After an unknown period of time, Ling Youmei shrank back and shivered.

So cold!

Only then did she realize that there was no heater in the VIP lounge.

And she was only wearing a thin evening dress!

Ling Youmei stood up from the sofa and limped towards the dressing room in the inner room, preparing to find a thicker coat to put on.

Unexpectedly, she found a wine cabinet.

Ling Youmei picked up the strongest bottle of vodka, opened the bottle, and directly drank it.

The liquor flowed down her throat and into her stomach.

It dispelled the chill in her body, and at the same time, it also took away the gloom and unhappiness in her heart.

The saying that alcohol could relieve worries was true.

Ling Youmei drank a few more mouthfuls and unconsciously drank half a bottle.

Ho Shaohui walked on the high quality cashmere carpet, and when he approached her, what he saw was Ling Youmei holding a bottle of wine and sitting on the windowsill, pretending to be drunk.

Her evening dress was stained with amber wine, and her hair was in disarray around her shoulders. She was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, motionless.

There was an empty bottle beside her, and a strong aroma of wine spread around her.

"Hey, wake up!" Ho Shaohui called out to her in a low voice.

Ling Youmei did not react at all.

Ho Shaohui could only squat down, and his narrowed phoenix eyes fell on her body.

At this moment, Ling Youmei's cheeks were flushed red, and her lips, which were as delicate as rose petals, were slightly breathing. A pair of long white legs were revealed under the high slit of her dress, and one could vaguely see the deep cleavage inside the V-shaped collar.

Ho Shaohui's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were unconsciously dyed with a thick ink color.

His Adam's apple rolled as he tried his best to calm his burning emotions. He reached out and patted her cheek. "Wake up!"

Ling Youmei muttered to herself, and frowned in annoyance. She turned over and continued to sleep.

However, she did not know how seductive her sleeping posture was at this moment. It was both sexy and enchanting, just like a bewitching little demoness.

Ho Shaohui's eyes darkened once again, and his breathing became hurried.

Damn woman, was she trying to seduce him when she was drunk?

His gaze swept to the empty bottle beside her.

A bottle of vodka that was 50 degrees Celsius, and she drank it all in one go?

No wonder she was so drunk and unconscious!

Was that Qi Yueze really that good? Was he worth her drinking and getting drunk for him? Was he even the one who escaped her engagement for him?

But now, he had married another woman! She also knew the feeling of being abandoned.

When he saw his beloved man dumped him, he should feel happy about it. However, he didn't. Instead, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

It was like someone had stabbed his heart with a knife. He was both jealous and disappointed.

He stared at Ling Youmei with a complicated expression.

As if she felt that she was being stared at by a strong gaze, Ling Youmei slowly opened her eyes.

What entered her eyes was actually the troublesome Master Ho, his handsome face enlarged?

Ling Youmei was startled, she thought she was dreaming.

"You're awake?" Ho Shaohui had been staring at her pretty face the entire time. Seeing her open her eyes, he immediately restrained the other emotions in his eyes and said in a low voice.

Hearing his voice, Ling Youmei suddenly came back to her senses.

She realized that she wasn't dreaming!

Was the man in front of her really the VIP customer of her inn, Master Ho?!

"You... Why are you here?" Ling Youmei blinked her eyes and stared at him in shock.

Although she had drunk too much, her mind was still clear.

She was in the VIP lounge of the Shangri-La Hotel in A City, having just attended her sister Ling Youjing's wedding with her ex-boyfriend, Qi Yueze.

She had drunk too much, and had fallen asleep on the windowsill of this lounge for a while. She did not expect to wake up to find Master Ho, the distinguished guest of her inn, squatting in front of her.

Could it be that he was also invited by her father and the Qi family to attend her sister's wedding tonight?

So he happened to be in A City?

"Boss Ling, I didn't expect you to be the young miss of the Ling family!" Surprise flashed across Ho Shaohui's eyes as he pretended that he had only found out about her identity at the wedding banquet.

... "" Ling Youmei was startled, and her expression could not help but become a little uneasy.

Originally, she had escaped the marriage two years ago and opened a guesthouse in S City. She had always been hiding her identity.

She didn't expect that Ho Shaohui would see through her disguise today.

"So what? Whether I'm the young miss of the Ling family or not has nothing to do with you, right?" She glanced at him and said snappily.

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?" Ho Shaohui raised his eyebrows. His handsome face revealed a sense of bohemianism, and his eyes mysteriously became deep.

He didn't know that he was her fiancé!

Two years ago, she had escaped from her marriage and opened an inn in S City, but he had been mocked for his wife running away with someone else. He hadn't even settled the score with her yet.

"What does it have to do with you?" Ling Youmei frowned in confusion, "Can't the young miss of the Ling family start her own inn?"

Ho Shaohui narrowed his deep eyes and laughed meaningfully: "You ran away from your family and went to S City. Your whereabouts for the past two years should be kept secret, right? Aren't you afraid that I will reveal it to the reporters outside?"

Ling Youmei's pupils constricted, and she immediately asked: "You... What do you want?"

"Nothing? I'm just a little curious about you!" Ho Shaohui rubbed his chin, a hint of playfulness flashing across his eyes.

"Curious about what?" Ling Youmei subconsciously asked.

Ho Shaohui's long and narrow eyes were deep. He leaned closer to her and laughed unruly: "I'm curious why you don't want to be a proper young miss of the Ling family, but instead want to hide yourself in S City and open a guesthouse?"

Ling Youmei looked at him and was silent for a moment. "Don't you already know? I hid in S City two years ago because I ran away from marriage."

"Escape marriage? Is your fiancé so disgusting to you? You actually want to escape marriage?" Ho Shaohui frowned, his handsome face immediately darkened, and his voice was filled with anger.

Ling Youmei looked at him in confusion, she really did not understand why he was suddenly angry.

"Why are you so excited? You're not my fiancé?" Ling Youmei rolled her eyes at him, not caring at all.

Ho Shaohui's expression froze. He realized that his reaction was a little too intense, and endured the anger that was rising in his chest.

"I'm just feeling injustice for your fiancé." He clenched his fists, opened his thin lips, and said.

Ling Youmei glanced at him and coldly snorted, "You're not him, what's there to feel injustice for him? Maybe if I run away from the marriage and help him, he'll have to thank me in his heart?"

"That's impossible!" The veins on Ho Shaohui's forehead bulged, his face became darker and darker, and he said while gnashing his teeth.