Chapter 939: Send Su Yang to My Room

Speaking, Zhou Ruohan began shaking Su Yang hard: "Su Yang? What's wrong with you? You're drunk again?"

"What are you saying? You don't want to go back? Let go of me, why do you keep grabbing my hand?"

Su Yang was almost made dizzy by Zhou Ruohan's shaking; as the saying goes, three women make a drama, but in his view, even one woman can put on a show.

Moreover, this should be considered an impromptu-written, impromptu-directed, impromptu-performed stage play, right? He originally wanted to say a couple of lines, but now he can only squint his eyes and lie on the table.

Obviously his hand was originally holding chopsticks, ready to pick up a dish, but Zhou Ruohan forcibly pressed it against his own wrist, and he could only grip it tightly—otherwise this play couldn't continue. He had originally wanted to savor the feeling, make some preparations, but everything came out of the blue.

Seeing this, Qiao Yindi said: "Su Yang has been a bit tired these past couple of days, and on top of going out for New Year visits he's also drunk quite a bit, so you might as well send him back to rest." She then called for help.

Zhou Ruohan immediately said: "Look, he keeps pulling my hand and won't let go, and he's drunk again—if you insist on dragging him away, who knows what trouble he'll cause, what if he gets rowdy drunk? Otherwise, first send him to my room, and we can talk when you come back."

Qiao Yindi shook her head, feeling utterly helpless, and said to Xiao Qiao and the others: "Then help your brother-in-law to your sister's room, and make him a bowl of hangover soup. Once he feels a bit better later, don't let him drink anymore. You're young—don't ruin your bodies with drink too early. And you lot, I just told you to give him less alcohol, look at you, you keep plying Su Yang with drink!"

At this point, Xiao Qiao and his two cousins protested: "We're innocent! He barely had a few drinks earlier—how come you're taking his side now? Besides, if he doesn't drink, how can we possibly ply him with alcohol?"

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do—who made him my son‑in‑law? If this were a rural family, at this time they'd be sitting on the heated brick bed, and we could only serve them tea and water." Saying that, everyone burst out laughing.

Qiao Yinyuan said: "I originally wanted to talk to this kid about their project, but he ended up drinking himself into oblivion. By rights, he shouldn't have—he works at the grassroots level, and in theory drinking capacity represents workload, so with his tolerance, what kind of results could he possibly produce?"

Qiao Yindi said: "Why are you acting like a kid, causing trouble here? Who told you that grassroots work means you have to drink every day? What if someone's constitution is sensitive and they can't drink—would they then be barred from grassroots work?"

Qiao Yinyuan said: "Sis, you just don't get it. You've never worked at the grassroots level, nor are you responsible for those so‑called projects. Now you're both the Party Committee Secretary and Chairman of Jiangnan Bank—when you're with others, whether they can drink depends on reading your micro‑expressions. For those at the grassroots, if they want to get anything done, they have to gauge their leaders' faces, and those people drink as casually as drinking plain water; if they don't drink, they simply can't fit in."

While they were saying this, Su Yang had already been helped into Zhou Ruohan's room. Indeed, it was Zhou Ruohan's room—the Qiao family's courtyard house is fairly large, and a room had been specially reserved for her.

After Xiao Qiao and his two brothers left, Zhou Ruohan couldn't wait to say: "Seize the time, work actively, boost efficiency, don't dawdle—because even if you delay, you still have to turn in today's 'assignment'."

Su Yang sat up straight and said: "I can understand that over the past two days your longing for me has been day‑and‑night, but after these two days, has that longing eased a bit? It shouldn't be overflowing like this, should it?"

Zhou Ruohan said: "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A day apart feels like three autumns'? I haven't seen you for how many days—how could it just be fine? And besides, didn't I say last night? We should launch a push to get the year's work done early, so you won't keep thinking about it in your heart, and I can devote myself fully at home to preparing to be a mother."

Su Yang said: "No, aren't you afraid there'll be an effect? People say it's not easy within three months…"

Zhou Ruohan said: "What are you worried about? As long as you don't act recklessly, nothing will happen. Those things that are said to be easily lost—one is acting recklessly, the other is related to nutrition. Some people's nutrition simply can't keep up; even if they lie in bed all day, they can't retain it."

Su Yang thought for a moment, then agreed: "All right, give me three minutes, let me go for a quick victory."

Zhou Ruohan then unleashed a "Nine Yin White Bone Claw": "What three minutes? If you take three minutes, I'll broadcast this, say you're incompetent, and then you'll become a laughingstock in the circle!"

After saying that, both burst out laughing. Usually, because of work, they are dead‑serious, but once they truly return to their own little world, they revert completely to their true nature. Moments later, all their hormones were released, and fortunately this bed was sturdy enough to bear what it shouldn't have had to.

At the same moment, Zhou Ruohan had already gotten into bed to sleep. This made Guo Huai Xiu notice something odd; she entered the room and asked: "You haven't been feeling well these past two days, have you? All you do is eat and sleep, and even your diet has become particular—you avoid greasy, salty food. Is something wrong?"

Fang Jingwen, who had just lain down to sleep, heard her mother's question and replied bluntly: "What do you think could be wrong? You don't need to worry about me—I'm old enough to take care of myself, especially since I'm at home and you're still waiting on me. As for my attitude toward marriage, I've already told you and Dad; I think you should be able to accept it, no need to hit me with those conventional theories, right?"

Guo Huai Xiu looked her daughter up and down: "I was saying you…?"

Fang Jingwen said: "What is it? I already told you about my situation, and from now on I'm a lifelong single; as for emotional matters, that chapter is closed for me. These past two days I've also been pondering the meaning of life—it can't be all work and no life."

"I have an idea—I originally wanted to wait until Dad was here so we could all talk together, but I'll talk to you first. I'm planning for the second half of next year…"

At the same moment, Jia Guolong was drinking with Zhang Jiangbo and Li Qiu Shui at a private club. Jia Guolong and Zhang Jiangbo weren't feeling particularly good—especially Jia Guolong, who felt worse than having eaten a fly; whenever he closed his eyes, the carefully plotted courting scene he'd imagined would surface, and right after that came Su Yang's crushing blow.

As a scion of the circle, getting into verbal spats or even coming to blows with others is no big deal, let alone trading a couple of national curses—that's not considered shameful. But the blow Su Yang dealt him is practically an insult to his very character.

Zhang Jiangbo felt the same way—although Su Yang didn't strike him directly, if it weren't for Su Yang he wouldn't have been slapped in public. He exclaimed angrily: "No way, we've got to regain face! Otherwise we'll find another activity, lure him out, then round up more people; if that still fails, we'll go to a martial arts school and round up some folks."

Jia Guolong said: "No need, I have a better plan."