He had some drinks, so he didn’t feel like going back late at night.
The waiter swiftly led Lu Qin to their private suite. In the front was a dining table, and in the back was a bedroom with a larger bed. The soundproofing was better than the semi-open booths he was in before, suitable for drinking together and having a meal. If someone felt tired, they could take a short nap to sober up and continue drinking after a good rest.
Lu Qin personally carried two bottles of wine and placed them on the table. Meanwhile, the serving staff entered in single file, quickly filling the table with dishes.
“Mr. Lu, all the dishes are served. Is there anything else you need?”
“Thank you, that’s enough.”
The waiter left the room, and the driver/bodyguard came in, delivering a set of fresh clothes for the next day. Afterward, he went outside to stand guard at the door.
The sound of the door opening and closing echoed, leaving Pei Rong, who was hiding in the bathroom, dumbfounded.
Just a second ago, he had received a message from an employee saying, “The customer seems quite satisfied with the wine,” yet the next second, why did Lu Qin come to this room where he was hiding?
After each guest left a suite, it was cleaned and locked. The system showed that when there were no guests checked in; the boss had the authority to enter all rooms. Perhaps no one had expected that the boss would be there at that moment.
He sat on the toilet, clearly hearing the sound of dishes moving outside. Every time the highball glass made a crisp sound as it knocked against the table, his breath tightened, fearing that Lu Qin might put down his glass and come to the bathroom.
His heart was almost pounding out of his chest.
Pei Rong took a deep breath, covering his stomach. Help, he was hungry.
Even with his eyes closed, he could imagine the dishes Lu Qin had ordered. Their tastes were similar, so it should be particularly sumptuous—big plate chicken, pot-sticker, salt and pepper spare ribs, Kung Pao eel...
Please, don’t let your stomach growl.
Fortunately, there was air freshener in the bathroom, slightly masking the aroma of the food. Pei Rong managed to hold back tears, not wanting to be weak.
Putting away his phone, Pei Rong pondered on how to get out.
Pretend there’s a fire and lure Lu Qin outside?
But he’s the owner of the estate; causing a scene like that might deter future customers.
He shifted his gaze towards under the bed; the gap was enough for him to lie down for the night.
However, the temperature difference between day and night was significant. It was fine to wear short sleeves during the day, but not covering oneself with a blanket at night on the floor would surely lead to catching a cold.
It’s okay if he got a cold himself, but if he infected Pei Dundun, that would be problematic.
The little guy hated getting shots the most. Going to the hospital was like going to war for him.
In the midst of his tangled emotions, suddenly footsteps approached from outside. Before Pei Rong could react, he came face to face with Lu Qin.
“...”
“...”
Pei Rong straightened up, subconsciously holding onto the nearby sink. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed Lu Qin staring at him with an apparent drunkenness in his eyes.
Pei Rong recalled the terrifying moments earlier when the sound of highball glasses knocking against the table startled him to death. If each sound represented a glass, Lu Qin had consumed quite a few, it seemed.
It was known that Lu Qin didn’t have an ironclad tolerance for alcohol.
Pei Rong, looking more dignified, stepped aside and said, “President Lu, please.”
After speaking, he darted out, only to have his arm caught as expected.
“Pei Rong,” Lu Qin’s voice was hoarse.
Pei Rong took a breath; he wasn’t completely drunk.
He turned Lu Qin around, pushing him toward the toilet, saying, “Handle what you came here to do first.”
Lu Qin, being pushed, didn’t resist. Pei Rong confirmed he was about five parts drunk.
“Uncomfortable,” Lu Qin lowered his voice, sounding a bit aggrieved, “Withdrawal symptoms are uncomfortable.”
Pei Rong’s fingertips trembled, and his gaze wandered aimlessly.
Two years ago, Lu Qin, like a wild beast, wouldn’t directly admit to feeling uncomfortable.
He still remembered the absurd ‘medical’ treatment Lu Qin insisted from two years ago, which instead made him feel a little sorry for the other.
Perhaps, maybe... Lu Qin was serious about treatment back then?
If he’s impotent now, Pei Rong indeed had to take responsibility.
Pei Rong pursed his lips; his skin displayed a stunning color under the warm light of the bathroom, breathtakingly beautiful at any moment.
“I—”
Lu Qin grabbed Pei Rong’s hand. “Help me.”
Pei Rong: “...”
So you couldn’t pee because you were hard, huh?
Wasn’t he supposed to be impotent? Yet that thing was still so vigorous... Pei Rong’s ears turned red as he helped him undo his pants.
***
Half an hour later, Pei Rong announced that it was impossible for Lu Qin to be impotent.
He had misunderstood the situation.
Coming out of the bathroom, Lu Qin pressed him onto the bed.
Pei Rong wanted to press Lu Qin’s head under the faucet to sober him up, yet he also feared him becoming too clear-headed.
With aching arms held high, he coaxed, “I’m hungry, really hungry, President Lu. Let me eat something.”
Lu Qin slowly let him go, touched his stomach to confirm his hunger.
“Not round anymore,” Lu Qin compared.
Pei Rong: “...”
It seemed that before leaving, Lu Qin had indeed felt his stomach and even remembered it until now.
Should he be grateful that Lu Qin didn’t think about pregnancy?
Pei Rong kindly said, “Yes, let me eat something.”
Lu Qin thought for a moment and agreed.
With one hand, Beauty Pei picked up Lu Qin’s chopsticks and tearfully picked up a piece of pot-sticker. (T/N: A pot sticker is a type of filled dough dumpling that is typically pan-fried, resulting in a crispy bottom and a soft, steamed top.)
Ah, actually, they really didn’t provide any illegal services other than meals here.
