"I'll leave first. If there's anything, you can call Song Keren." Xiao Feng greeted Zhao Xingfeng and the others, then left with Zhang Wan.

The security captain, seeing Xiao Feng was about to leave, couldn't stay calm. If they just let him go and Zhou Tiger's father came looking for him later, that would definitely be a problem.

"Stop him!" The tall security captain ordered.

However, Zhao Xingfeng and the others stepped forward in unison, standing several meters apart but giving off an impenetrable sense of unity.

Having already seen Zhao Xingfeng and the others in action, the security guards knew they were also skilled fighters, so they quickly brought out electric sticks, feeling more confident.

Zhao Xingfeng and the others exchanged glances, each placing a hand on a chair back or a wine bottle, then immediately rushed forward, engaging in a tussle with more than a dozen security guards.

Xiao Feng had already exited the bar, hailed a taxi, and helped Zhang Wan inside before getting in himself.

"Where to?" The driver lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Xiao Feng wanted to send Zhang Wan home but realized he did not know her address, so he replied, "To the nearest hotel, not too shabby."

The driver didn't waste words, started the car, and skillfully headed off.

The good thing about these taxis in front of bars is that whether or not you've had too much to drink, they'll still pick you up, and they also get decent commissions for taking people to nearby hotels.

"Two hundred!" The driver raised two fingers and named his price. It was clearly a rip-off, considering the distance from the bar to the hotel was less than twenty kilometers and should cost at most fifty yuan.

While Xiao Feng was about to haggle, he said, "I'll give you two fifty..."

The driver frowned, "Are you insulting me?"

"I mean, I'll give you two hundred fifty, and you give me a five hundred receipt." Xiao Feng explained.

"Oh, that's it." The driver understood, "But two fifty sounds terrible, can it be more?"

"No problem." Xiao Feng readily agreed, then the driver watched as he took out two hundred notes, followed by five fifties, finally feeling around and producing a ten-cent coin.

"Just adding ten cents?" The driver was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

Xiao Feng impatiently said, "Cut the crap, write the receipt quickly."

The driver had no time to argue further, needing to return for more fares, so he handed over the receipt and his business card.

After paying, Xiao Feng exited the car. The driver rolled down the window, "Buddy, you're probably a public employee, right? If you have any big gigs, remember to call me. I don't have much, but here's a little something for you."

He said, opening the glove box, taking something out, and without hesitation shoving it into Xiao Feng's pocket.

Xiao Feng didn't bother to check what the driver put in his pocket and walked Zhang Wan into the hotel.

After entering the room, Xiao Feng helped Zhang Wan remove her coat and shoes, letting her lie down, then wet a towel in the bathroom.

However, when he came out of the bathroom, he found Zhang Wan had sat up and removed her thermal shirt, her smooth back and abdomen fully exposed.

Xiao Feng gulped involuntarily, and as he sat down at the bed's edge, Zhang Wan collapsed onto him, "I feel awful, my head is spinning."

"You'll feel better after a sleep." Xiao Feng soothingly replied, his hands unsure where to rest.

At that moment, Zhang Wan slowly lifted her head, her beautiful eyes locking onto Xiao Feng, "Xiao Feng, can you hold me?"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but pause but then nodded, wrapping an arm around Zhang Wan's slender waist.

"You know, during this time, I, I..." Zhang Wan tried to speak but suddenly started throwing up, soaking the front of Xiao Feng's shirt.

Xiao Feng quickly patted Zhang Wan's back, his forehead lined with frustration, thinking: Is this why you wanted me to hold you, to make puking easier?

...

After endless vomiting, Zhang Wan seemed a bit sober, patting her head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to just now. Take off your jacket, I'll wash it for you tomorrow."

"You should take care of yourself first." Xiao Feng said as he removed his jacket and asked, "Why did you drink so much?"

Zhang Wan gave a bitter smile, about to speak, but suddenly widened her eyes, looking like she saw something incredible.

She stared at the TV on the wall in shock, reflecting her current state, wearing only underwear on top.

"You..." Once she realized, Zhang Wan's face flushed crimson, quickly grabbing a jacket nearby to cover herself, whispering inaudibly, "Why did you undress me?"

Xiao Feng's expression turned complicated, finally saying, "You took it off yourself, I only helped with your coat and shoes."

"Then, what did I do after?" Zhang Wan lamented, patting her head, realizing her memory had blanked out, stopping at the moment she saw Xiao Feng at the bar, and next thing she knew, she had thrown up all over Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng patiently filled in her missing memories, earnestly saying, "Don't drink in bars in the future, and if you do, never go alone."

Zhang Wan, still shaken, nodded, realizing if it wasn't for meeting Xiao Feng, the consequences of being taken from the bar were unimaginable.

After some hesitation, Zhang Wan quietly asked, "After I got drunk, I didn't say anything to you, did I?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, "Actually, I wanted to ask you, why did you drink so much alone? Is there some trouble you can't handle?"

Zhang Wan felt relieved, thankful she hadn't said anything wrong, yet couldn't help but wonder, what if she had confessed while drunk?

This feeling was contradictory, plunging her into deep conflict, and after a while, she said, "There's no trouble, I just happened to want a drink, but didn't know how it spiraled into drinking more and more until I got drunk."

"That's good. If there's ever a problem, remember to tell me." Xiao Feng smiled.

He was still very grateful to Zhang Wan.

Although with earlier incidents, even without Zhang Wan's help, he could have been fine, he still acknowledged the favor.

In this materialistic world, most people have become slaves to money. Precisely because of this, Zhang Wan's selfless help was even more precious!

"Are you doing well since getting married?" Zhang Wan asked slowly, feeling a pang in her heart as she spoke.

Before when Zhou Jiwen invited Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue for a meal, he had invited Zhang Wan in advance, so she knew about it.

Upon learning this news, Zhang Wan felt overwhelmingly sad, wanting to cry countless times but unable to find a suitable reason.

Since then, Zhang Wan seemed like a different person, often making mistakes at work, losing her previous diligence, spacing out in conversations, repeatedly telling herself: forget about Xiao Feng.

Before drinking this time, Zhang Wan decided that once she woke up the next day, she'd say goodbye to the past, forget about this person in front of her, and start a new life.

Yet fate loves to play tricks, for just when she made up her mind, the person she was thinking of appeared again.

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