Chapter 320: This Nickname Is Exclusive To Her

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The alcohol effect hadn’t kicked in completely, and Yan Rusheng felt his footsteps getting more surreal by the minute. He felt like he was treading on clouds and this made him anxious.

“Wait for me here; I’ll go get a taxi.” Ming Ansheng walked with him through the doors and let him rest by a tree outside the bar. He left to flag a taxi by the roadside.

Ming Ansheng drank quite a bit earlier, and his footsteps weren’t that steady either.

I’m drunk. Really drunk.

Yan Rusheng stuffed both hands into his pants and rested his weight entirely against the tree. He lifted his head and shut his eyes.

“Ah Sheng!”

A gentle voice called out from behind him, and the way the lady addressed him melted him instantly.

A tall and slender figure appeared in front of him, but he could only see her long hair. He caught a whiff of the light fragrance emitting from her body.

It was barely noticeable.

He curled his lips in satisfaction. “Stupid woman. Jiang Zhuoheng is in a worse state than me.”

He lurched forward and embraced the woman in front of him, mumbling under his breath.

Fang Jiayin held him instinctively. “Ah Sheng, you drank too much.”

Even though she was 1.7 meters tall, she still struggled to support Yan Rusheng who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and also huge and muscular.

And her heels were quite high, so she kept stumbling.

Yan Rusheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist. “Wen Xuxu, say ‘Ah Sheng, I love you’.”

He wanted to hear it again…

He hasn’t been this drunk in a long time, and his consciousness was ebbing away.

Fang Jiayin’s pretty face fell as she gazed at Yan Rusheng who was resting against her. Her eyes began br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears.

She spoke in a slightly trembling voice, “Ah Sheng, I’m not Xuxu.”

“You’re not Wen Xuxu…” Yan Rusheng held Fang Jiayin as he slowly straightened his back. He raised his head sluggishly and stared at her. He said with a trace of annoyance, “This nickname is exclusive to her, you’re not allowed to call me that.”

He pushed her away forcefully and kept muttering, “This nickname is hers… she’s mine.”

He leaned back against the tree, but his head kept swaying due to giddiness.

“I…” Fang Jiayin bit her lips, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m no longer allowed to use your nickname anymore?”

“Third Yan, the car’s here.”

Ming Ansheng found a taxi and waved at him from the roadside.

Fang Jiayin quickly wiped away her tears and retrieved two tickets from her bag. She stuffed it inside Yan Rusheng’s pocket. “Ah Sheng, these are tickets to my concert. Will you come together with Xuxu?”

This nickname ‘Ah Sheng’ could always soften Yan Rusheng’s heart.

He smiled and nodded lightly. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Ah Sheng.” Fang Jiayin turned her tears into a smile as she supported Yan Rusheng. “You’re drunk, let me help you into the car.”

He had barely taken a few steps when Ming Ansheng caught up to them.

“Fang Jiayin?” Ming Ansheng was slightly startled to see Fang Jiayin, and his gaze landed on Yan Rusheng’s elbow that she was holding up. He hurriedly pulled Yan Rusheng towards him. “Let me help him instead.”

Even though Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu got married to fulfill Grandmother Yan’s final wishes, but nevertheless, they were a married couple now.

Paparazzi always lurked around in this area, and they might be photographed.

Who knows what kind of a misunderstanding it would cause.