Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 887: The Excessively Cute President Fu

Shiyan looked aggrieved, his face and eyes slightly red, as if he had been bullied.

"I don’t know..."

Hearing his straightforward reply, Jiangli laughed, "Alright, I’ll help you walk. It’s not far to your room, just hang in there."

Shiyan obediently responded with "Oh."

Jiangli looked at him, wondering how come he seemed so gentle?

He was nothing like the legendary domineering CEO.

More like a delicate girl that anyone could bully.

Jiangli looked at him in a daze.

Shiyan stared into her eyes and suddenly chuckled, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look bad right now?"

Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "Not really. Actually...you look even better than usual."

More...alluring.

Shiyan blinked slowly, "Really?"

Jiangli supported him as they moved forward, saying, "Why would I lie to you? Lying doesn’t earn me any money."

Upon hearing this, Shiyan reached into his pocket, fiddling with something.

After a while, he took out his wallet, pulled out all the cards and cash, and stuffed them into Jiangli’s hand.

"It’s mine, all for you."

Jiangli held the bag of medicine, looking at the handful of money, then at the drunken man in front of her.

Shiyan gazed at her, his eyes unusually bright, devoid of their usual depth, as if boiling with intense emotions.

Jiangli’s heart skipped a beat, feeling strangely odd. She quickly shoved the money back into Shiyan’s pocket.

"Mr. Fu, stop bothering me. We’re almost at your room. Keep the money, I don’t need it."

Shiyan grabbed her hand, frowning seriously, "Why not? I gave it to you, why won’t you use it?"

Jiangli couldn’t help but laugh.

This man, when drunk, was all sorts of things.

Jiangli didn’t want to argue with a drunk, coaxing him, "I’ll use it, I’ll use it. Just leave it with you for now. Once we’re in the room, I’ll take it back, okay? I don’t have hands free right now, do I?"

Upon hearing this, Shiyan carefully looked at her hands, as if to confirm she was telling the truth, then responded with "Oh" and fell silent.

When he was quiet, he still looked like the sharp and clever domineering CEO.

But...

Once he spoke, it really ruined the persona.

Jiangli never expected Shiyan to be like this when drunk, genuinely a bit too cute.

She chuckled and shook her head, supporting Shiyan and guiding him back to his room.

Fortunately, Shiyan, although excessively cute when drunk, didn’t have any bad habits of causing trouble.

Jiangli retrieved the room key card from his pocket, unlocked the door, and helped him into the innermost bedroom.

Shiyan claimed his legs were weak, but only slightly leaned on Jiangli, not putting all his weight on her.

Jiangli easily helped him onto the bed.

Shiyan lay on the bed, looking at her with drunken eyes, then frowned as if feeling uncomfortable.

Jiangli paused, leaned down, and touched his forehead, "Headache?"

Shiyan barely audibly responded, "Hmm."

Jiangli teased, "Who told you to drink so much? Lie here for a while, I’ll get you some water and a hangover pill, then you’ll feel better."

Upon hearing this, Shiyan opened his eyes again, staring at her, his gaze almost pleading and sorrowful.

Jiangli was momentarily stunned, forgetting what she was supposed to do.

It took her a while to snap back to reality, realizing her hand was still on Shiyan’s forehead.

She quickly withdrew her hand, coughed, straightened up, and said, "Wait here for me."

Shiyan responded, "I’ll wait for you." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

His eyes were bright and ardent.

Anyone who didn’t know might think he wasn’t drunk at all.

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