WWY Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Lan He Got Drunk – The Completely Out of It Kind.

Ten bottles of beer?

Tuxi Ling leaned back in alarm, “I have things to do today, I can’t drink, and I have to drive you home.”

Lan He glanced at him and changed his order to the waiter, “Then eight bottles!”

“…So in your eyes, I’m only good for two bottles?”

“Then how much can you drink?” Lan He complained, “If you don’t drink, how am I supposed to know how much you can drink?”

Tuxi Ling picked up his teacup and blew on it, dispersing a faint tea fragrance, then took a light sip, not arguing with him, like a worldly expert.

Seeing that his goading tactic didn’t work, Lan He started plotting mischief again.

He opened a bottle of beer and, “Glug, glug, glug,” downed most of it in one go, then comfortably leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly towards the ceiling.

His posture would have made anyone think he was a thug who frequented bars all year round.

Tuxi Ling’s worldview was about to be shattered.

Was this the image of the esteemed young master of the He family?

Wait…

He snatched the beer bottle from in front of Lan He, anxious, “Heart patients can’t drink, don’t mess around!”

Lan He stared at him in silence for a long time, as if until the end of time, before finally raising the corners of his mouth bit by bit, “Officer Ling, my heart disease is cured, didn’t you know?”

“Cured? How did it get cured?” Tuxi Ling was skeptical. He clearly went to the hospital for it just over a month ago.

He had never heard of anyone’s heart disease suddenly getting better without treatment.

“It just, suddenly got better.” Lan He gave an impossible answer, generously handing over his unlocked phone, “Don’t believe me? Ask Doctor Zhou yourself?”

Both knew that this call was impossible to make.

Tuxi Ling hesitated slightly and poured the beer into a glass for him, “Then don’t drink too fast, know when to stop.”

The waiter happened to bring over a plate of food. Lan He craned his neck, saw that the plate contained saltwater shrimp, rolled up his sleeves to prepare to peel the shrimp, and asked, “Why should I know when to stop?”

“I’m worried you’ll get drunk.”

“I’m used to drinking wine, how could mere beer get me drunk?” Lan He skillfully peeled a complete shrimp meat and placed it on the plate in front of Tuxi Ling, “I’m happy today, don’t spoil my fun!”

“Don’t mind me, you eat!”

Tuxi Ling quickly picked up his chopsticks to put it back for him, but his second shrimp was already peeled and directly stuffed into his own mouth, exclaiming, “Very fresh.”

His eyebrows were dancing, seeming truly happy.

Tuxi Ling ate the shrimp, and the next moment, Lan He’s gaze was wrapped around him, swaying back and forth, never leaving his face, carrying an unspoken ambiguity, but the movements of his hands didn’t stop.

The third shrimp was quickly in place. Lan He directly stretched out his arm and brought it to his mouth.

Tuxi Ling was stunned, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

Oh, he remembered. Last time they ate barbecue, he was constantly feeding him like this.

At that time, he seemed very natural when facing him, not feeling so awkward. When did it start?

He spaced out, and the shrimp meat arched in front of him swayed, signaling him to open his mouth.

He instinctively dodged backward, and the white porcelain bowl “clanged” as the tablecloth caused it to tip over on the table. The neighboring table cast glances, making him even more embarrassed, but Lan He relentlessly held up the shrimp. When he reached out to take it, he bypassed his hand, insisting on feeding it into his mouth.

He didn’t want to make it too ugly, so he had to eat it from Lan He’s hand. The red shrimp oil stained the corner of his lips, and Lan He casually wiped it away with his thumb, leaving a red mark of varying depths.

The middle-aged couple at the neighboring table smiled knowingly and turned away.

Tuxi Ling’s brain went completely blank. By the time he reacted, his face was red, and the throbbing in his heart surged upward like waves, as if to capsize a lonely boat.

He raised his hand and wiped the place where Lan He had just touched him, staring at him resentfully, but saw that he was looking down, showing no abnormality, but put the finger that had just touched his lips into his mouth.

Tuxi Ling couldn’t sit still, changing positions on the chair several times. He tried to tell himself that the other person didn’t mean anything, that his own heart was crooked.

Peeling shrimp would dirty his hands. He wanted to peel them himself and then feed them into his mouth to avoid dirtying both of their hands. It was a good intention!

After peeling the shrimp, there would be juice on his hands. Sucking on it with his mouth was a normal human subconscious behavior!

Tuxi Ling, don’t overthink it, quickly turn this matter over!

Fortunately, the waiter brought over more dishes at this time, a huge plate of braised seafood. He picked up his chopsticks and aimed for the scallop meat inside, clearing his throat, “You’re very happy today? Is there something to celebrate?”

Lan He couldn’t say that he had taken the most crucial step in his new life. He smiled, his whole person as serene as a sprig of white peach in spring.

He didn’t even lift his eyelids as he pulled out a tissue, “Anyway, I’m just happy.”

After carefully wiping the shrimp soup from his hands, he raised his glass to Tuxi Ling, “Come, I wish Officer Ling a speedy resolution to the case, and I wish myself happiness every day!”

Tuxi Ling raised his glass and clinked it with his, “I’ll use tea in place of wine, I wish you happiness every day!”

Lan He drank it all in one gulp, then poured himself a full glass again. Tuxi Ling worriedly held his arm pouring the wine, “Lan He, don’t drink like that, it’s bad for your health.”

“It’s just beer.” Lan He pressed the back of his hand with his other hand, unable to resist taking advantage, “Anyway, we’re in the city, if I get sick from drinking, you can just send me to the hospital!”

Knowing he was joking, Tuxi Ling was still angry at him for not taking his own body seriously.

He picked up a bottle of wine and opened it with a “pop,” “If you want to drink, fine, I’ll drink with you!”

Lan He was stunned and quickly reached out to grab it, “Hey, hey, hey? Don’t, wouldn’t that be drunk driving? Don’t break the law knowing it, Officer Ling!”

“You also know it’s not okay to break the law knowing it? Then why are you drinking when you clearly know your body isn’t up to it?” Saying that, Tuxi Ling still let go of his hand, allowing him to snatch the wine bottle away.

“Hey! I’m kidding you. Actually, I used to drink too, and not only drink, but also smoke. These are all fine. My illness isn’t what you think it is. You have to believe me, I’m a medical miracle!”

Tuxi Ling was dubious, “Enlighten me?”

“Last time, Doctor Zhou found several experts for a consultation, and finally defined it for me: my heart doesn’t have any organic symptoms, it’s a psychological problem.”

“A psychological problem?”

Lan He grinned, his smile resembling a WeChat emoji, “Commonly known as, scared.”

“Scared?” Tuxi Ling frowned, thinking that his several attacks did have situations of being overly frightened.

But what was the root cause of the illness?

He didn’t ask, at least not now, to avoid spoiling his fun.

While he wasn’t paying attention, Lan He picked up a piece of freshly served crispy pork and put it on his plate, “Thank you for your hard work today, Officer Ling! Eat more meat to replenish your strength!”

Tuxi Ling didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

So, in the end, he knew he was exhausted? He wasn’t an aloof young master, after all?

“What are you buying so many pens for?”

“For drawing!”

“You draw with ballpoint pens?”

“Yeah, so? What’s wrong?”

“…Very impressive.”

“By the way, why did you think of drawing antiques?”

“There’s an archeology craze now. There were signs of it from the Sanxingdui site. Have you seen the recent Haihunhou tomb? It’s truly a miracle! The things that were dug up were all bling bling shiny, I love them so much!”

“I really can’t tell.” Tuxi Ling smiled and sipped his tea, “So you’re curious about what the things you saw abroad are called, so you drew them?”

Lan He nodded vigorously, as if he had met a kindred spirit, “Yes! And it’s all thanks to scholars like Professor Qiu. It’s such a pity. Although we only spent ten minutes together that day, I could tell that he had a genuine love for his profession. Unfortunately, there are too few such talents, and the country should vigorously cultivate them.”

Tuxi Ling nodded, “There’s a lot of emphasis on cultivation. I heard that Professor Qiu’s salary and benefits are very high, part of which is subsidized by the state. His family’s conditions are quite wealthy.”

Lan He laughed, “Quite wealthy? I’d say they’re considerably wealthy!”

Tuxi Ling was stunned, “What do you mean?”

Lan He was busy picking out fish bones, taking the time to raise his eyes, “Wearing a four-million-dollar Patek Philippe, it’s not too much for me to give a ‘considerably wealthy’ assessment, right?”

“Four million?” Tuxi Ling exclaimed, “How do you know?”

“Didn’t I see it once at the criminal police team last time? I saw it on Mrs. Qiu’s hand.” Saying that, he put a large piece of fish meat with the bones picked out into Tuxi Ling’s bowl.

Tuxi Ling’s thoughts were in a mess, and this time he forgot to decline, and very smoothly put it into his mouth, “You didn’t see wrong?”

Lan He revealed a disdainful expression and picked out another piece of fish, continuing to pick out the bones.

That’s right, he always inadvertently forgot his rich second-generation status. Distinguishing luxury goods was probably as simple for him as distinguishing cabbage from chives.

A four-million-dollar watch, a university professor couple couldn’t afford it. Their daughter was in the capital, working a normal white-collar job, and even less able to buy her mother such an expensive watch.

Thinking of the decoration and furnishings in his house, they also didn’t seem like something that ordinary salaried workers could afford.

Tuxi Ling took it to heart and immediately sent a WeChat message to Shengbo Xia.

[Ling team: Are you at Jiannan University?]

[Little Bo’er: Yes.]

[Ling team: Find out about Qiu Na’s family living conditions, salary, and bonuses from the side.]

[Little Bo’er: Got it.]

Tuxi Ling was about to put down his phone when it vibrated again.

[Little Bo’er: Ling team, when are you coming over?]

[Ling team: Afternoon!]

[Little Bo’er: Afternoon? That’s so long? The young master is really good at using people!]

[Little Bo’er: Are you still coming then? Don’t come if it’s too late, it’s a holiday anyway.]

[Ling team: Eating, will see how it goes later.]

[Little Bo’er: ???]

[Little Bo’er: I want to eat too! Where are you? I’ll come find you!]

[Little Bo’er: Ling team??? Answer!!!]

Tuxi Ling found him annoying and even turned off the vibration, stuffing his phone into his jacket pocket.

Talking to Shengbo Xia felt like he had reported to the organization. He suddenly wasn’t in a hurry anymore, thinking that Shengbo Xia was at Jiannan University, and if he went, he would just be gathering the same information, so it seemed like it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t go.

But worried that the bureau might have something temporary come up, he still didn’t touch the alcohol, just drinking tea and chatting with Lan He, listening to him talk about interesting things from when he was abroad.

Then, Tuxi Ling discovered something extremely shocking –

Lan He was drunk.

The completely out of it kind.