Chương 19: Chapter 19 I Can't Walk Anymore
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Cheng Dongyu's first reaction was to raise his hands in a surrender pose, trying to extract himself from the situation.
"Boss, you see, I didn't do anything. I didn't even take a sip of alcohol with her."
Su Lu still didn't know what was happening behind her.
"Mr. Cheng?"
Cheng Dongyu didn't dare to respond, looking nervously behind her.
Meanwhile, Liu Qiming, undeterred by the situation, used his drunkenness to attempt to place his hand on Su Lu's shoulder.
Cheng Dongyu thought he was asking for trouble.
Liu Qiming's unruly hand met something cold in mid-air.
He snapped back to reality, realizing the room had suddenly grown quiet.
Upon closer inspection, the cold object in his hand was a full bottle of alcohol.
Liu Qiming was stunned to find Bo Jingshen standing beside him, his eyes cold and hostile.
His handsome face seemed to be dipped in ice water, looking extremely chilly.
Liu Qiming's voice became somewhat dry, "You... Why are you here, President Bo?"
The last two words hit Su Lu like a hammer, making her much more alert.
She sat up straighter, glancing over at him.
The first thing she saw was the identical bottle of alcohol in his hand.
"Bo Jingshen, you..."
"Shut up."
"But I..."
"I said shut up!"
He was angry, and it seemed quite serious.
Su Lu shrank her neck. Affected by the alcohol, she became obedient like a little rabbit.
Previously, she could handle the situation with clarity, feeling as though she could drink more and stay rational.
But now, seeing the person she trusted the most, her brain seemed to naturally surrender to the alcohol's effects.
She lowered her head and sat quietly, feeling dizzy.
Bo Jingshen nodded at Liu Qiming, "The project for my tech park, hasn't President Liu always wanted to participate?"
Sweat started to form on Liu Qiming's forehead, "President Bo, I just wanted Xiaolu to network, given my good relationship with Old Su."
He didn't understand what President Bo saw in Su Lu, whom the Gu Family discarded.
Could it be President Bo had a peculiar taste?
However, Liu Qiming didn't intend to offend Bo Jingshen completely. Who wouldn't want to collaborate with Boss?
So, he was trying to show weakness, hoping that a sensible businessman wouldn't push the matter further.
But clearly, Bo Jingshen wasn't that kind of person.
He nodded towards the bottle in Liu Qiming's hand, making his meaning clear.
You like making others drink? Drink it yourself, then I will believe in your sincerity to collaborate.
Liu Qiming's face turned white, and he forced a smile, "President Bo, please don't joke with me..."
"Did I laugh?" Bo Jingshen asked coldly.
There was no trace of a smile on his indifferent face.
Liu Qiming frowned tightly, but his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Given the situation, he hadn't planned to answer it. But noticing that it was an urgent call from his company, he hesitated.
Raising his head, he saw Bo Jingshen smiling faintly, "President Liu, why not answer? It might be important."
Had it not been for these words, Liu Qiming might not have answered. But Bo Jingshen's suggestion made him uneasy. So, he quickly answered, listening to the person on the other end. Moments later, Liu Qiming's face turned even more unpleasant, his eyes widening in shock as he looked at Bo Jingshen.
Cheng Dongyu, standing beside him, silently lit a candle for Liu Qiming: Baldy, take care. Messing with the Boss is bad luck.
Then Cheng Dongyu, willingly and kindly, took the bottle from Liu Qiming, opening it for him.
Liu Qiming's lips trembled a bit, looking at Bo Jingshen, "President Bo."
Bo Jingshen didn't speak, merely gestured to the now-open bottle, his meaning clear.
Liu Qiming, gritting his teeth, took the bottle and drank it.
The room remained silent. Most people here were seasoned veterans, a few had noticed the earlier disagreement between Bo Jingshen and Liu Qiming at the exhibition.
They could easily guess what was going on.
Quietly, they watched the drama unfold.
Liu Qiming struggled to finish the bottle, looking dizzy and lightheaded as he glanced at Bo Jingshen, about to speak.
Only to see the handsome man's face still cold and detached, without any intent to speak, handing him another opened bottle.
Liu Qiming quickly pleaded, "President Bo, please show mercy."
Bo Jingshen glanced at the woman quietly sitting on the sofa, then turned to Liu Qiming, "When you force others to drink, did you consider showing mercy?"
"But... but that..."
Liu Qiming seemed to want to explain, but Bo Jingshen clearly wasn't interested, placing the bottle down with a faint, "If you don't want to drink, then so be it."
Liu Qiming remembered the call from his company's secretary about the major deals set to be signed, now all on hold. He couldn't believe this wasn't related to Bo Jingshen.
He hadn't anticipated the immense power this young man, newly returned from abroad and not yet established in the domestic market, wielded.
Bitterly, Liu Qiming took the bottle.
Barely halfway through, he was done, vomiting into a nearby trash can.
Cheng Dongyu approached Bo Jingshen quietly, "Boss, maybe we should let it go? We don't want any serious accidents. Encouraging excessive drinking can be legally problematic."
Bo Jingshen shot him a glance, "Oh, now you know encouraging drinking is risky? Where was this concern when he was pushing Su Xiaolu to drink?"
Cheng Dongyu's eyes shifted, quickly saying, "Boss, it looks like Miss Su has fallen asleep. This place is quite foul. Maybe we should head out?"
This had the desired effect.
Bo Jingshen shot a glance at Su Lu.
She had her head down, seemingly unaware of her surroundings.
Bo Jingshen almost laughed in exasperation.
Indeed, the place was foul, right next to a bald guy vomiting intensely.
Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, "Fine, let's go."
Su Lu felt a hand on her shoulder. Though groggy, her wariness hadn't faded, and she half-opened her eyes, alert.
But the familiar scent of cedar brought her immediate calm.
"Hmm?" she uttered blankly.
"Su Lu, you dare sleep anywhere?" Bo Jingshen frowned, "Let's go."
He released her shoulder and straightened up.
Then he felt a soft hand grab his, halting his movement.
"Ah Shen."
The small hand gave a slight tug, with a hint of pleading.
"I can't walk anymore."
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