Stand-in Exit, Tycoon Boss Anxious Crazy-Chapter 72 – Did you drink?
After Xiang-Nuan sent a New Year's greeting message to Shen Yanshi, she didn't receive a reply.
The crew started pulling her into playing some games, and then she was pushed onto the stage to perform. In the end, she had no choice but to stammer through a rendition of "Happy New Year."
The last time Xiang-Nuan was forced to perform during New Year was back in elementary school. She never thought that at twenty-four, she still couldn't escape such a fate.
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Amidst the teasing cheers from everyone, Xiang-Nuan blushed furiously and hurriedly escaped from the stage.
"Nuan-Nuan, that was great! You sang so well," Lee-Zheng led the applause.
"Encore!" everyone clamored.
Xiang-Nuan waved her hands frantically, "No, no, no, let Jialin and the others go."
Just as the commotion was at its peak, her phone rang.
Feeling like she had been granted a pardon, she didn't even look at the caller's name before grabbing her phone and standing up, "I'll take this call."
She walked to a quieter spot and answered, "Hello?"
There was silence on the other end.
"Hello?"
A deep voice came through, "Come outside."
"Huh?" She might have had a bit too much to drink, her reaction was sluggish.
He seemed to chuckle, "I'm outside the restaurant."
Xiang-Nuan instantly sobered up, her eyes widening, "You're in Zhou Mountain?!"
"Yes."
"I'll be right out."
Xiang-Nuan hung up and hurriedly ran outside.
Shen Yanshi, dressed in a black coat, was leaning against his car. Just as he hung up, a news notification popped up.
"Xiang-Nuan sings 'Happy New Year' on set."
He clicked on it, and it was a short video.
Xiang-Nuan, wrapped in a bulky white down jacket like a penguin, with a thick red scarf around her neck, stood nervously on stage holding a microphone, stammering through:
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, wishing everyone a Happy New Year. We sing, we dance, wishing everyone a Happy New Year~"
Whether from nerves or the cold, her face was bright red.
He couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing hurried footsteps approaching, he looked up and saw that little penguin running towards him.
Xiang-Nuan jogged over, panting as she stopped in front of him, "Why are you here?"
Her face was even redder than before, like a ripe fruit. She tugged at the red scarf covering her mouth and nose, breathing heavily.
He stared at her lips, his throat tightening.
"Did my dad give you trouble?" Xiang-Nuan quickly asked.
He noticed the unusual redness on her face, "Did you drink?"
Xiang-Nuan was taken aback, touching her face and realizing it was burning hot.
"I had a little."
His eyes darkened slightly, "You shouldn't drink if you can't handle it."
"It's New Year, everyone drinks. I didn't want to spoil the fun."
Xiang-Nuan suddenly realized she was getting sidetracked and quickly asked him again, "Did my dad come to you?"
For him to drive all the way from Peking City to Zhou Mountain during the New Year, it had to be something urgent.
And the only thing Xiang-Nuan could think of was this.
Shen Yanshi gave a perfunctory response, "Yes."
"What did he want? More money? You didn't give it to him again, did you?!"
Shen Yanshi glanced around and saw a small convenience store.
He walked towards it, and Xiang-Nuan had no choice but to follow.
The tiny convenience store was so small that the owner's family was upstairs having a reunion dinner, leaving no one to watch the store.
Shen Yanshi grabbed a bottle of hot milk and handed it to Xiang-Nuan, "Drink this, it'll help with the alcohol."
Xiang-Nuan mumbled, "I'm not drunk."
"Don't drink again. You know you can't handle it. Look at your face."
"What's wrong with my face?"
Xiang-Nuan touched her flushed cheeks, looking at him with innocent and confused eyes.
He pressed his lips together, sometimes she really didn't know how attractive she was.
Xiang-Nuan belatedly remembered, feeling annoyed, "I always get flushed when I drink."
The owner came downstairs with a bowl in hand and asked them, "Do you need to buy anything?"
"A bottle of milk," Shen Yanshi's gaze suddenly swept over the boxes of fireworks at the entrance, "and a few boxes of fireworks."
