Chapter 172: Your Social Circle is a Mess (2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Tianya smiled coyly as she picked up the pink cocktail on the table. “What’s this cocktail called?”

“Sweetheart,” The waiter answered, his eyes locked onto the hand that Ling Tianya was using to grip the glass.

Ling Tianya’s hand gradually raised, bringing the cup to her lips. With a slight part, the drink slithered into her mouth easily, her mouth instantly filled with a wisp of sweetness. “Not bad. It’s sweet, and not too alcoholic. Suitable for young ladies that don’t quite know how to drink, but not exactly what I like.”

Usually, cocktails labeled for ladies didn’t have a high alcohol content, and were commonly sweet and sour, easy to consume, and not easy to get drunk on.

Even though Ling Tianya preferred sweet and sour flavors in food, it didn’t carry over to her preferred taste in drinks. The sweet taste made her feel that the alcohol wasn’t pure. Besides, when it came to drinks, she preferred something with high alcohol content.

Seeing Ling Tianya down the drink, the staff member clearly relaxed, leaving with a polite smile on his face.

It was getting late, and the number of people in the lobby’s bar started to decrease as well. Ling Tianya suddenly felt a little sleepy and dizzy. It was starting to get a little hard to catch her breath. With how uncomfortable she felt, she decided to pay the bill and leave.

Before her, a lady decked from head to toe in luxury products passed by, her makeup glamorous and her outfit scandalous.

Ling Tianya’s head was starting to spin, her steps wobbly; it was only a matter of time before she stumbled. The woman was quick to respond, and she reached out to support Ling Tianya. “Are you alright?”

Looking at the woman, Ling Tianya felt that she looked beautiful, her poise elegant, seemingly someone from a rich family. She nodded her head. “I’m alright, thank you.”

Finishing, Ling Tianya forced herself to stumble carefully to the lifts.

When she reached the fifteenth floor, Ling Tianya’s vision began to blur as she stepped out of the lift. She tried to speed up, tried to look for her room, number 1515, using her trembling and weak hands to fish out her room key in order to open it.

Her vision was like she was on a rollercoaster, spinning at top speed. Just as she stepped into the room, even before she could close the door, her body crumpled and collapsed, her eyes trembling as she fought to keep them open. It felt like her eyelids were weighted down by one-ton weights, heavy enough to crush her completely.

Her brain had started to toe the line between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Suddenly, she felt herself getting lighter in one swoop, but she couldn’t understand whether it was her consciousness that had flown away or her physical body. She felt as though she was airborne, and a breeze of cooling air passed through her from time to time. That gave Ling Tianya, who was sweating and dizzy, a reprieve. She was unconsciously trying to shift towards the chilly feeling. She squirmed as much as she could, her hands grabbing without much control.

Finally, she seemed to have hugged onto a gigantic ice cube, and all Ling Tianya could think of doing was to grab onto it, to lick it and bite it as much as she could, but the more she did that, the thirstier she got.

“Isn’t ice supposed to be wet? Why is it so dry? And elastic?”

It felt weird, so she wanted to push the ice away in her displeasure.

“Zhang Ke… Get me another block of ice…” Ling Tianya mumbled, her consciousness blacking out right at that moment, her entire self plunged into darkness.

Early morning the next day, a huge commotion was brewing right in the lobby.

All the staff could see was a plump lady storming in infuriated, with an impressive size group following behind her. Both men and women were in the group, and some of them were holding cameras and video recorders.

The woman was the woman that had been playing Mahjong with Zhang Li.

The lady turned back, angrily glaring at Zhang Li who was in the crowd. “You’re sure it was my shameless husband that came running here to find women?!”

Zhang Li nodded. “I heard it from others too, that they saw a middle-aged man that looked like your Mr. Wang, not too tall, not much hair, a little tan…”

“That’s him! Shameless man, eating my food, spending my money, and now he’s using it for prostitutes?! See if I tear him apart!” The lady’s rage exploded like a volcano, “Where’s the woman’s room?”

Zhang Li’s eyebrow twitched. “I think it’s 1515.”

The plump lady turned to address the group of people that came with her, her tone harsh and rough, “When we enter the room, take as many photos as you like, don’t hold back!”

Finishing, the lady brought the entire group to storm into the room 1515.

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