Chapter 210: This Driver Is Something Else

The group’s enthusiasm was high, and by the end, they weren’t even bothering with glasses, drinking straight from the bottles.

Among them, the heaviest drinkers were Fang Zhou and another young guy who had just turned eighteen.

Neither willing to back down, they matched each other bottle for bottle.

In the end, both collapsed on the floor, sleeping like dead pigs.

The others weren’t in great shape either. Only Su Yang and Li Siming had enough sense left to call for a designated driver and a taxi at the hotel’s front desk.

Finally, only Fang Zhou was left. The designated driver had already arrived and was waiting at the entrance. Li Siming, with great difficulty, helped Fang Zhou into the car and gave the driver an address.

“Driver, please take him to Building 2, Unit 8, XX Community.”

“Okay.”

A clear, cool voice responded in the car, more refreshing than the night breeze.

The designated driver answered softly; it was a woman.

Li Siming, his mind in a fog, was still somewhat surprised.

Life isn’t easy—it’s already late at night, and a woman is out here working as a designated driver to make money.

He glanced forward, seeing the driver wearing a mask, her features obscured, but her posture was upright and seemed elegant.

A surge of compassion made Li Siming think about how this woman might need to help Fang Zhou into his home later.

“I’ll send you a 50 yuan tip later. Thanks for ensuring he gets home safely.”

“Sure.”

The response was still brief, lacking any enthusiasm for the unexpected tip.

If Li Siming were sober, he would have thought more about this, but tonight he was too drunk, and with his own designated driver waiting, he didn’t dwell on it.

“Alright, go ahead. Thanks… wait, hold on.”

Li Siming slapped his forehead, realizing he had given Fang Zhou’s home address. If his sister saw him like this, she’d worry.

“Better take him to XX Single Apartment, Building A, 17th floor. The key is with the car keys.”

“Okay.”

After closing the car door, the black Volkswagen sped away, leaving the sluggish Li Siming to slowly make his way back inside.

Had he looked more closely, he might have recognized the driver’s familiar eyes.

The car stopped at a red light, and the driver slowly removed her mask.

Tonight, Fang Zhou’s designated driver was actually Han Xi.

Through the rearview mirror, she could see Fang Zhou lying in the back seat, deeply asleep.

Han Xi turned to look at the traffic light’s changing numbers, feeling her heart beat slowly in her chest.

This scene seemed familiar. It was like before, except then she was the one drunk, and Fang Zhou was the one taking her home.

That’s when they first slept together.

In the first month of their relationship, Fang Zhou had been very respectful, only kissing and hugging her, rarely expressing his desires.

Fang Zhou was about 24 then, full of youthful vigor.

Han Xi, being two or three years older and in her first relationship, had her needs too.

But restrained by her usual cold demeanor and shyness, she never made the first move.

Until that business dinner, where she seemed drunk but was really bolstered by liquid courage.

When Fang Zhou helped her to bed and started to change her clothes, she grabbed his belt.

“Fang Zhou, we’ve been together for a month. Why are you acting like a saint?”

Her blunt words made his ears turn red.

Fang Zhou, embarrassed and surprised, looked at her and said, “I’m not a saint; it’s just too soon…”

At that time, he was still inexperienced, treating the woman he loved with utmost respect, even if he had to relieve himself.

He wanted to wait until they were both ready.

But Han Xi wouldn’t hear of it then.

She pulled him onto the bed, having him land on top of her.

With her arms around his neck, she looked at him with a dazed expression, her breath warm.

“I want you now.”

Fang Zhou’s face turned bright red, as if he were the one who had been drinking.

After that encounter, Fang Zhou learned not to let Han Xi drink.

Because when she did, she was too energetic and wild, like a madwoman.

That was Fang Zhou’s first time, and nearly his last.

The next morning, they woke up to clothes scattered everywhere and lingering traces of their passion, both blushing deeply.

The green light came on, and the honking from the cars behind pulled Han Xi back to the present.

She stepped on the gas, restarting the car.

Her reflection in the window was slightly flushed, unlike her usual calm demeanor.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the specified apartment complex.

This was a single apartment, mostly rented by young people.

Han Xi helped Fang Zhou into the elevator, drawing curious looks from a few others.

A young man, seeing her struggle, offered help, “Need a hand?”

“No, thanks.”

Han Xi freed a hand to press the button for the 17th floor.

“Is that your brother? He’s really drunk.”

The young man asked.

Han Xi shook her head, calmly replying, “Boyfriend.”

Her eyes stayed on the display screen, waiting for the 17th floor.

As the elevator doors closed, one girl couldn’t help but speak, “You’ve got a crush, huh? Too bad he’s taken.”

The man looked awkward, scratching his head, “No, I was just asking.”

“Pfft, probably not a crush on him, but on his money. That bag she’s carrying is at least twenty thousand yuan.”

“If she’s so rich, why’s she living in a single apartment?”

“Who knows, maybe it’s just some rich people’s fun.”

Their conversation was cut off by the elevator doors. Han Xi, half-carrying Fang Zhou and fumbling with keys, didn’t hear a word.

Opening the door, she helped Fang Zhou inside, locking the door and turning on the light.

The apartment was tidy, a one-bedroom unit.

Struggling to get Fang Zhou to the bed, Han Xi finally took a good look around his room.

She was suddenly drawn to a red string on his hand.

If she remembered correctly, he’d had it for many years.

From when they were together, he’d always worn it.

Han Xi couldn’t help but wonder, did it have some special meaning?