Chapter 46: Be a Good Companion

Seeing Meng Zexiao drinking with the mindset of drowning his sorrows, none of his friends tried to dissuade him. Knowing his temperament well, they simply accompanied him in silence.

Only after he had drunk enough to lose his aggressive edge did someone venture to ask, "Second Young Master Meng, what on earth has gotten into you today?"

Meng Zexiao glanced at him, his speech somewhat slurred as he muttered, "Have any of you ever been in love?"

Exchanging glances, the group chimed in with questions and jests:

"What? Are you drinking away your sorrows today because of a broken heart?"

"I never would have imagined that a woman capable of making the great Second Young Master Meng want to fall in love actually existed in this world—"

"On the way here just now, I glanced outside and saw the sun setting in the west, which just goes to prove that the sun this morning definitely rose in the east—"

"Second Young Master Meng, who is she? I must see which woman has the sheer audacity to play hard-to-get with you!"

"Exactly! Just say the word, Second Young Master, and we'll track her down and make her apologize to you!"

"..."

Stimulated by alcohol, the group of men chattered and debated this news, which was sensational enough to shake the entire upper crust of City B.

Meanwhile, the man at the center of it all merely swirled his glass, watching these outsiders derive endless amusement from the discussion.

Finally, Meng Zexiao snapped, "Shut the hell up, all of you! Do I look like the romantic type? What nonsense about love, who the fuck cares? There are plenty of women who adore me, Meng Zexiao! Why on earth would I waste my time on something like love?"

With that, Meng Zexiao raised his glass and drained it in a single gulp. The alcohol concentration was so high that he failed to notice the undercurrent of heartache mixed into the liquor he swallowed.

Meng Zexiao's sudden question earlier had made him seem entirely out of character, leaving everyone feeling rather uneasy.

Hearing him speak this way now, the others instantly relaxed—it seemed this playboy was still his usual self!

Psychedelic lighting pulsed under high-decibel music.

Waiters brought in round after round of alcohol to the private suite. By the time the fourth batch arrived, it was well past midnight, and Meng Zexiao had finally drunk himself under the table.

Just then, Meng Zexiao's phone rang. Song Kai, who was sitting beside him and still retained a sliver of sobriety, picked it up. In a hazy fog, Song Kai heard a woman's voice on the other end asking, "Is the Second Young Master still drinking?"

Slurring his words, Song Kai replied, "He—he's already drunk—drunk himself out cold."

"Good! I'm coming to pick him up!"

Tucking the phone back into Meng Zexiao's pocket, Song Kai chuckled mischievously. "Our Second Young Master was swearing up and down just a couple of days ago that he was going to swear off women, and—and look—how many days has it been? He's already reverting to his true nature."

"Whenever Second Young Master Meng says he's giving up women, he must only be saying it while he's drunk, just like when he asked us about being in love a moment ago—"

"Haha—"

While the inebriated men were making fools of themselves inside the private room, the door pushed open and a woman walked in.

Someone recognized her and exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this the Meng family's personal physician? What brings you here?"

Peng Nan first scanned the room to locate Meng Zexiao. Upon spotting him, she replied to the man who had spoken, "As the Meng family's personal physician, I naturally have to look out for Second Young Master Meng's health. Drinking this much alcohol is bound to take a toll on his body."

Another person chimed in with a pointed tone, "Even the most dedicated family doctor wouldn't be responsible for playing night-nurse at a nightclub in the middle of the night."

Someone else egged it on, "They always say that apart from his personal secretary, any woman around the Second Young Master is fair game—"

Aside from those who had already passed out on the sofas, the drunken men all fixed their eyes on Peng Nan's revealing attire.

Showing no trace of denial, Peng Nan wore a coy expression. "Gentlemen, please, spare me the jokes."

With that, Peng Nan turned and instructed the waiters waiting outside the door to help the completely unconscious man out and load him into her Ferrari.

Retrieving the car keys from Meng Zexiao's pocket, Peng Nan drove straight to a five-star hotel.

Upon entering the lobby, she produced Meng Zexiao's business card, and the duty manager promptly had him escorted to the presidential suite.

Lying on the spacious, comfortable bed, Meng Zexiao was still dressed in his suit, though his tie hung loosely. The top three buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing wheat-toned muscles. Though his dignified aura was gone, he looked undeniably alluring and sexy.

Peng Nan reached out to stroke Meng Zexiao's face, pressing a light kiss to his lips as she whispered, "Zexiao, we can finally be together again."

A flash of cunning crossed Peng Nan's eyes as she thought—Kong Lingxin, you really should come and see this for yourself. See how perfectly Zexiao and I fit together in our pleasure!

Just as Peng Nan reached out to unbuckle Meng Zexiao's belt, his phone inconveniently began to ring.

Cursing bitterly, Peng Nan muttered, "Damn it, who on earth would dare disturb us this late?"

Perhaps Meng Zexiao was truly too drunk; no matter how loudly the phone rang, he didn't even twitch.

Carefully retrieving the phone from his suit pocket, Peng Nan noticed that the incoming call had no caller ID. Finding this a bit peculiar, she didn't dwell on it.

The sight of the phone, however, gave Peng Nan another idea.

Eagerly, she draped herself over Meng Zexiao's body. Under Peng Nan's skilled movements, his body began to tremble slightly, and with a hazy gaze, he murmured, "Wife, I love you."

Kissing the most sensitive part of Meng Zexiao's ear, Peng Nan whispered with immense tenderness, "Xiao, I love you too."

Then, Peng Nan reached for her own phone, switched on the video recording function, and kissed him with even greater fervor.

The intoxicated Meng Zexiao truly mistook Peng Nan for Kong Lingxin, a realization that filled Peng Nan with supreme triumph.