Chapter 130 Tan Zong Drinks and Ends Up in the Hospital
Song Ni’s somber mood had been significantly dispelled by Cheng Jing, and she now understood why Tan Zheng had chosen him to guide her. Thinking about it carefully, most of the people Tan Zheng was close to, besides Li Qiao and Lu Fang, possessed a somewhat humorous nature, at least among those she knew. Was this what was meant by complementary personalities?
Song Ni put down her wine glass and asked, "How's your driving now?"
Cheng Jing was silent for a moment, and after confirming that Song Ni had indeed heard about him from Tan Zheng, he became happy again. "It's pretty good." His words were filled with undisguised pride and boastfulness.
Song Ni looked at the rain still falling outside the window and asked again, "Can you drive in the rain?"
"Of course."
"Then take me for a drive." There was no point in staying in this bar.
Hearing this, Cheng Jing subconsciously looked at Zhou Jin beside him. Seeing that he was frowning just like himself, he refused without thinking. What would it look like if he drove Song Ni for a drive? Tan Zheng would skin him. "That might not be possible."
Song Ni retracted her gaze from the window and raised her eyebrows, looking silently at Cheng Jing, demanding a reasonable explanation.
Cheng Jing raised his wine glass. "I've been drinking, so it's not convenient."
Song Ni suddenly let out a short, ironic laugh. As expected of someone Tan Zheng had coached, his words were just the same. Smiling, Song Ni's mood became gloomy again. She was annoyed by how everything she did or heard reminded her of Tan Zheng.
To be honest, how long had they known each other? A mere three months. Undeniably, she and Tan Zheng did have a certain understanding, which was why they got along so well. This was probably why she had fallen for him so quickly.
Song Ni lowered her eyes and gave a silent smile. She picked up her wine glass and drank it all down. "Fan Yun Fu Yu" was indeed a good name, just like her mood, it was unpredictable. Sometimes she remembered Tan Zheng’s goodness, sometimes she was angry about his questioning that day, sometimes she regretted speaking impulsively and saying the wrong thing, and sometimes she resented Tan Zheng for leaving her in Yu City like this without making an effort to coax her.
Song Ni suddenly wanted to get drunk. She asked Zhou Jin and Cheng Jing to sit down, then ordered a table full of wine. Cheng Jing and Zhou Jin looked at each other speechlessly. Song Ni clearly wanted to get drunk and wanted them to accompany her.
Zhou Jin was getting restless. If Mr. Tan found out that he had accompanied his wife to get drunk at a bar, let alone the year-end bonus, his job might be in jeopardy.
Perhaps because Zhou Jin was there, Song Ni drank somewhat recklessly, as if she was letting herself go. Tilting her head back, she drank a glass of wine. She noticed Zhou Jin’s restlessness and let out a humming laugh. Her voice, now slightly slurred from the alcohol, was lazy, deep, and the tone of her words was a bit distant. "Assistant Zhou, have a drink. What, you don't want to drink with me? Or is it..."
Song Ni reached out and lightly hooked his chin in the air with her finger, in a teasing manner. "You can't sit still, you want to call that dog man to report?"
Zhou Jin was indeed getting restless. Especially when the slightly drunk Song Ni’s eyes were full of charm, he didn't dare to look too much. After Song Ni made that teasing gesture, he felt his chin go numb, and then his whole body began to tingle, not from shyness, but from fear. If Mr. Tan found out his wife had teased him, his life would be over. With that thought, Zhou Jin shot up and stood. "Madam, drinking is bad for your health. You've had enough."
Song Ni curled the corners of her lips and asked, "What, you're going to control even my drinking now?"
Zhou Jin couldn't speak. He didn't know what had happened between Mr. Tan and Madam, but he could feel the suppressed anger from both sides these past few days. They had clearly quarreled, and he, a mere assistant, was the one suffering.
"I wouldn't dare," Song Ni sneered and waved her hand at him. Zhou Jin was startled, immediately walked out, and took out his phone to report to Tan Zheng.
After teasing Zhou Jin, Song Ni turned her attention to Cheng Jing. "What's your prescription?"
Cheng Jing looked bewildered, but he should answer truthfully what his "teacher's wife" asked. "There's no prescription, I just wear glasses out of habit."
Song Ni nodded as if she understood. "Oh, so you wear these things to look cool."
Cheng Jing: ... It wasn't wrong to put it that way. "Then take them off and let me wear them, I'll look cool too."
Cheng Jing hesitated, unsure of how drunk Song Ni was. But she had ordered a table full of wine, so her alcohol tolerance was probably high, and she had only had two glasses so far. So Cheng Jing took off his glasses and handed them to Song Ni. The latter took them but didn't put them on. Instead, she idly fiddled with them in her hand and then curved her lips, smiling. "You look much better without glasses."
Cheng Jing also couldn't sit still. Song Ni was clearly taking turns, after teasing Zhou Jin, now she was teasing him! No wonder his earlier attempt at flirting had failed to pique her interest. It turned out her skill level was far higher than his. "Sister-in-law, please don't be like this. Brother Tan will kill me."
Hearing the change in his address, Song Ni only paused for a moment, then smiled. She knew that the people around Tan Zheng would be so simple and odd. Cheng Jing's earlier address of "teacher's wife" was clearly meant to make her laugh.
Song Ni stopped teasing and placed the glasses on the table. She straightened her expression and asked, "Why are you two so afraid of him?"
Zhou Jin happened to return and heard this sentence. He silently answered in his heart, could he not fear the boss who paid him? Cheng Jing, however, was the first to unhurriedly pick up his glasses and put them back on, smiling faintly. "It's not fear, it's respect. Brother Tan is very capable."
Song Ni fell silent. Of course, she knew Tan Zheng was very capable. How could someone who founded the GN Group with his own hands not be capable? Looking at Zhou Jin, she asked, "Are you done reporting?"
Zhou Jin scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. "Mr. Tan has been very busy lately. The group has a lot of accumulated matters, and he's almost always at the company. He has to attend all sorts of events every day, and even someone with a good alcohol tolerance can't handle it. Su Qing answered the phone. Su Qing is Mr. Tan's other assistant. She said Mr. Tan is in the hospital today."
Song Ni's brows furrowed deeply. "What's wrong with him?"
"Excessive drinking. His stomach can't handle it, it's an old problem of Mr. Tan's."
Song Ni's heart skipped a beat. "Doesn't he know to drink less?" Given Tan Zheng's personality, if he didn't want to drink, who could force him?
Zhou Jin thought the same way. He actually didn't understand. In the past, when he attended banquets with Mr. Tan, Mr. Tan only drank a few glasses occasionally. How could he now be drinking himself into the hospital? "I'm not too sure. Mr. Tan has also been busy with Tan's affairs recently."
Song Ni paused. She suddenly thought of what Qin Yang had said. Mr. Tan had appeared at the press conference, so it seemed he was indeed planning to gradually take over Tan's. So he had been busy with the affairs of two groups during this time?
Song Ni took out her phone and realized her complaints were somewhat unreasonable. She had blocked Tan Zheng on WeChat and by phone. From so far away in Xingcheng, how could Tan Zheng possibly coax her?
Song Ni thought for a moment, unblocked Tan Zheng's number, and after hesitating for a while, dialed him. To her surprise, he answered very quickly. The familiar deep and sexy male voice came from the other end. "Song Ni?"
Song Ni paused and suddenly looked up at Zhou Jin, only to see him nervously touching his nose. What nonsense! She had been tricked by Zhou Jin. This time, she hung up the phone without any hesitation.
Zhou Jin: ...
Tan Zheng: ...