Jiayi thought that finishing her drink in one go would satisfy the executive.

Unexpectedly, the other party kept pushing his luck, pouring another glass and handing it over: "Such a heroic lady, you said you wouldn’t drink, but look how impressive you are, truly a woman of valour~"

Jiayi’s tolerance hadn’t changed for a thousand years; just one small glass and she already felt her cheeks burning hot, her speech slightly slurred. Seeing him hand over another glass, she refused: "I’ve already had a drink."

"Just one last glass, come on. Everyone’s so happy tonight, let’s all enjoy ourselves, don’t be a spoilsport." The executive said with a smile as he fixed his gaze on the little lady.

Under the influence of alcohol, her cheeks turned rosy, blooming with a seductive charm.

She clenched her delicate fingers, but ultimately, under the persistent persuasion of the executive, she took the glass.

Not far away.

George watched as the young mistress was being force-fed glass after glass by the TV station executive and could no longer stand idly by. He leaned down: "Boss, the young mistress has always had a poor tolerance for alcohol. If this continues..."

Huo Zhenyang’s long lashes cast a shadow, and a clearly visible chill flashed in his eyes.

George knew the Boss could not sit still any longer. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Zhenyang stand tall, personally stand up, walk over, snatch the glass from Jiayi’s hand, and fling it to the side!

"Crash," the glass hit the ground and shattered into several pieces!

The noise of the onlookers all silenced!

The executive turned his head, ready to flare up in anger, but sobered up halfway upon recognizing the comer: "Huo... Mr. Huo..."

Huo Zhenyang, with embers gleaming in his face, grabbed the executive and threw him aside, his voice frosty: "Get lost."

The executive stumbled to the ground, still not understanding what had happened. Amid the scrutiny of everyone, he struggled up, his face reddening to the color of liver: "It’s the film crew that invited me... What does this mean now... "

"It means this movie will blacklist your TV station, and we will no longer promote on your station. Is that clear enough?"

Before the executive came to his senses, two security guards entered, lifted him, and dragged him out.

The invited media at the event started murmuring among themselves.

The head director gave a knowing look.

A public relations representative understood, went up on stage, and said a few words. The lights dimmed, and the mellow, smooth sound of a saxophone began to play.

The onstage performance subdued the atmosphere, successfully diverting the guests’ attention.

"Who arranged for a man to sit next to her?" Huo Zhenyang’s voice was chillingly cold.

The head director who had just approached stammered: "The seating arrangement was managed by the backstage crew."

Without a hint of leniency in his cold voice: "Fire them all."

The director’s back broke out in a cold sweat. Merely for placing a male guest next to Miss Chu, it enraged Mr. Huo to defend his beloved, and he ordered the entire department to be fired. But soon snapping to his senses, he immediately nodded: "Understood."

By the time Zhenyang turned back, the little lady had already slumped on the table, passed out drunk, snoozing soundly.

He didn’t hesitate for long, lifting her horizontally, exiting the banquet hall through the side door, entering the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.

"Mmm..."

As the elevator started, her body sank down a bit, she whimpered, and involuntarily tightened her grip around his neck, bowing into his embrace as if it was more comfortable that way.

He smelled the heavy scent of alcohol on her and his face darkened, turning her flushed little face towards himself and harshly reprimanded: "Dare you drink recklessly outside again."

Knowing full well that her alcohol tolerance was terrible, she preferred to be force-fed drink after drink rather than seek his help.

Even if she didn’t speak, a single glance in his direction would have him resolve the situation immediately.

But she stubbornly refused to utter a word!

The little person in his arms did not even know who was holding her, unable to hear him scolding her, all groggy, only feeling some pain in her jaw being held, furrowing her delicate eyebrows and twisting her body to the side: "It hurts, it hurts! Don’t touch me... Don’t touch me!"

Whimpering, she subconsciously started kicking him with her feet.

"Don’t touch you??" He taught her sternly, deliberately loosening his elbow, intending to set her down.

Sensing the arms around her easing, she instinctively hugged his neck tighter, burrowing into his embrace as if fearing he would drop her on the floor, her lips pouting in distress, contradicting her words: "Don’t... I don’t want to get down."

"Do you want me to hold you or not?" he leaned down and questioned closely with his deep voice, relentless, until he got a clear answer.

The little one, realizing that he was holding her tightly and would not let go, turned impatiently in his embrace, ignoring him and burying her little head into his chest, continuing to sleep soundly.

He snorted in exasperation, pulled her little face out, and as he gazed at her, his look suddenly deepened and intensified.

Little Kitten’s lashes rested on her eyelids like dense fans, her delicate, straight nose like carved jade, and her moist, uplifted lips slightly parted, murmuring in discomfort from the drunkenness.

Occasionally, her arms would tighten around his neck, as if testing whether he was still there.

Though it was she who was drunk, he felt as if he had consumed alcohol himself!

The clueless little person was unaware that a wolf was eyeing her beside her.

In a moment of turmoil, as if under a spell, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against hers.

He thought he might have gone mad!

Just the thought of what might have happened to her in this drunken state around other men accelerated his heartbeat, making him very annoyed, very irate.

He could no longer care if she would despise him upon waking up—

Then he turned slightly, shielding the elevator camera with his back.

He had no intention of letting the hotel surveillance room see them.

Initially unaware, she slowly felt discomfort, tried to turn her head, but he restrained her forcefully.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed against his chest with her small hand, growing clearer in her consciousness!