Chapter 482 Tempting the Fowl (1)

Flipping it open, Cai Wenxi revealed a shining bottle of whiskey, a beacon of short-term aid glowing softly underneath the dim automotive mild.

“…”

“…”

Zhang Ming was a recurring drinker, all the time guaranteeing his liquor cupboard was totally stocked.

After a second of hesitant contemplation, Cai Wenxi’s hand reached out, her fingers curling across the cool glass of the whiskey bottle—

Gulp…

Gulp…

“Haaa…” She swallowed 1 / 4 of the whiskey in fast succession, the sharp liquid burning down her throat.

She then let loose an extended, drawn-out sigh, her face a masks of aid blended with a touch of despair.

Her excessive tolerance for alcohol was each a curse and a blessing, seemingly serving her higher in moments of misery than her personal acutely aware efforts to handle her feelings.

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Because the whiskey settled warmly in her abdomen, Cai Wenxi leaned again in opposition to the plush seat of her automotive, closing her eyes because the muffled sounds of the celebration filtered by the home windows.

The music’s distant thump unusually complinenting to the silence in her personal small sanctuary.

“Why does all the things must be so sophisticated?” she murmured to herself, the alcohol loosening the tight knot of hysteria that had constructed up over the night.

Her thoughts drifted to the confrontation she’d simply left behind and the uncomfortable future awaiting her with Zhang Ming.

Ring~ Ring~

Her cellphone instantly buzzed beside her, startling her out of her reverie.

??

She glanced on the display screen—Zhang Ming’s title flashed insistently.

Cai Wenxi hesitated, her thumb hovering over the ‘decline’ button earlier than in the end urgent ‘reply.’

“…”

Cai Wenxi narrowed her eyes barely, a touch of problem in her tone. “For those who can slot in,” she acknowledged, her voice cool and indifferent as she adjusted her hair and glanced within the rearview mirror.

“Thanks.” Opposite to her expectations of him clambering by the window, Zhang Wei as a substitute prolonged his hand inside, unlocked the door from inside, and slid gracefully into the plush seat.

“…”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Cai Wenxi’s eyes earlier than she rolled up the home windows and inquired with a touch of suspicion, “Have you ever been following me?”

“Nope, I similar to the automotive. The place did you get it?” Zhang Wei casually seemed across the inside, pretending to be absorbed by his environment.

‘What a foul liar…’ Cai Wenxi thought to herself, her lips curving right into a slight, understanding smile.

Little did she know, Zhang Wei had by no means supposed to cover the reality.

Individuals do not essentially dislike lies; actually, they usually love them, relying on how they’re instructed.

“Had been you ingesting alone?” Zhang Wei lastly blurted out, his gaze dropping to the half-empty whiskey bottle resting close to her legs on the automotive mat.

Cai Wenxi rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Have not you been retaining tabs on me all night? It’s best to have already got your reply.”

Zhang Wei gave a nonchalant shrug, making an attempt to lighten the temper. “Why the hostility? It is simply a few colleagues discussing work.”

“Colleagues?” Cai Wenxi echoed with a touch of incredulity, turning to face him totally, her arms nonetheless on the steering wheel. She caught the cheeky glint in his eyes as he brandished his identification card.

“…”

Cai Wenxi let loose a drained sigh. “That is for Mystic Squad, not Dragon Squad,” she corrected him, frustration coloring her tone at his obvious ignorance.

“Potato, tomato—similar factor,” Zhang Wei dismissed casually, tucking the cardboard away, however his flippant comment solely made Cai Wenxi’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance.

“Look, in the event you’re right here to get details about Yu Tian, I’ve acquired nothing for you. The chief assigned me to watch him—to forestall any chaos, he would possibly create. As for you—You are welcome to take a seat right here so long as you need, but when Zhang Ming exhibits up and decides to throw punches, do not count on me to intervene,” she defined, her voice a mix of weariness and diplomacy.

“!?”

‘So it’s about Zhang Ming and her…’ Zhang Wei’s eyes sparked with understanding as he swiftly grasped the state of affairs, rigorously selecting his subsequent phrases.

With a dismissive shake of his head, he spoke with delicate provocation. “Why would he resort to violence? I am merely participating in well mannered dialog. Or does he see you as his… private property?”