Huayu: This director is so eager to improve.

Chapter 31: Poor Brother Fan

Before Qi Yue could react, Nazha tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

The smell of alcohol rose in her throat, and two blushes instantly appeared on her fair cheeks.

Qi Yue looked at her, said nothing, but simply picked up the cup of tea in front of him and gestured to her.

He knew that this girl was holding back a lot of energy, wanting to prove to him that she wasn't just relying on connections.

Perhaps because she drank the wine too quickly, when Nazha put down her glass, her elbow accidentally bumped into a passing girl.

The orange-yellow liquid in the girl's hand spilled out, staining the light-colored hem of her skirt.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Naza was startled and hurriedly pulled out a tissue to help wipe it off.

The girl who was splashed also looked like a student. She was initially startled, but seeing Nazha's flustered apology, and glancing at her own skirt, she waved her hand dismissively.

"It's alright, it's alright, just wipe it off..."

However, the matter did not end there.

There were three or four young men sitting at the same table as the girl; they seemed to be friends.

One of the men, wearing a tight T-shirt, stood up, shoved Nazha's hand away as she offered him a tissue, and said in a fierce tone:

"Hey! Don't you have eyes? You just throw something on this expensive dress like that? And you think an 'sorry' is enough?"

Naza's companion chimed in, her eyes sweeping over her curves, accentuated by her bent-over posture, with ill intent.

"Exactly! Look what you've done to our sister's skirt! It's a designer brand! You have to pay for it! Or... have a few drinks with us to apologize, and we'll call it even!"

They were clearly taking advantage of Nazha's striking appearance to try and gain some advantage, or at least to show off their power.

Naza stumbled from the push, her face turning even redder; this time, she was both angry and frightened.

Xu Wei frowned, and Guo Fan immediately stood up as well.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, my friend did it by accident," Guo Fan tried to reason with them.

"We can compensate you for the skirt at its original price, or we'll cover the dry cleaning. We don't need to offer you alcohol as an apology."

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to speak?"

The man in the tight-fitting clothes glanced sideways at Guo Fan, then at Qi Yue and Xu Wei, who had remained seated without moving, his attitude becoming even more arrogant.

"She absolutely has to drink this today! No drinking, no leaving!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and other diners in the restaurant also turned their heads to look.

At this moment, Qi Yue put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin. His movements were unhurried, as if he hadn't seen the conflict unfolding before him.

He stood up, ignoring the shouting men, and first gave a slight nod to the girl whose skirt had been splashed.

"Excuse me, my friend accidentally got your clothes dirty. Would you like to send them to the dry cleaners now, and we'll cover the cost, or would you like us to compensate you for the original price?"

His calmness and composure startled the girl, who instinctively said:

"No...no need to pay the full price, just send it to the dry cleaners..."

"it is good."

Qi Yue nodded, took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and placed them on the girl's desk.

"This is for dry cleaning fees and a small compensation. I apologize again."

Then, he turned around and looked at the men with unfriendly expressions.

"Gentlemen," Qi Yue began, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"We have already apologized and offered compensation. If you have any other requests, would you like me to remind you of the relevant clauses of the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law'? Or, you could just call Chief Wang of the local police station and ask him?"

The man in the tight-fitting clothes' expression changed. "Don't fucking bluff!"

At this moment, the restaurant manager rushed over with his team.

"Gentlemen, please remain calm and do not disturb the other guests."

The manager spoke firmly, directly siding with Qi Yue and his group.

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage and might even get into trouble, the man in the tight-fitting clothes waved his hand sullenly and left with his companion, cursing all the while.

The turmoil subsided.

The manager rubbed his hands together and moved closer to Xu Wei.

"Mr. Xu, look at the mess this has made. Why are you all sitting outside?"

Xu Wei waved her hand.

"It's alright, the private room is full. You can go about your business."

After seeing the manager off, Nazha returned to her seat, still somewhat shaken, tears welling in her eyes.

"Senior Brother Qi, Sister Xu, Senior Brother Guo, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault..."

"It's just our bad luck to run into people like that," Xu Wei comforted us from the side. "Just ignore them in the future."

Guo Fan leaned closer to Qi Yue and asked, "You just mentioned Director Wang... is that true?"

Qi Yue took a sip of tea and said calmly, "How would I know the surname of the police station chief in this area? But those kinds of people, just hearing that makes them nervous."

Guo Fan said "oh" and continued eating.

After the dinner, both women had drunk quite a bit.

Xu Wei has a high alcohol tolerance, but she couldn't handle drinking too much. Her face turned as red as a peach blossom, and her eyes became even more charming.

Naza, on the other hand, is a typical case of someone who gets drunk after just one drink. She hadn't had more than a few sips when she was already feeling dizzy and unsteady on her feet, relying entirely on Guo Fan to support her.

I walked to the roadside to hail a taxi.

Xu Wei first hailed a taxi, opened the door, and without saying a word, shoved Guo Fan inside, then followed closely behind.

"Director Qi, please have Director Guo take me home. I'll leave Nazha to you. Make sure she gets home safely! Driver, drive!"

The taxi sped away, leaving Qi Yue rubbing his forehead, speechless as he looked at Nazha beside him, her eyes glazed over, muttering softly, "Thank you, senior brother... I will definitely work hard..."

The saying "a woman is like a wolf in her thirties and a tiger in her forties" seems to be true.

It must have been tough for Van.

A night breeze blew, and Naza seemed even more dizzy, her body limp as she leaned against Qi Yue.

Qi Yue reached out to support her arm, helping her to steady herself, and used his other hand to stop the car.

After finally managing to flag down another car, they shoved Naza into the back seat and Qi Yue got into the passenger seat.

"Master, let's go first..." Qi Yue then realized that he had no idea where Nazha lived.

"Hey, Nazha, where do you live? Which neighborhood?"

"Hmm...home?"

Naza lay on the cushion, groggily opening her eyes.

"In...in...the school...dormitory?"

She gave me a place name near the film academy, but she couldn't give me the specific building number or room number.

The carriage was dimly lit, with only the neon lights flashing past the window casting ever-changing shadows on her.

She seemed to be looking for a more comfortable position, and unconsciously raised her long, straight left leg, placing it on the armrest between the front seat and the car door.

The tight-fitting jeans perfectly outlined the smooth lines from thigh to calf, and the exposed ankles looked exceptionally fair and dazzling in the dim light.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away.

Qi Yue rubbed his temples.

We can't just leave her at the school gate; it's the middle of the night, and a pretty, drunk girl like that is too unsafe.

After a brief moment of deliberation, Qi Yue gave the driver the address of his rented apartment.

Take her back first, let her make do on the sofa in the living room for the night, and let her sober up before we talk about it.

The car drove through the night, and Naza seemed to be asleep, making even, soft breathing sounds.