When Zhou Yi was applying lipstick for Claire, several more women approached, each one a stunning bombshell.
"Claire, where did this handsome guy come from? Introduce us too."
"Haven’t seen this hottie around here before. Ella’s always favoring you—she notifies you first whenever there’s a good-looking guy."
"Hey handsome, care to join us for drinks? We’ve got a table over there."
It seemed like another group of close-knit girlfriends.
The center of attention among these women was the one surrounded in the middle.
Her name was Amanda, and she’d had drinks with Claire before, though they weren’t particularly close.
Claire’s friends could tell these women also had their eyes on Zhou Yi, but Claire had spotted him first—there was no way they’d let him get snatched away.
One of the women puffed out her chest and raised an eyebrow at Amanda’s group. "We saw him first. Isn’t it a bit rude to butt in like this?"
Amanda smirked. "We just wanted to meet him, no harm in that. Besides, who says you get to speak for him?"
Amanda pushed past the woman and walked up to Zhou Yi, who was still applying Claire’s lipstick.
Claire shot her a glance, took the lipstick from Zhou Yi’s hand, and stood up to face Amanda.
Both women were breathtakingly beautiful, standing there like a scene straight out of a movie.
Ella simply watched with amusement.
This kind of drama wasn’t uncommon in bars, though usually it was men fighting over women.
"Amanda, weren’t you dancing inside? What brings you out here?"
"Linda said the bar area was livelier than the dance floor tonight, so I came to check it out. Didn’t expect to run into this hottie."
Amanda flashed Zhou Yi a sultry smile.
Claire snapped her fingers at Ella. "Ella, bring us some drinks. Tonight, whoever drinks the most gets to take Alan home. You game?"
Zhou Yi tried to stop her—he had no intention of leaving with Amanda.
But Claire raised a hand to silence him. "Don’t interfere. This is a battle between women. Alan, just sit back and watch. I’ll win you fair and square."
Her eyes burned with determination as she glared at Amanda, who shrugged. "Fine, let’s do it."
Ella brought over a crate of alcohol, grinning. "Didn’t think I’d get to see a drinking contest between you two tonight. This’ll be fun."
Claire sat beside Zhou Yi, Amanda took the seat next to Claire, and the rest of the women gathered around to watch.
The two began downing bottle after bottle.
Claire had an impressive tolerance, and Amanda wasn’t far behind. At first, they drank effortlessly, laughing and chatting without a care.
But eventually, Amanda started to falter. Claire smirked.
"So, Amanda, need me to call a friend to take you home? Looks like you’re about to tap out."
"N-no, I can keep going..."
Amanda was stubborn, but soon she was slumped over the bar, completely wasted.
Claire nudged her, but Amanda was out cold.
Claire’s friends cheered in triumph.
Claire was drunk too, but not as badly as Amanda.
She turned to Zhou Yi, her gaze hazy, lips slightly parted. "Alan, I won. I’m taking you home..."
She stood up from the stool, swaying unsteadily. Zhou Yi quickly caught her, pulling her into his arms.
Claire cupped his face and kissed him deeply, Zhou Yi responding in kind. When they finally broke apart, she tugged him toward the exit.
"Ella, put tonight’s drinks on my tab."
"Of course, Miss Claire."
Zhou Yi half-carried Claire out of the bar. "Claire, where do you live?" he asked.
But under the glow of the streetlights, she pulled him into another passionate kiss, the night breeze doing nothing to cool her ardor.
The wind tousled her curls, her red dress fluttering like scattered petals—living up to her wild rose reputation.
Drunk, Claire was even more alluring.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes mesmerizing, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
"Claire, let’s get you home first."
"Sorry, you’re just too handsome. I couldn’t help myself."
Zhou Yi chuckled helplessly.
After Claire gave him her address, he hailed a cab.
Thankfully, he wasn’t as drunk as she was—otherwise, who knew what reckless things they might’ve done on the street.
In the car, he told her,
"Even if you’d lost, I wouldn’t have gone with her."
Claire leaned against his shoulder and laughed softly. "I know. I just wanted to drink them under the table. Seeing me fight so hard, you’d have no choice but to come home with me. And look—I won you fair and square."
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but admire her. Claire was truly captivating.
When they arrived, Zhou Yi stared at the villa in disbelief.
Was this city just overflowing with wealthy people?
And he’d somehow met two in one night?
Guess Zhou Yi’s luck was just that good.
This was also why Ella favored Claire—she had money.
Claire fished out her keys and handed them to Zhou Yi. "Open the door."
Zhou Yi teased, "So I’ve stumbled upon a wealthy heiress?"
Claire smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and shook her head with a smile. "Not a heiress. Just a spoiled rich girl who only knows how to spend."
Ah. A pampered socialite.
Zhou Yi unlocked the door, and the moment they stepped inside, Claire kicked off her heels. She shut the door behind them and immediately pushed Zhou Yi against it, kissing him hungrily.
They barely made it past the entrance before they were tangled in each other’s arms, lips locked in a heated embrace.
The house was pitch-dark, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Then Zhou Yi’s phone rang.
The glow from the screen lit up his pocket.
Zhou Yi gently pulled away from Claire and checked the caller ID—Xie Tingwan.
Claire snatched the phone from him, hit the power button, and tossed it onto the nearby rug.
"Once you’re in my home, you’re not allowed to think about other women."
She’d mistaken the caller for some past flame Zhou Yi couldn’t forget.
"Fine."
Zhou Yi didn’t bother retrieving the phone.
He scooped Claire into his arms and carried her upstairs.
Her bedroom was spacious. Zhou Yi stripped off his shirt while Claire lay naked on the bed.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of passionate moans.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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