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"Alright!" Zhan Ziye agreed without a second word and put his hand on Lu Juyan's shoulder as if nothing had happened, not at all afraid that the other would shake off his own hand.

When the two of them walked back to the bar, they met the anxious manager. In an instant, the manager who was frowning immediately faced them with a smile and brought them back to the room.

"Two young masters, please wait a moment. I'll send a few pretty ladies over right now." The manager had long since known about Lu Juyan's rejection of that woman. However, when he saw Zhan Ziye's slightly bored expression, he opened his mouth and suggested.

The manager saw that neither of them had any objections, so he immediately walked out of the room. The cold sweat that overflowed his back made him feel very uncomfortable. He subconsciously wiped the sweat off his forehead and went to arrange for the well-behaved ladies to enter the room once more.

He reminded them in advance before slowly bringing them in. Before he left, he gave the young ladies a look indicating that he wanted them to act as they saw fit.

"Young Master Lu, shall I feed you some wine?" A bold woman slowly approached Lu Juyan and sat beside him, pouring wine for him.

He had just touched Lu Juyan's wine cup and was about to feed it to him when he was pushed away and refused.

At this moment, Lu Juyan's heart was filled with thoughts of Du Liqing and he had no intentions of flirting with other women. He was only accompanying Zhan Ziye as he drank some wine and sought some entertainment. As for the other females, their approach only made him subconsciously want to dodge them.

The other girls tried repeatedly to get close to him, but to no avail. They could only surround Zhan Ziye with one or two of them.

"Young Master Zhan, drink her wine. What about mine?" A woman pouted as she was embraced by Zhan Ziye. Her face was red as she leaned on him. Her body was so soft that others couldn't help but want to touch her. She held a full glass of wine in her hand, wanting Zhan Ziye to give her some face and drink it.

"Of course it's the same." Battle Son Ye had to endure the emotions in his heart. Naturally, he had a magnanimous attitude towards wine. Looking at all kinds of girls around him, he didn't do much before people were nearing him. However, he was unable to get his hands on that woman.

An uncomfortable feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, causing his drinking speed to increase continuously. There were even people who wanted to give him a drink, but he immediately drank it. He didn't care about his current appearance at all.

Time gradually passed by … Lu Juyan had only drunk one cup at a time, while Zhan Ziye had consciously wanted to get drunk at the moment. Therefore, in the end, he could only have Lu Juyan send him home as a result.

The news of Zhan family and Zhan Ziye's return had long since spread. Zhan family's parents had not seen Zhan Ziye return for a long time, but now Lu Juyan had brought him back with a drunken appearance.

"Uncle, aunt, I've brought him back. He'll be leaving first." Lu Juyan ignored the expressions on Battle Father and Battle Mother's faces and tossed Zhan Ziye onto the sofa at the side. He spoke a few words before turning to leave.

When his battle father saw Lu Juyan's expression, he didn't urge him to stay. He picked up a stick to the side and walked in front of Zhan Ziye. He immediately grew angry when he saw him drink so much.

"This stinking brat, he really pisses me off. Someone, come and punish me!" The Battle Father suddenly knocked a stick on the ground, trying to wake Zhan Ziye up. He hated Zhan Ziye for not being good enough and shouted at the butler at the side in a flustered and exasperated manner.

"Wait a minute, old man, what are you doing? Zi Ye is my only son, why don't you try giving him the family law!"

Without saying anything further, the Battle Mother stood in front of the War Father, blocking his devouring look. She angrily glared at the War Father, a ten out of ten chance of protecting him.

"This stinking brat's character is all spoiled by you!"

This caused his father, who was originally furious, to not know what to say to Zhan Ziye. He angrily knocked on the floor. Shaking his sleeves in frustration, he scolded his Battle Mother, dropped the stick, and left this place. He really did not see Zhan Ziye's actions.

Only after watching her father leave did her battle mother heave a sigh of relief. She felt utterly helpless when she saw how drunk Zhan Ziye looked. He stretched out his hand and touched his head, as if he was doting on a child. He subconsciously pulled up the blanket from underneath him, gently covered it for him, and then covered the corners of the blanket. To prevent him from kicking off the quilt at night and catching a cold the next day.

"Butler, go and cook some soup for the young master. He will drink it tomorrow when he wakes up."

Not long later, the Battle Mother had the housekeeper and a few servants bring Zhan Ziye back to his room. Seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, she couldn't bear to disturb him. He led the rest out of the room. Looking at the steward, he could not help but exclaim a few words, unwilling to see his son having a splitting headache the next day.

"Yes sir!" The housekeeper agreed without a second word. As he watched her leaving, he turned his gaze back to Zhan Ziye's room. He knew that the young master was about to be targeted by the old master. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He didn't think too much about it. He turned around and went downstairs to help Zhan Ziye. Then he sat down and began to drink. He put it in the pot and prepared to bring it to Zhan Ziye's room when he woke up in the morning so that he could have a taste of it.

The next day, the sun shone through the window onto Zhan Ziye's bed, forcing his consciousness back into the cage and opening his hazy eyes. The dryness of his throat was extremely obvious. The feeling of dizziness and headache was also very uncomfortable. Looking at the sobering soup beside the bedside table, he stretched out his hand to touch it and found that it was still warm. Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then, he went back to his bed and drank the sobering soup in one gulp. He took the bowl downstairs and casually placed it in the kitchen sink. When he walked into the cafeteria to get ready for breakfast, he happened to hear his father's slightly targeted words, "You're a pig that just woke up late in the morning?"

As a result, it could be said that he was angry for the entire night. The next day, when he saw Zhan Ziye's unrepentant expression, he became even more angry, and could not help but speak out to maintain his sense of balance.

"Dad, it's not like you don't know what I belong to." Zhan Ziye sat down in a nearby chair, holding a bowl of porridge. He shook it with a spoon and took a sip, feeling baffled by his father's provocation.

This made his father, who was sitting on the seat of honor, even more unhappy. He repeatedly faced Zhan Ziye until his mother coughed lightly. Then, his father retracted his sharp image.

As he stood in the hallway changing his shoes, he happened to notice Zhan Ziye leisurely sitting on the sofa, preparing to watch TV. An unbalanced feeling once again arose in his heart, and without saying anything further, he walked up, turned off the television, and coldly said: "In a while, go to the company to take over the task. Don't let me know that you're staying at home and doing nothing!"