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Someone definitely didn’t drink much tonight.

And has been "flitting about".

Moreover.

The drinks at Fujiwara Reiki’s table earlier were completely just "soda water".

Soda water surely doesn’t have any alcohol content, right?

It’s always unscrupulous merchants who dilute alcohol, probably no one’s adding alcohol to water.

But there’s a saying.

It’s not the alcohol that gets you drunk, it’s people themselves who get intoxicated.

Whether one is drunk depends largely on the atmosphere, the feeling, whether the guy drinking is handsome and dashing, or if the woman is hot and seductive.

It’s definitely not an act.

Someone’s posture is rather... disgraceful.

The tabletop caught his face, it doesn’t look like drunkenness, drunkenness usually has a gradual process, but he seems like a robot that suddenly had a shutdown command initiated, with one arm even drooping over the edge of the table.

"Hey～"

Helplessness, grievance, frustration, unwillingness... a myriad of emotions were all mixed into this sigh.

Fujiwara Reiki sat silently, not panicking, calmly observing the guy who had suddenly shut down.

Can human will overcome fate?

Although she had changed her destiny, it seems heaven still hasn’t retracted its deep malice towards her.

Exhaustive scheming and painstaking efforts can’t stand against a little coincidence in the end.

Don’t be fooled by her chatting and laughing with that Jinhai second-generation tonight, it’s actually terrifying just like Shi Qianxi, or even more so!

There were moments when she wished she could kill the other party.

The so-called "sisters" are naturally just a joke.

She who is destined not to walk in the sunlight... probably can’t even have the status of a lover, how could she possibly rank with them.

No matter how they fight, it actually has nothing to do with her, who wins or loses, who’s senior or junior, wouldn’t have any impact on her.

What she seeks, is just a very humble wish.

Unfortunately.

Yet again, it ended in failure.

Self-aware as always, Miss Fujiwara is not someone lacking in broad-mindedness.

However.

She is still human.

Being human.

Cannot avoid the weaknesses of human nature.

Her painstaking plans were sabotaged, and she’s supposed to beautify others, make dresses for others?

Why?!

If she can’t achieve her wishes, she certainly won’t make it easy for others!

"Could it be that Li Ji doesn’t make Jiang Sang feel comfortable enough."

Fujiwara Reiki murmured softly, lifting her hand to stroke Jiang Chen’s hair and face.

In Shen Zhou there’s a saying: eating the punishment wine when one doesn’t eat the toast.

Since her entreaties couldn’t move him, even requests like "renting a hotel room" were refused.

Then, she could only really offer him medicine.

If he doesn’t sleep with her tonight, then no one can think of sleeping with him.

Of course.

Actually, there was another way.

Bag him and take him away.

But this is Kyoto, it’s Apang Palace.

Sakura certainly doesn’t have the ability to fly or escape underground.

Don’t really think the security forces eat nothing.

Apang Palace isn’t purely a nightclub, it can’t let you "abduct" people silently.

The scenario of "corpse picking" is even more wishful thinking.

What’s more, the one sprawled is their boss.

Fujiwara Reiki understands, it’s not his fault, after a lingering affectionate caress, she can only slowly withdraw her hand, stand up, and reluctantly choose to leave.

"Your boss is drunk, take him to rest."

As she passed by Wan Wenya, she said.

Drunk?

Wan Wenya nodded imperceptibly, watching possibly the most aggrieved "lady boss" in history leave, then walked towards the table.

Indeed.

Mr. Jiang is really sprawled on the table, looking unconscious.

Hmm.

Though this move isn’t very clever, in an emergency, a sudden incident, this was the only option.

"Mr. Jiang, she’s gone."

Approaching the table, Wan Wenya bent over and said softly, ignoring the other’s "exaggerated" posture.

The acting being a bit over the top doesn’t matter, as long as the predetermined effect is achieved.

To his surprise, the Apang Palace general manager found the person showed no reaction, and thus reminded again, "Mr. Jiang, she’s gone."

Still motionless.

Suspicion arose in Wan Wenya’s eyes.

Could he really be drunk?

How could it be possible.

He’s clear on how much alcohol was consumed at the two tables.

No, it should be said, one table.

"Mr. Jiang?"

He called out tentatively again, and with still no response, couldn’t help but gently push the other person.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Wan Wenya’s face tightened, realizing something amiss, hastily went around the other side, immediately reaching out to feel for breath.

This is called professional.

Fortunately.

Although looking like a corpse, there’s still breath, don’t blame this general manager for panicking, at his level, he has seen too much cruelty and treachery.

After confirming the boss was just unconscious, Wan Wenya immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then swiftly gave orders to summon medical staff. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Why is it always said that talent is a scarce resource.

This is an example explanation.

Some people see you hanging and think you’re swinging.

Medical staff prepared to handle emergencies quickly arrived, dressed in plain clothes to avoid causing a stir.

"Mr. Jiang... is poisoned."

After meticulous, tense examination, a medical doctor who could consult at any top-tier hospital exclaimed.

"Poisoned?"

"No need to worry Mr. Wan, Mr. Jiang’s overall signs are normal, pulse is steady, seems he ingested benzodiazepine-type medication, can be understood as... knockout drops."

For ease of understanding, the duty medical doctor gave a simple analogy.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

No doubt, the summoned medical staff must be feeling quite bizarre inside.

The boss got drugged here?

Definitely wouldn’t self-administer it looking like this.

"Would there be any aftereffects or side effects?"

"Benzodiazepine drugs primarily sedate and induce sleep, won’t cause serious harm to the body, however... Mr. Jiang probably won’t wake up tonight."

"Hmm."

No instructions are needed, they clearly know what should and shouldn’t be said.

After confirming the boss was safe, Wan Wenya personally helped him upstairs, to the exclusive lounge door.

The door opened.

Patiently waiting Shi Qianxi looked at this Apang Palace general manager, then at the person slouched like wet mud on him, frowning.

"Mr. Jiang is poisoned."

Shi Qianxi was stunned but showed no tension.

She’s really gone to great lengths to act on his behalf.

Thinking up even such anecdotes.

Though she didn’t trouble others, as a subordinate, she can’t disobey the boss’s orders; how the boss directs can only be complied with.

So she didn’t even ask what poison, allowed them in, let Wan Wenya put the person on the bed.

"You can go out now."

In front of outsiders, Director Shi naturally maintains her demeanor: noble, calm, dignified.

"Mr. Jiang really is poisoned."

Jiang Chen absolutely chose the right person, this Apang Palace general manager can be described as loyal, once more stating the boss’s condition.

Shi Qianxi gave him a look, "I know."

"..."

Having fulfilled his duty, Wan Wenya had no more to say, and could only leave.