Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 212 : A Fun Night With Friends (3)

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 : A Fun Night With Friends (3)

"Senior Shen!"

Lin Ruoye rushed toward him and tugged at his wrist.

"I am sorry," she whispered. "I know I said it would only be the people from Yunhuan, but I ran across Senior Wu when I failed to book a room. He kindly allowed us to use the room he booked throughout the year. You don’t mind, do you...?"

An uneasy smile spread across Shen Jingwei’s face.

Yan Renzhong wouldn’t be happy if he knew that Wu Jin joined the karaoke party.

Then again, it was extremely impolite of him to bail just because Wu Jin was there.

Besides...

His eyes drifted toward Feng Jietang, who was in the middle of downing his second glass of beer.

They had not entered the karaoke room yet, and here was Feng Jietang, drinking one glass after another like a world-class drinker.

Shen Jingwei sighed inwardly.

"No, of course not," he said. "Let’s go."

"Okay, everyone, now that Senior Shen is here, let’s gooo!" Lin Ruoye cried out excitedly.

As everyone gathered their belongings, Lin Ruoye pulled Shen Jingwei aside and whispered to him urgently.

"Senior Shen, Senior Feng is in a very bad shape. Can you please comfort him?"

"Sure."

Feng Jietang was the main reason he joined the karaoke party.

Still in a daze, Feng Jietang was the only one who had yet to rise to his feet.

Shen Jingwei stepped next to him and pulled at his elbow.

"Come on," he urged Feng Jietang, who raised his head to give Shen Jingwei a blank stare. "Let’s go. Everyone is going."

"Mmmh."

Feng Jietang stood up and followed Shen Jingwei’s lead.

"Little Shen, you are here."

"Yes, I am here."

Feng Jietang furrowed his brows slightly.

"Why aren’t you with... That jackass?"

Even when drunk, he couldn’t stop thinking about Yan Renzhong. Shen Jingwei couldn’t help but chuckle.

"He has one last job tonight."

"Oh. Hardworking. Gooo," Feng Jietang said in a slurred voice.

"Hahaha. Yes, yes, hardworking."

When the group arrived in their private room, it quickly split into three particular sub-groups.

There was the singing sub-group, the drinking sub-group, and the eating sub-group.

The eating group mainly consisted of Feng Jietang, who was too drunk to sing and drink, and Shen Jingwei, who was busy feeding him some french fries to sober him up.

Feng Jietang obediently finished an entire plate of french fries on his own before the beer rushed up his throat and he had to throw up.

Shen Jingwei dragged him from the private room to the male toilet and patiently rubbed the man’s back as he emptied his stomach into a toilet bowl.

"Uarghhhhhh..."

"It’s okay, let it all out."

Shen Jingwei extended a bottle of water in Feng Jietang’s direction.

"Here, keep yourself hydrated."

Feng Jietang looked at him with bleary eyes.

"Can’t... open," he said in a pitiful tone. "Handsome, can you help me...?"

Shen Jingwei chuckled.

"Yes, let this handsome brother help you open the water bottle. Here, have a sip..."

Feng Jietang took a sip and then slumped across the toilet bowl.

"Feng Jietang? Hey. Jietang, wake up."

"Zzzzz..."

Shen Jingwei began tapping the other man’s cheek, but he was out cold.

"Jietang.... gosh."

Shen Jingwei draped one of Feng Jietang’s arms around his shoulder and grabbed the latter by the waist.

Feng Jietang was taller and bigger than him, but thankfully Shen Jingwei was still able to support him.

Carefully, Shen Jingwei moved Feng Jietang from the toilet back to the private room.

But when they arrived, the room was empty.

"..."

Shen Jingwei could barely believe his eyes.

He left Feng Jietang on a couch and rushed toward the reception table.

"Excuse me, did my friends leave? Room 102 is empty," Shen Jingwei reported.

The receptionist immediately knew what Shen Jingwei was talking about.

"Ohhh, Mr. Shen, correct? Yes, your friends left earlier because too many of them were drunk. Miss Lin Ruoye left you a message, begging you to please take Mr. Feng Jietang home."

"..."

Oh, well.

His eyes were drawn to the clock on the wall.

It was already 11 PM.

If he didn’t get home soon, Yan Renzhong was going to be quite upset.

Shen Jingwei thus hauled Feng Jietang out of the private room and lowered him onto one of the long benches at the lobby.

"Okay, Jietang, let’s get you home... Ehh...?"

Shen Jingwei rummaged inside his pockets but he couldn’t find his phone.

He rushed back into the private room to find his phone, but it was nowhere to be found.

"No way..."

Panic rose in Shen Jingwei’s heart.

Of all the time to lose his phone!

"Excuse me," he said as soon as he returned to the reception table. "Can I please make a call? I need to hail a cab to take my friend home."

The receptionist visibly hesitated.

"But Sir, where is your phone?"

"I lost it," Shen Jingwei answered, a little impatiently.

"But Sir, if you lost your phone, how can you pay for the taxi fares...?"

Good point.

"... Never mind, thank you."

Shen Jingwei plopped down next to the sleeping Feng Jietang and buried his head in both hands.

Peak Point Shooting Studio was not far from here.

Yunhuan Hotel too, was not far from here.

Feng Jietang was the little brother of Yunhuan Entertainment’s CEO.

Surely the hotel would agree to let him stay overnight.

And they might probably be kind enough to lend him some money for taxi, too...

With that plan in mind, Shen Jingwei hauled Feng Jietang back on his feet and dragged him in the direction of Yunhuan Hotel.

Close before midnight, Yan Renzhong arrived at their shared apartment to find it completely empty.

It was already so late, but Shen Jingwei was not yet home.

Yan Renzhong pulled out his phone and saw a message from an unknown number.

The sender sent him several images and one video clip.

All of them depicted Shen Jingwei, who was supporting Feng Jietang’s limp body as they moved into Yunhuan Hotel together.