Chapter 31: Drunk
Shen Shuyi saw that Zhao Yuheng didn’t answer and tightened his arms around his neck.
In his heart, he had already made up his mind—no matter what, even if this Zhao Yuheng wanted to throw him off, he wouldn’t be able to.
“What are you not saying anything for?” Shen Shuyi complained.
“Nothing, just thinking,” Zhao Yuheng lowered his gaze at him. “Stick your tongue out and lick your lips.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
He didn’t understand, but still did as told.
His wet, soft tongue licked the slightly plump lower lip.
“And then?”
“Then… did it poison you?”
Shen Shuyi: “……”
Damn it.
What a dog of a man.
All that trouble just to sarcastically say that his mouth is poisonous.
You lick your own mouth, and it could poison yourself, okay?
“Anyway, I don’t care. I’m drunk, I don’t want to walk.”
“Suit yourself. If you’re not afraid of embarrassment, you can just cling to me.”
Hearing this, Shen Shuyi quickly buried his face in Zhao Yuheng’s chest.
It was as if hiding his face would make others unrecognizable—classic ostrich logic.
He really seemed drunk.
Normally, with his pride, even asking him to do something so childish and clingy like being held would be impossible. (Shen Shuyi was just being stubborn, not acting cute—this was Zhao Yuheng’s own perception.)
Shen Shuyi felt almost weightless in his arms, like holding a feather. His movements were light, and even his heart seemed lighter.
Zhao Yuheng had to be careful with every step, but his mind was floating, and an unusually crazy thought crossed him.
Actually, holding Shen Shuyi like this, walking down this dimly lit road forever… why not?
The thought startled him—he was surprised at himself.
He was acting strangely.
Shen Shuyi was drunk—had the drunkenness somehow infected him too?
“You’re holding me too tightly.”
Shen Shuyi quietly protested in his arms.
Zhao Yuheng came back to his senses. When he was lost in thought just now, he didn’t realize he had tightened his arms more and more, almost choking Shen Shuyi.
He quickly loosened his grip. “If it’s uncomfortable, you can get down and walk yourself.”
Shen Shuyi paused for two seconds, then sighed: “Sigh. I’ll bear with it.”
Zhao Yuheng laughed at his tone.
He had been doing all the heavy lifting, and yet Shen Shuyi’s words made it feel like he was getting all the benefits.
“Lazy,” Zhao Yuheng said coolly.
“Zzzzz…” Already asleep, do not disturb.
When they reached a slightly more populated area, Shen Shuyi’s rationality recovered about twenty percent.
He swung his legs as if wanting to get down. “Put me down.”
Zhao Yuheng raised an eyebrow but didn’t move. Shen Shuyi struggled fiercely in his arms, so Zhao Yuheng finally let go.
“Done struggling?”
Shen Shuyi landed on his feet, and before Zhao Yuheng could react, he jumped onto his back. Zhao Yuheng quickly supported his thighs; the effort made his thumbs sink slightly into the soft flesh, forming a suggestive curve.
Zhao Yuheng stood firm, only swaying lightly.
Seeing how solid and strong he was, Shen Shuyi moved a bit more, finally settling comfortably on Zhao Yuheng’s back.
“Don’t hold me, carry me.”
“What’s the difference?” Zhao Yuheng turned his head, palms steady, holding him firmly.
“Feels more appealing for a man to be princess-carried,” Shen Shuyi explained seriously, muttering: “Carried on your back seems more normal.”
Zhao Yuheng patiently suggested, “You can just get down and walk.”
“I don’t want to!”
Shen Shuyi suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck.
Zhao Yuheng, unprepared, almost fell backward.
Once stable, he puffed, “Ancestor.”
Shen Shuyi climbed back onto his back, his body emitting a faint jasmine scent that wove a sweet mist around him.
Mixed with the cold night air, it smelled inexplicably clean and pleasant.
Shen Shuyi was clearly drunk; the few drinks he had taken were starting to hit.
“Zhao Yuheng, turn left.”
Zhao Yuheng: …
“Hurry up!”
“I’m a person, not a car.”
“Oh…” Shen Shuyi responded slowly, lightly kicking Zhao Yuheng’s thigh with his right foot. “I pressed the accelerator. Speed up!”
Zhao Yuheng: …
This young master was not listening at all.
Who would actually play such a ridiculous game with him?
“Turned right!” Shen Shuyi hurriedly said. “Why did you stop?”
“Because you hit the brakes,” Zhao Yuheng said calmly.
“…Oh.” Shen Shuyi nodded.
The traffic light flickered red, then green after three seconds.
“Cross the street, then turn right,” Shen Shuyi commanded.
“Where do you plan to drive?” Zhao Yuheng asked.
“Not sure, just driving around for now.”
Shen Shuyi thought for a few seconds: “Zhao Yuheng, I want cake.”
Zhao Yuheng had planned to carry him around nearby until Shen Shuyi’s drunkenness wore off. By then, he would be tired enough to sleep.
But Shen Shuyi’s whims were unpredictable. It was already 11:30 pm—what bakery would still be open?
“Why?”
Shen Shuyi pondered, then said slowly: “Because today… is your birthday.”
Zhao Yuheng: ?
“When did that happen?”
“Just now. Shen Shuyi decided today is your birthday. Happy birthday, Little Zhao.”
Zhao Yuheng said indifferently: “Did you notify the United Nations about such a big event?”
Shen Shuyi: “I’ll have my secretary contact them later, but for now, we urgently need a cake to celebrate your birthday.”
Zhao Yuheng: “Too bad. I don’t have the habit of eating cake on my birthday.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
Heavens! There are people in the world who don’t eat cake for their birthday!
“What will you eat then?”
“You, this mischievous little bad cat.”
Shen Shuyi: ?
He was silent for a few seconds.
“What?” Zhao Yuheng asked. “Scared?”
“Nothing,” Shen Shuyi mumbled on his back. “Just thinking… if I were sober, you definitely wouldn’t talk to me like this. Your voice now is different.”
Zhao Yuheng: …
Shen Shuyi muttered: “It feels kind of shocking.”
Zhao Yuheng: …
Shen Shuyi continued: “Like something a male protagonist in a third-rate novel would say.”
Zhao Yuheng sneered. “I’m the male protagonist. Who are you? The female lead?”
Zhao Yuheng’s heart skipped a beat at the thought.
“I’m your dad,” Shen Shuyi said slowly.
Zhao Yuheng took a deep breath.
Don’t argue with a drunk, he told himself.
Shen Shuyi, when drunk, was clingier than imagined and even harder to soothe.
After carrying him around ten times, he still wasn’t sleepy, occasionally asking: “Are we home yet?”
…He seriously intended to have Zhao Yuheng carry him home.
Zhao Yuheng glanced at the time—it was 1:30 am.
Shen Shuyi still showed no sign of sleep; Uncle Lin had already called twice.
Zhao Yuheng picked up, realizing Shen Shuyi looked like a player but actually had the discipline of an elementary schooler.
Sleep at ten, wake at eight, a glass of cold milk every night, obedient to the extreme.
No wonder Shen Lu treasured him so much.
If a household had such an obedient younger brother, Zhao Yuheng thought, he might also find it amusing.
Yet such an obedient Shen Shuyi had secretly done something outrageous—he wanted to “keep” Zhao Yuheng. No wonder he was always vague about it, probably worried his family would find out.
Zhao Yuheng sighed, unsure how to handle Shen Shuyi’s feelings.
He was straight.
Treating Shen Shuyi felt more like taking care of a younger brother.
Dating a man? Sleeping with him?
The thought made Zhao Yuheng frown; he couldn’t accept it.
If it were Shen Shuyi…
Stop.
He quickly stopped his wild thoughts.
A car arrived. Zhao Yuheng lifted Shen Shuyi with one arm, opened the door, and helped him in.
Shen Shuyi, having just dozed off, woke slightly from the cold night wind. “What’s going on?”
Zhao Yuheng sat down gracefully: “Switching cars.”
Shen Shuyi nodded, perhaps sleepy, not snarky. “…Oh.”
He tried to lean on the window to sleep but was intercepted. Zhao Yuheng pulled him close, and his head rested in Zhao Yuheng’s neck.
“The window is cold and dangerous.”
Shen Shuyi said nothing; he agreed—the car window was hard, uncomfortable to lean on anyway.
Adjusting, he closed his eyes, and the streetlight cast long shadows of his eyelashes across his calm, sweet sleeping face.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, smiling: “Is this your boyfriend?”
Zhao Yuheng lowered his voice: “No. I’m his brother.”
Shen Shuyi kicked him.
^ ^
Zhao Yuheng: …
Wasn’t he asleep? Why eavesdrop while pretending to sleep?
“…Boyfriend,” Shen Shuyi muttered in defeat.
Zhao Yuheng decided to abandon the terrifying notion that Shen Shuyi was obedient.
Returning to Shallow Bay, it was already 2 am.
When Zhao Yuheng got out, he saw Uncle Lin, Mrs. Li, and nearly all staff waiting at the entrance.
A light rain had fallen. Uncle Lin held an umbrella and a lantern, white light glowing, umbrellas layered behind him—like a gangster movie scene.
The driver ran off after letting them out—after years of driving, it was his first time at this legendary luxury villa!
Zhao Yuheng helped Shen Shuyi out. Uncle Lin quickly took over: “I’ll carry him.”
Shen Shuyi opened his eyes, looking at Uncle Lin, then Zhao Yuheng.
He seemed bigger and warmer, so who should he choose?
Zhao Yuheng tugged, Uncle Lin tugged.
Shen Shuyi frowned: unmoved.
Uncle Lin: ? ?
Young master is like spilled water.
Zhao Yuheng sighed, a hint of secret joy, soon gone.
“I’ll do it. After carrying him so long, these few steps don’t matter.”
From the villa gate to the front door, it was 700 meters. Usually, Shen Shuyi would come by car; the villa was enormous.
Inside, the villa bustled. Shen Shuyi needed a bath after the damp air. Rain, ginger soup, a little alcohol—his morning hangover soup also needed preparation.
Dozens of people were busy, yet none could tend to Zhao Yuheng. He saw Shen Shuyi’s daily life firsthand.
Hong Kong media once joked he lived more lavishly than a true English princess. At least 200 staff served him. Media exaggeration, apparently, was conservative.
Uncle Lin handed him a bowl of ginger soup: “Thanks for taking care of Little Shu tonight.”
Zhao Yuheng nodded and asked: “Is his morning hangover soup ready?”
Uncle Lin paused, smiled: “Already made. You genuinely care for Little Shu.”
Zhao Yuheng’s heart skipped: “We… are just friends.”
Uncle Lin smiled knowingly.
Zhao Yuheng: …
Was it really that obvious?
He stood up, breaking the awkward atmosphere: “I’ll go to the kitchen.”
He found the kitchen quickly, leaving a tall shadow for Uncle Lin.
Mrs. Li remarked: “The young master is too self-aware.”
Uncle Lin: “Not yet.”
Mrs. Li: “Don’t play dumb. We’ve watched him grow—don’t you see who he likes?”
Uncle Lin smiled, silent.
In the kitchen, Zhao Yuheng saw the meticulous care for Shen Shuyi.
Open kitchen, walk-in fridge, a kitchen large enough for dozens to cook simultaneously, better stocked than many five-star hotel kitchens.
Shen Shuyi ate only fresh food; leftovers likely went to staff the next day.
Nutritionists treated him like an enemy—recognizing Zhao Yuheng as the expert who cooked so well.
Zhao Yuheng asked bluntly: “Where are the eggs?”
The nutritionist hesitated, looked at Uncle Lin, who didn’t stop him.
The nutritionist opened the storage: “Here. But why eggs so late? Third young master has a sensitive stomach, not suitable for eggs at night.”
Zhao Yuheng noted it silently: “Understood. Not for boiling eggs.”
Shen Shuyi soaked in the upstairs bath, waking up. Seeing himself acting spoiled and stubborn on Zhao Yuheng… he wished he could die.
His eyes went black; he slid into the bath, only his eyes visible.
Uncle Lin knocked: “Forty minutes already, can’t soak longer.”
Shen Shuyi: “Gulp gulp gulp.” Meaning = Got it.
Uncle Lin: “Remember to dry your hair; wet hair causes colds.”
Shen Shuyi: “Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp.” Meaning = Okay okay okay okay okay!!
Uncle Lin: “Prepare the pajamas for the young master.”
The maid, Xiaomei, just waking: ?! How did you communicate that?
Shen Shuyi dressed, dried hair, and went downstairs. Seeing Zhao Yuheng, he paused, then expressionless, turned upstairs.
Haha.
So I had fallen asleep already. No wonder I started dreaming.
Zzzzzz…
“Shen Shuyi, standing up, you won’t sleep.”
Shen Shuyi: ….
Zhao Yuheng: “Come down.”
Shen Shuyi: …
If I obey, won’t I lose face?
He obediently turned, a bit embarrassed, muttering: “What?”
If Zhao Yuheng dared mention his drunkenness… he’d kill him and dump the body 🙂
He noticed a four-inch handmade cake on the kitchen island.
Shen Shuyi froze: “Why is there cake?”
“Why not?” Zhao Yuheng calmly said. “Someone ordered me to celebrate your birthday today; UN report approved.”
Shen Shuyi: …
Muttering embarrassedly: “The UN handles this too?”
Zhao Yuheng: “Yes. The UN also said the little cat can eat cake today.”
Author’s note:
Zhao bro is at it again, going all out to stir feelings…
The UN revolves around the little cat—what’s wrong? The Earth cannot turn without the little cat!
Don’t take a bath after drinking! Little Shu only drank a little, it’s just his weak tolerance.
