Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1528 Drunk

Nan Weiwei violently shook off the man's hand that was supporting her arm. Her body swayed from the excessive force, but she still managed to stand firmly and said loudly, "No, thank you for your kindness. I can call a designated driver. Besides, I'm not familiar with Mr. Ye you mentioned, so there's no need to bother him."

Her voice was a little drunken, but also revealed an unquestionable firmness, as if this could keep that inexplicable kindness out of the door.

The man smiled slightly, with an elusive gentleness in his smile. He was not in a hurry and just said softly, "Miss, are you sure you can call a designated driver?"

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was calmly stating a fact, but with a hint of doubt.

Nan Weiwei squinted her eyes drunkenly when she heard this. Her drunken state was even more obvious under the light. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes showed a determination to not admit defeat. She loudly retorted, "Why not? I'm just drunk, not unconscious."

As she spoke, she patted her chest, as if to prove that she was fully capable of handling the matter.

The man looked at her stubborn expression, a faint smile still on his lips. That smile seemed to contain tolerance for Nan Weiwei's naive thoughts. He slowly said, "It seems you don't have your phone with you? You just paid in cash. Few people use cash these days. But if you really don't trust us, I... can help you call a designated driver."

His tone was still gentle, but he pointed out Nan Weiwei's current predicament.

When Nan Weiwei heard this, she was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched herself. Only then did she realize that the cell phone was still with her aunt, lying on the ground in pieces.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her stubborn demeanor and said stubbornly, "Then... then I can also figure it out on my own. You don't need Mr. Ye to worry about it."

The man shook his head gently, as if looking at a tantrum child, and said patiently: "Miss, you are alone and drunk, it is not safe. You should accept Mr. Ye's kindness. Mr. Ye is also sincere and does not want to see you get into any accidents."

His voice was gentle but carried an irresistible force, as if he was trying to convince Nan Weiwei to let down her guard.

Nan frowned slightly, her heart wavering, but her stubborn nature still made her unwilling to compromise easily. She looked at the man with a hint of hesitation and struggle in her eyes, and said, "I... I still don't want to trouble him. I really don't know him well."

The man continued smiling, and that smile seemed to have a magical power that could gradually make people let down their guard. He said, "Mr. Ye, this is out of concern for you. Just follow me and I will definitely take you home safely."

Finally, a trace of rationality struggled out of Nan Weiwei's head, which was somewhat confused by alcohol.

She was aware of her current situation. She didn't want to accept Mr. Ye's so-called "kindness" without any reason, but she was really unable to return home safely alone.

So, she decided to take a step back, looked at the young man with a slightly drunk but still determined look, and said, "How about this, give me your phone and I'll call a designated driver myself."

Her voice trembled slightly, but revealed an unquestionable stubbornness, as if this was her final bottom line in this delicate game.

When the young man heard this, he was slightly stunned, and a hint of imperceptible hesitation flashed in his eyes.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was weighing something. His lips moved, but he said nothing. He just stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Nan Weiwei.

"What? No?" Nan Weiwei saw that the young man didn't respond immediately and narrowed her eyes, her gaze filled with vigilance and suspicion, as if the man in front of her was hiding some unspeakable secret. "What is your purpose? Who sent you here? Chen Donghai?"

When she thought of Chen Donghai's hypocritical and cunning face, she felt a surge of anger in her heart, and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

The young man quickly waved his hands, with a sincere look on his face, and said anxiously, "Miss, you misunderstood. I don't know any Chen Donghai. Mr. Ye is simply worried about your safety, so he asked me to help."

His tone was full of sincerity, trying to dispel Nan Weiwei's doubts.

"In that case, why don't you dare lend me your phone? Are you afraid that I will cheat you of your phone? Can I buy your phone? Come, I'll give you money. Now I only accept calls for a designated driver, not for you to take me home." She took out her purse and prepared to take out the money.

Nan Weiwei still refused to give in. Her body was shaking slightly due to being drunk, but her eyes were as firm as a rock, as if she was declaring her sovereignty.

The young man was silent for two seconds. In this brief silence, the hustle and bustle of the street outside the bar seemed particularly distant.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision. Finally, he slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Nan Weiwei.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was handing over an extremely precious item, and as if he was afraid of disturbing Nan Weiwei's fragile nerves.

Nan Weiwei reached out to pick up the phone, but the phone in her hand was like a disobedient elf.

Her fingers slid across the screen randomly, her eyes became a little blurry due to being drunk, and she couldn't find the correct order button.

She was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she kept muttering, "What's going on? This broken phone..."

The young man looked at Nan Weiwei's anxious and helpless appearance, and a trace of pity welled up in his heart.

He silently took the phone from Nan Weiwei's hand and tapped the screen quickly with his fingers. His movements were skillful and smooth, as if he was playing a beautiful piece of music.

After a while, he helped Nan Weiwei find a designated driver service.

"OK, I'll note that the designated driver is a woman. Please wait a moment. Now you can rest assured."

The young man had a gentle smile on his face, which seemed to tell Nan Weiwei that everything was under his control and she could rest assured.

Nan Weiwei looked at the interface on the screen that showed the successful order, and her vigilance was slightly relieved.

She leaned against the wall next to her, looking at the young man with tired eyes, muttering, "I hope you really don't have any other intentions..."

Man,,,,Alas,,,,

At this moment, the cell phone in the man's trouser pocket suddenly rang, and the crisp ringtone seemed particularly abrupt at the relatively quiet door of the bar.

The man frowned slightly, quickly took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.

The voice of the designated driver platform confirming the location and arrival time came from the other end of the phone. While listening, the man subconsciously turned his head to look at the end of the street, thinking that the designated driver should be here soon, and judging from the current situation, it seemed that there would be no more emergencies.

He was only asked by Mr. Ye to handle Nan Weiwei's return arrangements. Now that the designated driver has been arranged, there is no need for him to stay any longer.

So, he responded softly to the person on the other end of the phone a few times, then hung up the phone, turned around, walked away, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Nan Weiwei stood there, her eyes fixed on the man as he walked away. Her heartbeat slowed down with his footsteps, and her heart, which had been hanging high in her chest, slowly settled back down.

It wasn't until the man's figure completely disappeared from her sight that Nan Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if she had been suppressing this breath for a long time, and now it was finally released, she felt her body become lighter.

As if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, Nan Weiwei's body relaxed. Her brows were no longer furrowed, replaced by a relaxed and relieved expression.

She walked to the tree trunk at the door of the bar with unsteady steps and leaned against it weakly. The cold night wind blew gently, making her hair messy, but also making her confused mind a little clearer.

However, the awakening brought by the cold wind did not make her body feel much better.

Her stomach churned, and she bent down slightly, supporting herself with her hands on her knees, feeling a little nauseous.

Her brows were furrowed, her face full of pain, and she kept mumbling, "I haven't drunk like this in a long time. I really asked for it, but... I felt uncomfortable if I didn't drink. Why didn't my aunt understand me? Now I feel better. I still feel uncomfortable after drinking too much. My stomach... don't even mention it. My stomach... feels uncomfortable, sob ...

Nan Weiwei's voice was a little tearful, as if she was expressing her inner entanglement and helplessness.

She thought of the recent troubles, which surrounded her like a tide, making it hard for her to breathe.

Tonight, she wanted to use the wine to numb herself and temporarily forget the pain.

But I didn't expect that this wine was easy to drink, but the aftereffects were so uncomfortable.

Not long after, a light sound of footsteps came from far away. Nan Weiwei slowly raised her head and through her blurred vision, she saw a woman wearing a designated driver's uniform walking towards her. There was a small yellow car not far away, probably the designated driver. The current transportation conditions are really convenient.

The woman had a slim figure, and the "designated driver" logo printed on her clothes was particularly eye-catching under the street lights.

Nan Weiwei waved at the woman without even thinking, and shouted, "Hello, here."

Her voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, but was full of anticipation, as if this designated driver was her savior at the moment, who could take her away from this uncomfortable state and return to her warm and safe home.

The designated driver saw Nan Weiwei leaning against the tree trunk, staggering drunkenly, from a distance. When she got closer and saw the painful and confused look on her face, she couldn't help but frown.

She muttered to herself: "How could a girl drink so much alcohol so late at night? What if something happens?" Her worry was beyond words and her pace unconsciously quickened a bit.

She hurriedly took two steps forward and firmly supported Nan Weiwei's body which was almost collapsing.

Nan Weiwei leaned against the designated driver, the smell of alcohol hitting her face, but the designated driver didn't show any disdain. She just asked with concern, "Little girl, where is the car?"

Her voice was gentle yet a little anxious, as if she was afraid that something might happen to Nan Weiwei in this moment.

Nan Weiwei heard the question dazedly and tried hard to open her drunken eyes. She pointed at the roadside with a trembling finger and said vaguely, "The car... hehe... there."

Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, as if she had used up all her strength to say these two words.

The designated driver looked in the direction of her finger and saw a stylish, sleek, high-end sedan parked on the side of the road. She froze for two seconds, a flicker of hesitation and embarrassment in her eyes. She turned to Nan Weiwei and said, "Little girl, I've never driven this car before. It's too high-end..."

She really wasn't sure if she could drive a car like this. If something went wrong, it would be troublesome.

Nan Weiwei didn't care about these things at the moment. She just felt like her head was about to explode and her stomach was churning. She just wanted to go back and lie down to have a good sleep.

She waved her hand and said in a slightly drunken but resolute voice, "It's okay, it's okay. It's worthless. Just drive it safely. If it gets damaged, it's my responsibility. As long as you let me get home alive and see tomorrow's sunrise, that's all that's enough."

Her eyes were full of fatigue and longing, as if this car was her only hope of returning home.

The designated driver looked at Nan Weiwei's painful and anxious expression and felt sorry for her.