisiac in this bottle of orange juice. Without a shred of suspicion, she twisted off the cap, picked up the bottle, and began to drink.

Watching her throat move as she tilted her head to drink the juice, a cunning, sinister smile appeared at the corners of Zheng the Bald Donkey's mouth. After she put the bottle down, he squinted his eyes, feigned being drunk, let out a long grunt, and said, "I've had a bit too much to drink tonight. My head is spinning; I'm afraid I can't drive back."

Lan Mei had no idea that this was all a trap he had meticulously set. Seeing him looking quite intoxicated, out of innate kindness, she poured him a cup of tea and said, "Section Chief Zheng, drink some water first. Or should I call your driver to come and take you home?"

Zheng the Bald Donkey acted a bit muddled, tapped his forehead, took his phone out of his bag, and pretended to call his driver. He held the phone to his ear for a while, put it back in his bag, and frowned, saying, "Why is Xiao Chen's phone turned off?" As he said this, he turned his face and said in a consultative tone, "Xiao Lan, why don't you help me upstairs first? I can't drive anymore. I'll rest for a bit before heading back."

Lan Mei had never spent time alone with him outside of work, let alone entered a hotel room with him as a lone man and woman, so she became somewhat apprehensive and hesitated, saying nothing.

Seeing she still had some reservations, Zheng the Bald Donkey feigned drunkenness and said, "Xiao Lan, just help me upstairs and then you can go."

Lan Mei considered it for a moment, thinking that he wouldn't dare do anything to her, and that she would just help him to his room and leave immediately, so what was there to fear? She nodded, stretched out her arm somewhat uncomfortably to support his, and said, "Let's go, Section Chief Zheng, I'll help you upstairs."

Zheng the Bald Donkey clearly wasn't that drunk, but he acted as if he were, bracing himself heavily against the table to stand up. His body swayed unsteadily a few times before he leaned limply against Lan Mei's delicate frame.

Lan Mei didn't think much of it and, after a great deal of effort, managed to guide him to the door of a suite on the fifth floor. When Zheng the Bald Donkey took the key out of his pocket to open the door, he was quite clear-headed; he opened the door in one go, then immediately returned to his drunken, staggering state.

Lan Mei used all her strength to help him into the room, walked to the bedside, and carefully helped him sit down on the edge of the bed. Zheng the Bald Donkey's body leaned softly against her, one hand still draped over her shoulder, refusing to let go.

"Section Chief Zheng, that's enough, you should rest now. I'll be heading back." Lan Mei said, taking his hand off her shoulder and preparing to get up and leave.

Zheng the Bald Donkey squinted and stole a glance at her. Seeing she was about to leave, he deliberately feigned being very drunk, fell backward onto the bed, and panted heavily, saying muddledly, "Xiao Lan, help me pour a glass of water. I'm so thirsty."

Lan Mei had already stood up to leave. She looked back at Zheng the Bald Donkey and saw him sprawled out on the bed; it seemed he really had drunk too much. Out of kindness, she didn't think much of it and went straight to the table, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and brought it over to him. She held it out over his reclining body and said, "Section Chief Zheng, here is your water."

Zheng the Bald Donkey squinted and stole a glance at her, deliberately let out a heavy, labored breath, and grunted "Mmm." He raised an arm and grabbed wildly in the air, deliberately catching her arm instead, and asked, "Where's the water? Where's the water?"

Lan Mei nervously switched the mineral water to her other hand and tapped the back of the hand he was using to grab her wrist, saying, "Section Chief Zheng, here, the water."

Only then did Zheng the Bald Donkey release her wrist, take the bottle, open it, and pretend to sit up with great difficulty to gulp down a few mouthfuls before lying back down. He patted the spot beside him and said muddledly, "Xiao Lan, sit, sit down and talk for a while before you go. You've had too much to drink too; it's not safe to drive now."

Perhaps it was because Lan Mei wasn't used to the alcohol she'd had tonight, or perhaps it was the orange juice Zheng the Bald Donkey had spiked, but after hearing him "carefully" say these things while half-drunk, Lan Mei felt herself becoming dizzy. She thought that if she felt even dizzier on the way home, it would be easy to have an accident, so she didn't think much more about it and sat down at the foot of the bed, more than a meter away from where Zheng the Bald Donkey was lying.

"Xiao Lan, aren't you dizzy at all? I didn't drink much more than you, so why... why is my head spinning so much right now?" Zheng the Bald Donkey said while breathing heavily. His acting was vivid and lifelike, even more superb than that of movie stars, leaving Lan Mei, who was sitting upright, completely unaware. She turned her head to look at the "drunken" Zheng the Bald Donkey and said, "I... I'm also a little dizzy. Section Chief Zheng, you should rest. I'll sit for a while and then leave."

"Mmm, you sit and rest for a while, and leave when your head is clearer." Zheng the Bald Donkey said muddledly. Taking advantage of Lan Mei's distraction, he moved closer to her, unnoticed. With his eyes half-closed, he looked at Lan Mei's sexy back, a flash of cunning, lecherous intent crossing his mouth. He wasn't in a hurry; he was waiting for the aphrodisiac to take effect so that this sexy stunner would take the initiative to throw herself into his arms to release her passion.

For some reason, Lan Mei felt that the more she rested, not only did she not feel any clearer, but she felt even more dizzy and lightheaded. Her face began to burn with heat, and for some reason, her body became particularly feverish. Her heart was extremely restless, and her heartbeat began to accelerate for no reason.

Zheng the Bald Donkey, who had been lying on the bed pretending to be drunk, had actually been staring at her profile, observing the changes in her complexion. As time passed, he noticed that Lan Mei's earlobes and cheeks were becoming increasingly red. This redness wasn't the flush of alcohol or an allergic reaction, but a very unnatural shade, and the deep red color on her face was gradually intensifying. Not only that, but Zheng the Bald Donkey also noticed that Lan Mei, who had initially been sitting upright, was becoming increasingly restless, as if there were thorns on the bed. Her hips kept shifting, and her breathing had become slightly heavy.

Sensing the obvious changes in Lan Mei's body and breathing, Zheng the Bald Donkey knew the aphrodisiac must have taken effect. He tentatively moved closer to her and, pretending to be drunk, reached out an arm to drape it around her willow waist. At this moment, Lan Mei's sanity hadn't been completely submerged by the aphrodisiac. Feeling something on her waist, she turned her head and looked down, discovering that it was Section Chief Zheng's arm around her waist. An inexplicable tremor arose in the depths of her heart, but she still lifted his arm and placed it aside. For some reason, her heart felt increasingly empty, her body increasingly feverish, and she was too dizzy to even stand up. Her face was flushed like fire, and her naturally enchanting eyes were somewhat unfocused and blurred under the stimulation of the aphrodisiac. Even when she placed her hands helplessly on her thighs, a wave of electric numbness surged through her entire body, and she couldn't help but tremble.

She didn't know what was happening to her, why her body was getting hotter and her heart more empty and restless. She wanted to leave, but her legs wouldn't obey her; her whole body was limp and weak, and she couldn't even stand up. Under the continuous effect of the aphrodisiac, Lan Mei felt her body becoming softer and her skin hotter, gradually turning scalding. One hand couldn't help but reach to her chest, slowly pulling down the zipper of her small red leather jacket. She took it off, wearing only a low-cut, tight-fitting gray thin sweater underneath, but her whole body was still unbearably hot, and she felt as if her skin was burning.