When the Heartthrob Meets the Cold-Hearted Ex - Chapter 20.3

Thankfully, no one passed by the top floor at that moment, or Tang Yeran would’ve howled about her pristine reputation being ruined.

Seizing the opportunity while Su Yang wasn’t resisting, she swiftly retrieved the keycard from her pocket and opened the door.

Tang Yeran inserted the card into the sensor by the entrance, dragging Su Yang inside.

The hotel’s deluxe single room was clean and spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a view of the distant river scenery.

However, Tang Yeran was in no mood for leisure at the moment. All she wanted was to quickly settle this drunkard and then return next door to get a good night’s sleep.

One thing Su Yang had over other drunks was that she could walk steadily on her own no fuss, no noise, no vomiting. It was rare to find someone with such decent drinking manners.

But when it came to being a handful, she was just as troublesome as the rest.

For instance, at this moment, Tang Yeran wanted to pull her to the bed to rest, but as they reached the bedside, they ended up locked in a stubborn arm-wrestling match instead.

Su Yang had a background in martial arts and was naturally much stronger than most people. Now, emboldened by alcohol, she was as stubborn as an ox, and Tang Yeran was no match for her.

Five seconds later, Tang Yeran gave up on the contest of strength and snapped irritably, “What’s wrong with you now?”

Su Yang lifted her sleeve and sniffed it cautiously before pouting pitifully. “It stinks.”

Tang Yeran’s mind screamed in frustration: Are you actually drunk or not? How can you still be this picky right now?!

Though internally she was running through a mental herd of alpacas, outwardly she maintained a gentle expression, adopting the tone one might use to coax a kindergarten child softer and more patient than usual.

“What stinks? It’s just a little alcohol, and it’s fruity too. Smell it again, it’s actually nice.”

Obediently, Su Yang lifted her sleeve once more, this time sniffing more carefully. After a long pause, she stubbornly shook her head again.

Tang Yeran: “…”

Fine. A good woman doesn’t argue with a drunk.

In the end, she had to guide Su Yang to the sofa instead. This time, the woman cooperated, sitting down obediently.

After all the fuss, Tang Yeran was already sweating profusely. She grabbed the hotel-provided mineral water and gulped down half the bottle in one go.

Throughout this, Su Yang sat primly with her hands on her knees, watching her intently so much so that Tang Yeran actually felt a little unnerved.

She casually picked up another bottle of water, even thoughtfully unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the drunk woman. “Drink.”

Su Yang took the bottle, tilted her head back, and downed it in one go. Before long, the bottle was nearly empty.

At first, Tang Yeran thought she was genuinely thirsty until she noticed tears welling up in Su Yang’s eyes and realized she might have misunderstood the earlier instruction.

“If you can’t drink anymore, then don’t force it,” Tang Yeran said, reaching to take the bottle back. But Su Yang’s tears only flowed harder, and soon she was crying in earnest.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Yeran hastily returned the water bottle and handed her a pack of tissues, feeling both helpless and exasperated. This was her first time dealing with a drunk, and it was proving to be a headache.

If this drunk hadn’t looked so utterly pitiful, she would’ve left her to her own devices long ago.

Despite her tears, Su Yang maintained an air of elegance, dabbing at her eyes delicately and sniffling softly.

She looked genuinely heartbroken, yet her makeup remained flawless. She even had the presence of mind to crumple the used tissues into neat little balls and toss them accurately into the trash bin.

Tang Yeran couldn’t help but wonder just how much of Su Yang’s sobriety remained.

Once Su Yang’s tears finally subsided, Tang Yeran waved a hand in front of her face. “Who am I?”

Su Yang looked up at her, her expression sorrowful. “A meanie.”

Tang Yeran: “!”

That’s how you see me?!

Before Tang Yeran could explode, Su Yang tearfully launched into her grievances.

“You are a meanie! Flirting with other people and then abandoning me all alone in that huge park! You have no conscience!”

Flirting?!

Tang Yeran recalled the unpleasantness from earlier that day and had the strong urge to grab Su Yang by the ear and yell: Even if you’re drunk, if you keep misusing words like this, I swear I’ll lose it!

And unless my memory’s failing me, weren’t you the one who walked away first?!

But she held back. She wanted to hear what other outrageous claims this drunk would come up with.

Su Yang, as if recalling another painful memory, began shedding fresh tears.

“You even gave me those awful skewers to eat, so spicy and salty, really disgusting. I drank several bottles of water, but the taste still wouldn’t go away.”

Those weren’t water, they were cocktails.

Tang Yeran silently grumbled to herself, belatedly feeling a twinge of guilt.

So, if that was the case, did she bear some responsibility for Su Yang being this drunk right now?

Not that she’d intentionally made the skewers taste so bad, but since they were already cooked, it would’ve been a waste not to eat them.

Besides, wasn’t she just being considerate, worried that President Su might go hungry?

The guilt came and went in an instant. In just three seconds, Tang Yeran had rationalized all her actions.

Still, looking at Su Yang, who was now crying like a child, even without the guilt, she couldn’t just leave her like this.

The best way to deal with a drunk was to humor them.

Tang Yeran pulled out a tissue and gently wiped Su Yang’s tears while coaxing her softly.

“It’s my fault. I won’t ‘flirt’ with others in the future, won’t leave you alone, and definitely won’t give you such terrible skewers to eat again.”

Halfway through wiping her tears, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Su Yang, eyes red and sniffling, said, “You can’t wipe like that, it’ll smudge my makeup.”

Tang Yeran: “…”

President Su, you’re drunk out of your mind, and yet your idol image is still a priority?

Annoyed, Tang Yeran tossed the entire pack of tissues into Su Yang’s lap. “Wipe them yourself.”

Su Yang took the tissues and, while meticulously demonstrating the correct way to wipe tears without ruining makeup, cautiously asked,

“Were you serious about what you just said?”

“As serious as pearls are real,” Tang Yeran promised earnestly, though inwardly thinking, Who takes a drunk’s words seriously? She’ll forget everything when she sobers up anyway.

“So stop crying and rest, okay?”

Su Yang stared at Tang Yeran intently, as if deep in thought.

Tang Yeran had no idea what was going through this drunk’s mind right now, she just wanted her to settle down quickly.

Three seconds later, Su Yang pulled out her phone from her pocket and said seriously,

“Then say it all again. I’ll record it, so you can’t go back on your word later.”

Tang Yeran: !

President Su, you’re still drunk can you not be so meticulous?!

Recording was absolutely out of the question*. If real evidence was left behind, Tang Yeran would never be able to talk her way out of it.

So, she had to divert Su Yang’s attention using the thing she cared about most.

She grabbed one of Su Yang’s arms and pretended to sniff it.

“I didn’t notice before, but now I realize you do smell a bit. Why don’t you go take a shower first? I’ll record the audio outside.”

Originally, she had planned to let Su Yang crash on the sofa for the night.

But now, seeing how this drunk could complain, fuss over her appearance, and even demand recordings, surely she could handle taking a shower alone, right?

As it turned out, whether sober or drunk, Su Yang’s cleanliness obsession was bone-deep.

The moment she heard she smelled, she sprang up from the sofa like a coiled spring and “floated” straight into the bathroom.

It all happened so fast that Tang Yeran’s heart skipped a beat, but seeing how steady her steps were, she relaxed slightly.

Glancing at the luggage bag propped on the sofa, she figured the hotel bathroom probably provided robes.

Not wanting to rummage through Su Yang’s bag, she went next door to grab a spare pair of her own disposable underwear and placed it on the chair outside the bathroom door.

After finishing everything, she had originally planned to go back and rest early.

But her sense of responsibility compelled her to sit on the sofa, listening for any movement from the bathroom.

As long as this drunk could manage to shower safely on her own, she would leave immediately not a second longer.

The sound of running water in the bathroom had stopped, followed by a rustling noise.

Tang Yeran had already tiptoed closer to the apartment door, ready to open it the moment Su Yang stepped out.

But after waiting several minutes, there was still no sound of the door opening.

Puzzled, Tang Yeran hesitated for two seconds before inching a couple steps closer to the bathroom.

Before she could reach the door, however, there was a loud thud, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.

“Su Yang!”

Tang Yeran rushed forward and knocked, but there was no response.

Her heart raced in panic, and she quickly grabbed the doorknob.

The bathroom door wasn’t locked. Pushing it open, she saw through the mist Su Yang’s silhouette leaning against the sink with one hand, her bathrobe slipping off one shoulder.

Tang Yeran carried a chair from the doorway inside and placed a fresh pair of underwear in the center of the cabinet. “Sit.”

Su Yang obediently sat down with her back to Tang Yeran, allowing her to adjust the collar of the robe from behind as she asked with concern,

“Did you fall?”

Su Yang shook her head.

Only after confirming that Su Yang was properly dressed did Tang Yeran step in front of her.

Without her usual makeup, that typically dignified face looked a few years younger than usual.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was her eyes weren’t red this time, so she probably hadn’t actually fallen.

Tang Yeran glanced around the bathroom, picking up the scattered bottles and jars from the floor and placing them back on the shelf.

When she finished and looked at Su Yang again, the other woman was staring right back at her.

Her gaze seemed almost aggrieved?

Tang Yeran felt an inexplicable pang of guilt under that look.

Letting a drunk shower alone only she could come up with something like that.

But faced with Su Yang’s fastidious and meticulous behavior when drunk, she really hadn’t had any other choice.

Thankfully, nothing serious had happened this time. Otherwise, she truly would have been at fault.

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