Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1084: A Bellyful of Liquor Makes One Bold

Gu Anxi was drinking water, nearly spitting it out at the words: "Uncle, you even know about rising signs."

Wang Kefu said gleefully, "I’ve done a little research."

He eagerly added, "For Dr. Lu’s rising sign after thirty, it seems suitable to find someone gentle and considerate."

Lu Heng found his demeanor quite disgusting, but still wore an expression as pleasant as a spring breeze: "Why do you say that?"

Wang Kefu then asked about Song Jia’s. Although Song Jia also found him quite annoying, she thought it was worth disgusting Lu Heng and thus answered. After hearing it, Wang Kefu exclaimed, "This is absolutely impossible; they are two opposing rising signs."

Gu Anxi held back her laughter: "Then, Uncle, why don’t you see if there’s any suitable girl here?"

It turned out that no one was suitable, and Wang Kefu summarized, "It seems Dr. Lu’s romantic luck blooms late, or maybe he’ll take an unusual path."

That topic couldn’t go any further; any more would be inappropriate. Lin Yuan, being older and unlike Gu Anxi, wasn’t fooling around, so he changed the subject... Wang Kefu felt it was a pity, having calculated so much but not even suggesting himself?

Not only did he curse internally, but most people present felt the same, like Song Jia and Chen Ming, who didn’t expect to meet in the evening under such circumstances.

Song Jia looked particularly radiant tonight. Apart from Qin Siyuan, several investors found her interesting. However, the award-winning actress was somewhat aloof, with a strong background, and no one dared to approach her coldly.

Song Jia, in a bad mood, wanted to drink but Gu Anxi took the glass from her, giving her a sidelong glance: "Your foot’s injured, and you still want to drink?"

"None of your business," Song Jia replied coldly.

Gu Anxi smiled: "I am making it my business. By the way, don’t think being a few years older than me makes you the second in charge. I’ve been Zhou Yunchen’s sister longer, so you rank third and must be managed by me."

Song Jia glared at her.

Gu Anxi, unperturbed, gently said, "If one doesn’t cherish oneself, who will cherish you?"

The simple words made Song Jia’s nose sting, and her eyes felt hot. Yet, being used to aloofness, she just silently put the wine glass aside.

Only then was Gu Anxi satisfied. After reprimanding her, she chatted with Lin Yuan, and a few young actors who knew Lin Yuan’s status gathered around, chatting sweetly, and even complimenting Gu Anxi, as everyone knew her status.

Gu Anxi was quite respectful to them, occasionally sipping a little wine. Chen Ming worriedly asked, "Can your body handle alcohol?"

Gu Anxi didn’t seem too concerned: "A little bit is fine. Besides, the wine is warm."

Seeing her expression normal, Chen Ming felt relieved, while Wang Kefu was itching internally. The beauty was there, but aloof and noble, so he couldn’t get close. He could only start with Anxi.

In this kind of atmosphere, drinking was necessary, and with a drink, everything became easier.

Thus, Uncle Wang dragged Gu Anxi along, persistently persuading her to drink. Gu Anxi sipped lightly while he downed a lot himself, becoming slightly unruly, his grip quite strong.

At this moment, a female actor sang a famous song with a certain charm, eliciting cheers from the entire room. After several drinks, Wang Kefu gazed dreamily, holding the actress’s hand, incessantly praising before stumbling toward Lu Heng and grabbing his hand.

Suddenly, the room went silent.

Everyone awaited Lu Heng’s reaction. Given Lu Heng’s status, President Wang’s behavior was deeply inappropriate and disrespectful.

Gu Anxi chuckled softly, and Chen Ming leaned closer to ask, "Is there going to be a problem?"

Gu Anxi gave him a sidelong glance: "What problem? He’s drunk, but Lu Heng isn’t."

Chen Ming felt slightly reassured, looked back, and saw Lu Heng had not withdrawn his hand but was smirking slightly at Wang Kefu: "President Wang, have you had too much to drink?"

Wang Kefu, overwhelmed with emotion, his gaze more unfocused: "Very much awake, very much awake. Dr. Lu, you mustn’t know, but I felt immediate familiarity when meeting you, like the refined scholar described in books, forced by circumstances to be a performer, stunning everyone once on stage."

The remark was too much, leaving everyone speechless.

But Wang Kefu, still not sober from the yellow wine, persisted: "Dr. Lu, if you’re willing to perform, I’ll pay any amount, even exhaust my wealth, just to hear you sing a tune."

Lu Heng chuckled lightly, slowly withdrawing his hand. His distinct fingers held the glass as he sipped softly, his phoenix eyes glancing askew: "President Wang is truly enamored with opera."

"Very much so," Wang Kefu, his eyes and heart swaying, wished to get closer, but with Lu Heng’s status, it was impossible. He just held a glass, sipping it, his lips shining attractively, even more alluring.

Wang Kefu’s eyes seemed glued to him, eagerly suggesting, "How about we gather a little later?"

Thinking Lu Heng would outright refuse, unexpected he agreed, even asking Wang Kefu to arrange a place. In the end, Lu Heng said calmly, "It’s best if it’s a quiet place."

Wang Kefu was incredibly excited: ’Naturally, naturally.’

Gu Anxi, with sharp ears, vaguely heard this and smiled lightly—

Then sighed: Tonight, uncle will be flayed even if not dead.

She didn’t say anything, still smiling brightly.

The party remained lively until dawn. Gu Anxi prepared to leave first. Originally, Chen Ming was going to take her, but Gu Anxi turned around: "Uncle Lin needs to discuss something with Dad Bo, I’ll go with him. You can give Song Jia a ride, it’s on the way anyway."

Chen Ming wasn’t someone to haggle, thought for a moment, then nodded: "That’s fine."

He looked at Song Jia: "I’ll drive you."

Song Jia stood in the night, with her phone in hand: "I’ll have my assistant come pick me up."

Chen Ming snatched her phone: "It’s so late, having a young girl come pick you up is unsafe and you’ll have to wait."

He added: "It’s on my way, too."

Song Jia didn’t argue, "Alright, thank you."

She was polite yet distant, but Chen Ming didn’t mind, opening the car door and helping her in first, then walking around to the other side to get in. At this time, Song Jia asked: "Is this Gu Anxi’s car?"

Chen Ming fastened his seatbelt and replied with a hum: "Yes, she took Lin Yuan’s car, so I’m driving hers."

Song Jia snorted: "You two are really close."

Chen Ming smiled: "Just good friends, since Anxi doesn’t overthink it, why should I? Besides, to her, us guys are asexual, only Professor Bo has a gender."

Song Jia eyed him skeptically, then commented: "At least you have self-awareness."

Chen Ming chuckled softly, continuing to drive without speaking further. He didn’t explain about booking a separate room or his breakup with Zhou Su, which in his mind were unrelated. Just because things didn’t work out with Zhou Su didn’t mean it had anything to do with Song Jia.

After finishing everything, Chen Ming sat in his room, having taken off his shirt, leaving only a white tank top, showing his fit physique. After a while, he took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, leaning against the chair, smoking leisurely. After about two cigarettes, there was a knock at the door. He frowned slightly, walked to the door, and opened it.

At the door stood Zhou Su.

Chen Ming paused, then quietly looked at her. She didn’t speak, and they just stared at each other for a very long time until Zhou Su finally spoke: "Did you meet Song Jia?"

Chen Ming frowned slightly, then said coolly: "Yes, attended a gathering."

Zhou Su’s expression didn’t look good. Chen Ming didn’t explain further, but softly said: "Zhou Su, we’re not a good match. If you’re always guessing who I’m with and what I’m thinking, you’ll only tire yourself."

He suddenly made a decision: Anxi was right. If he kept being ambiguous with her and continued to take care of her, she’d remain hopeful. Better to cut it off cleanly, so he said, "I won’t be staying here tonight, I’ll check out soon. If life is too inconvenient for you, you can ask your mother to stay with you."

With that, he stepped back, bowed slightly, "Sorry for wasting your time."

Finished speaking, he turned, grabbed his shirt, shouldered it, extinguished the cigarette, and walked past Zhou Su with another apology. By then, he realized this girl hadn’t hurt her foot at all, just used it as an excuse to delay him.

Although he wasn’t angry, there was no need to spoil her anymore.

As he walked further, Zhou Su suddenly turned on her heels, yelling towards his direction: "Chen Ming, these are just excuses. If you didn’t meet her here, none of this would be a problem. You like her, you can’t let go, so you’re deceiving yourself and me—I despise you."

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, but he was unmoved.

Zhou Su slowly sat down, collapsing onto the cold ground.

It wasn’t easy for Chen Ming either. Upon entering the elevator, he wiped his face. He originally intended to enter marriage with this girl. If she hadn’t come to Jiangcheng or waited for him to return, they’d marry after spending some time together.

He was a very simple and earnest person. The complicated thoughts of a young girl were too much for him, yet a voice inside told him otherwise—he was being hypocritical. He wasn’t like this with Song Jia, no matter how troublesome or contradictory she was, he found her cute, not annoying at all. And he’d never leave her crying behind.

Chen Ming hit the elevator panel in frustration, exhaling heavily: "I’m such a bastard."