"Auntie, try their Palm’s Treasure. It’s Sakura Country style—completely different from our country’s. We prefer a spicy taste, with a crispy exterior and tender interior. Their style, however, focuses on fresh, aromatic flavors, and the overall taste is a bit sweet," Luofeng carefully explained.
Luofeng remembered from the last time they went to Bai Ningbing’s canteen that this beautiful woman couldn’t eat spicy food. Instead, she seemed very interested in sweets.
"Um, thank you!" Tangya said, accepting the dish he passed to her and beginning to taste it.
It was indeed different from the local style. It tasted just right and was to her liking.
As they ate, the two chatted about Jiamei’s suppliers, with Tangya doing most of the introductions. It seemed like Tangya knew Jiamei even better than Luofeng did.
After all, in banking, it’s important to "know the enemy and know yourself." How could they do business without understanding their customers? So, that’s probably why the bank dared to approve the Loan, right?
"Luofeng... Student Luo... It seems to be getting late, shall we go?" Tangya seemed to have drunk a bit too much.
It was about one o’clock. It really was late.
Luofeng looked at Tangya; her face was flushed and her eyes slightly unfocused. Could she really be drunk?
"Auntie, do you need me to take you home?" Luofeng asked. As for himself? He could hold his liquor very well, certainly not like Zhou Xiaofeng, who would pass out after just one drink.
Tangya didn’t respond to Luofeng. She just laid her head on the wooden table.
Luofeng first signaled the waiter to bring the bill. The Sakura Country-style skewers were, affirmative, pricier than usual; the two had spent over eight hundred yuan.
While Luofeng was paying, the waiter glanced at Luofeng and then at Tangya with a touch of envy.
Luofeng couldn’t help but Make complaints about the waiter. Is he overthinking things? And the waiter even asked, "How is your girlfriend doing? Do you need help?"
Luofeng almost choked. What kind of look was that? Is she his girlfriend? But wait... this woman is really well-maintained. She looks to be only about twenty-five, doesn’t she?
After settling the bill, Luofeng didn’t leave immediately but instead ordered a high-end chauffeur service on his phone. About ten minutes later, the luxury car arrived.
"Auntie, wake up, let’s go!" Luofeng called out.
However, Tangya remained resting on the table.
Luofeng walked over to her and gently nudged her. "Auntie?..."
But Tangya still didn’t respond.
"Sigh!" Luofeng sighed helplessly. He draped her work coat over her, then cautiously helped her up and out of the restaurant.
Seeing Luofeng and Tangya’s departing figures, the waiter once again wore an expression of envy and jealousy. How he wished he could be that person. With such a beauty. Who knew what time he would get to sleep?
A high-end chauffeur service available at a moment’s notice? It was, affirmative, much more expensive than a regular rental.
He seemed quite unfazed by the sight of Luofeng supporting Tangya. After all, in this line of work, they’d seen such things many times. Were they supposed to be surprised? How many intoxicated women had they driven to hotels? And what happened afterward? As for meddling? Out of the question. They had no idea what the relationship between Luofeng and Tangya was. What if they were a couple? Not only would the woman not thank you, but she might even resent you. Besides, maybe she wanted this, perhaps she was only pretending to be drunk? Right?
Back when he was in Capital City, Luofeng used to Make complaints about the Mercedes Benz E-Class Chen Dali arranged, citing its harsh suspension and how you could feel every bump from speed bumps or manhole covers. After all, it wasn’t an S-Class. Legend has it that you could place a coin on an S-Class Mercedes, and it wouldn’t move even after driving for several kilometers, right?
But this time, Luofeng thought the Mercedes E-Class performed quite well; speed bumps and manhole covers hardly seemed to affect it. Could this be the much-touted theory of relativity?
Tangya, still groggy, patted her work coat. Luofeng found the keys in its pocket and smoothly opened the door, then helped Tangya inside.
Once at Tangya’s place, Luofeng, familiar with the layout, took Tangya to the master bedroom. He placed a pillow for her so she could rest comfortably.
After a short pause, Luofeng helped her remove her coat—just the outer one, which was draped over her.
After taking off her coat, Luofeng frowned slightly before also removing her high-heeled shoes. He then tucked her into bed, carefully arranging the covers over her. Finally, he turned on the air conditioner to the warm setting.
Looking at Tangya, who reminded him so much of Bai Ningbing, Luofeng quietly checked on her. He then went to the living room, poured her a glass of water, and left her a message on WeChat before departing.
CLICK.
The security door closed. Standing outside, Luofeng let out a long sigh of relief.
Luofeng is a good man. He wouldn’t take advantage of someone who was drunk. In such a situation, any action would be entirely his initiative. And what’s the code of a good man? Don’t initiate! Don’t refuse, right? Being active versus passive are two completely different things. If he initiated, it would be Luofeng’s fault. Let’s flip the scenario: if Luofeng were drunk and Tangya took the initiative? In that case, it wouldn’t be Luofeng’s fault at all, would it?
Luofeng used his phone to order another high-end car. His home had a fingerprint lock, so even without keys, he wouldn’t disturb his parents.
「Meanwhile, back at Tangya’s place, as the security door closed...」

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