Chapter 758: Chapter 271: The Ice Beauty’s Image Shattered
On the contrary, my friendship with Yan Qiuwen might actually be an influencing factor for her.
At least, I could occasionally have a chat with this genius, making her think I’m somewhat interesting.
Thus, Su Zelin felt he had to compete somehow.
Under Zelin’s gaze, Yan Qiuwen was about to speak when suddenly a rush of heat surged to her head, her delicate body swayed, and she rubbed her head: "I...I’m a bit dizzy."
He couldn’t help but be surprised.
He was a regular at drinking sessions and instantly understood that Yan Qiuwen’s state was a sign of intoxication.
Impossible, she was fine just a moment ago, how could she get drunk so suddenly?
The important discussion hadn’t even been settled yet.
"We’ll talk some other day, I have to go home now."
Yan Qiuwen stood up but walked unsteadily, as if she was treading on clouds.
Su Zelin saw her like this and knew she couldn’t hold on for long.
It was her first time drinking, and being a beautiful girl, Zelin naturally couldn’t help but worry.
He followed up right away: "Let me take you home."
"Mm."
Yan Qiuwen didn’t refuse; she knew she was in a bad state now.
But she felt very assured with Su Zelin.
Zelin might be a rascal, but he definitely wasn’t the type to take advantage of others.
If a girl really wanted to throw herself at him under the influence, he might not even accept.
They left the KTV together and hailed a taxi downstairs.
Even though drunk driving wasn’t strictly monitored in this era, for safety’s sake, Su Zelin was used to not driving after drinking, always opting for a cab for group outings.
Sitting in the back seat, Yan Qiuwen closed her eyes to rest.
Su Zelin took the chance to message Song Yuwei: "Qiuwen can’t handle her liquor, so I’m taking her home first. I might not come over later. You should get back earlier too, don’t stay out too late."
It wasn’t long before Song Yuwei replied: "Got it, BOSS. You take good care of Qiuwen first."
After reading the message and putting the phone away, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and it was Yan Qiuwen’s head leaning against him.
At this moment, the gifted girl felt as if her head was filled with lead, drowsy, and
just as he had anticipated, she was indeed completely drunk, unable to stay awake.
Su Zelin had underestimated her alcohol tolerance, not expecting it to be even lower than he imagined.
In fact, she hadn’t drunk much, barely three cans of beer in total, yet who knew her sensitivity to alcohol was like this.
Su Zelin had already opened the rear window for ventilation, otherwise it would be too stuffy and smelly in the taxi, and Yan Qiuwen might end up vomiting.
A breeze blew in, carrying a few strands of hair tickling Zelin’s neck.
A subtle, elusive fragrance wafted in, reminiscent of a snow lotus on an iceberg—fresh and delicate. This was Yan Qiuwen’s scent, reserved and only discernible at close range, yet quite pleasant, even alcohol couldn’t mask it.
In his previous life, Su Zelin had been with quite a few women, but this kind of fragrance was something he discovered only for the first time, quite unique.
Perhaps it was due to Yan Qiuwen’s discipline, never indulging in junk food, which kept her body so pure, resulting in such a clean fragrance.
Other girls, on the other hand, weren’t raised with such strict rules, so at some point, they’d eat such things.
However, precisely because her body was so pure, her immunity was lower than normal—even a small intake of harmful substances like alcohol would provoke a strong reaction.
No matter how healthy and well-regulated Yan Qiuwen’s diet and routine were, she’d still catch a cold occasionally, especially in spring—Su Zelin had noticed her getting colds several times these past months, which explained a lot.
Sometimes, being overly strict about one’s diet isn’t necessarily a good thing; occasionally, the body needs exposure to toxins to build resistance. Excessive strictness is counterproductive.
Inhaling the snow lotus-like fragrance, Zelin’s mind wandered, eyes drifting to the scenery outside to divert attention.
The taxi suddenly made a sharp turn, causing Yan Qiuwen’s head to tilt under inertia, losing its support and falling onto Zelin’s lap.
But she didn’t get up because the brilliant girl was in a daze, mistaking Zelin’s lap for a pillow.
The situation came so suddenly that Su Zelin could feel her warm breath, his heartbeat accelerating.
Before this, he hadn’t had any thoughts about Yan Qiuwen.
She might just be even less of a player than Qin Shiqing, a girl too smart to be easily fooled or tricked—she saw through everything instantly, so don’t even try.
But in such circumstances, it’s hard not to have even a bit of thought. Otherwise, you’d be like a saint.
The idea of conquering an intelligent woman, one who’s both beautiful and elegant, surely brings a sense of accomplishment.
His mind kept wandering until the taxi stopped; unknowingly, they had arrived at the lakeside courtyard.
Su Zelin paid the fare, nudging the still sprawled girl on his lap.
"Qiuwen, wake up, you’re home."
"Don’t make a fuss, let me sleep a while."
Yan Qiuwen mumbled absentmindedly, not only did she not get up, she even adjusted her posture for a more comfortable rest.
"Sorry, sir, my friend drank too much."
Su Zelin could only give the cab driver an apologetic smile.
"No worries."
The driver was quite accommodating, especially since Su Zelin paid generously without bothering for change—it made him more patient.
In fact, the driver wanted to remind Zelin.
He’d seen many girls like this. Over ninety percent weren’t really drunk but faking it to avoid going home, giving the man a chance. If you insisted on sending her back, you’re really a straightforward guy, not understanding women’s intentions at all.