Chapter 120: Drunken Return Home—Tormented by the Landlady

The young man at the head of the table’s expression darkened.

Whether the newcomer was Liu Yurong’s boyfriend didn’t matter. What mattered was that tonight’s chance with the enchanting married woman had slipped away. You couldn’t just forcibly keep a beauty like her, could you?

This wasn’t some gangland meeting where you’d beat someone up and toss them into the Huangpu River, ignoring everything else, or carry the lady upstairs by force.

…

“Ah… Ah Long, you’re here.”

The voice, slurred from wine, belonged to Sophie. However, when Zhang Long saw the girl quickly wink at him, it was clear she wasn’t truly drunk—just unwilling to let go.

Everyone present was either a senior distributor or a channel partner; none could be easily offended.

As for Liu Yurong, judging by her unsteady, wine-drenched state, she was genuinely tipsy, overwhelmed by the alcohol.

Zhang Long stepped forward to support Liu Yurong. The fragrance of her body mingled with the scent of wine, and the soft, supple touch of her figure was undeniable—but such details were best left unspoken and unprovoked.

“Boyfriend?”

“You say it is, then it is.”

The young man at the head of the table remained silent, but some lackeys wouldn’t allow Liu Yurong to be taken away so easily.

Even if he truly were her husband, they would try to stop him.

“None of your damn business.”

Now was not the time to be soft. The firmer the stance, the more credible it seemed. Zhang Long waved his hand indifferently. “If you keep causing trouble, I’ll call the police. Want me to?”

Regardless of who the boyfriend was, no one wanted to provoke the police to get involved.

Seeing this, Sophie’s distributor colleagues chose not to expose anything further. Silence was golden.

Revealing the truth would harm everyone involved.

“X… Xiao Long.”

Suddenly, Liu Yurong exhaled softly, murmuring. Supported and leaning on Zhang Long’s shoulder, she felt an inexplicable sense of security and fulfillment. Everyone knew she was drunk, her senses dulled, yet here, resting on this stranger-yet-familiar shoulder, she felt somewhat lucid.

She couldn’t help but whisper softly.

“May I ask your name, brother?”

Suddenly, the refined, handsome young man sitting upright at the head of the table spoke firmly but did not stand, as if implying, “You’re not worthy of me standing up for you.” Zhang Long responded casually, “No name changes, no identity changes.”

“Perhaps fate will bring us together next time.”

…

Zhang Long left, taking Liu Yurong with him. Sophie did not follow; she still had to stay behind to smooth things over and clean up tonight’s mess.

“Ugh, where is this…”

The scene shifted. After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Long asked Liu Yurong several times where she lived, but the intoxicated girl couldn’t answer.

He searched her bag but found no business cards or addresses, so he had no choice but to bring her home.

“To your old place.”

Liu Yurong wasn’t completely out cold and still had some strength left; otherwise, Zhang Long wouldn’t have been able to carry her.

When drunk, the body becomes utterly limp and heavy, making it difficult even for two or three people to support, which was quite peculiar.

Moreover, Liu Yurong was quite voluptuous.

“My… my home?”

Liu Yurong’s eyes were blurred and doubled from the drink, barely able to see clearly. She mumbled something but quickly forgot it, only wanting to lie down on a big bed and sleep—a deep fatigue weighing on her lately.

“Phew, heavy.”

After a moment in the soft bed of the bedroom, Zhang Long breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Yurong must have weighed around 60 kilograms, but drunk, it felt like a hundred.

Although there had been numerous subtle touches and brushes along the way, it was truly exhausting.

Next time, he vowed not to carry her again.

“Ugh… uncomfortable.”

Suddenly, Liu Yurong moaned softly while twisting on the bed, her chubby, fair hands weakly lifting and lowering as if trying to remove the restrictive clothes. Sleeping in her outfit was uncomfortable.

Zhang Long had already helped her remove the coat and vest; now only the qipao remained. If she tried to take that off too, only her underwear would remain.

“Ugh… hot, hot.”

The blurred Liu Yurong twisted restlessly, her legs crossing and fluttering. Zhang Long realized she wanted to take off her shoes and helped her do so, revealing a pair of pale, tender feet emitting a faint, delicate fragrance.

Her toes were not painted but were pink, translucent, and glossy, very enticing.

Freed from her shoes, her ten toes instinctively twitched slightly, creating another wave of temptation that even a monk would find hard to resist.

Zhang Long’s breath caught; he felt a little overwhelmed.

…

“Buzz, buzz buzz~”

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, pulling Zhang Long’s thoughts back to reality. He took a deep breath, still inhaling that faint scent, shook his head, and checked the phone.

“Phew~ I’m dizzy. Take care of Yurong but don’t take advantage of her while she’s drunk.”

It was Sophie’s broken voice message.

“Got it, don’t worry.”

Zhang Long replied by text, but Sophie sent no more messages. Whether she was truly dizzy or chose silence was unclear. He returned his attention to Liu Yurong, still twisting and wanting to undress, murmuring about discomfort and heat.

“Amida Buddha, sorry…”

Seeing this, Zhang Long knew he had to help. He silently pleaded for the Buddha’s forgiveness as he began to undo the buttons of the qipao. With each button released, her breathing and blood flow became more erratic, a restless emotion surging and spreading.

Still, Zhang Long maintained his bottom line and willpower, just as he had with Liang Xue before.

“Phew, good, good.”

The qipao was undone, but beneath was a well-fitting strapless undergarment and modest panties, more conservative than typical lingerie and not revealing.

Though no private parts were exposed, her fair and voluptuous figure was still striking.

A perfectly plump, top-tier beauty.

“Damn, just mess with me then.”

Zhang Long cursed softly, wryly smiling. What a night this had been. Taking advantage of someone drunk was unacceptable, and if Liu Yurong had been more aware and proactive, he wouldn’t have been so tormented by the rush of blood and emotions, struggling to suppress himself.

Thankfully, it was over. Time to rest.

“Ugh… water, water.”

Just as Zhang Long tucked Liu Yurong into bed and turned to leave, the landlady murmured again, repeating “water, water.”

Zhang Long rubbed his forehead in exasperation, placed a glass of plain water by the bedside, and helped Liu Yurong drink, but she refused.

“Put… water, put…”

What the hell? Zhang Long exploded inwardly.

Watching Liu Yurong turn her head away from the glass, mumbling about not wanting to drink water but to urinate, his temples throbbed. This was too much to handle.

“Consider it a debt I owe you.”

Zhang Long sighed deeply, speechless, and carried Liu Yurong to the bathroom without further comment.

…

Outside, rain drizzled softly.

The night passed quietly. At dawn, in a bedroom on the Bund, a beautiful married woman gradually opened her eyes, bleary and confused. She looked around at the unfamiliar room and bed, rebooting her mind.

She had no memory of why she was there, only recalling entertaining clients at a certain restaurant.

“Hm?”

She blinked dazedly.

Seeing she was dressed only in a strapless undergarment and modest panties, the beautiful woman’s heart trembled.

She tried to recall last night, but no matter how hard she tried, nothing came to mind. The last memory was of a handsome young man carrying her out of the private room at the restaurant, then nothing.

“Phew.”

She exhaled in relief.

Feeling her body, she confirmed the strapless and panties were still intact.

Hurrying, she got up, dressed, and put on her shoes.

“Hmm? Where is this?”

After dressing, Liu Yurong stepped out of the bedroom, looking at the familiar yet strange living room and the sofa where Zhang Long still slept, covered with a thin blanket. A faint memory stirred in her mind but remained vague.

Seeing she was at Zhang Long’s place, Liu Yurong finally relaxed. Brother Long’s character could be trusted—he was upright and no pervert.

As for why her qipao had been removed last night, or whether anything else had happened, she chose not to think about it.

It was unimportant and only caused trouble.

“Oh? Sister Liu, you’re awake?”

Just then, Zhang Long’s eyes fluttered open. Judging by the time, he had naturally awoken. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Liu Yurong staring blankly and greeted her.

Open and natural, without any guilt.

“Thank you for last night.”

Though she didn’t know why she was there, she guessed her friend Sophie had called Zhang Long to help. Liu Yurong was a sensible woman and spoke with genuine gratitude.

“No big deal.”

Zhang Long sat up, yawned, and said, “There are some toiletries in the bathroom from my partner. Sister Liu, if you don’t mind, you can freshen up.”

“Maybe we can talk a bit, too.”

…

“Sophie told you everything?”

After washing up, Zhang Long prepared a simple breakfast and sat down to eat while chatting—eggs, milk, bread—all staples kept at home.

“Yes, briefly.”

Zhang Long nodded, sipped his hot milk, then asked, “How much are you selling the studio property for?”

Liu Yurong was taken aback by the directness.

“Around 15 million.”

“Clear title?”

She nodded. “Although it’s mortgaged to a lending company, the ownership is clear—just like the apartment you live in now.”

“Better if it’s fully paid off.”

Zhang Long was noncommittal. “The studio’s commercial space has some investment value, but Sophie wanted me to consider investing in your studio again. Operations will continue as before. With slow returns and your debts, I want value.”

“I can buy the commercial property itself as a real estate investment. As for the studio’s future prospects?”

Liu Yurong understood and pondered.

Honestly, the reason the studio’s annual revenue looked decent was that her husband was paying the mortgage. All operating income went to her, so the numbers appeared good.

But in reality, annual profit was at best 300,000 to 500,000 yuan—a modest figure.

The lending company’s constant debt collection made operations impossible. Without that, the income would roughly cover family expenses and education.

So even if Zhang Long only bought the property to give Liu Yurong peace of mind, it would solve a major problem.

The remaining debt could be paid off slowly.

“Alright, I understand.”

After discussing some details, Liu Yurong took her leave. Zhang Long pinched the bridge of his nose. The commercial space was a good investment, with potential to appreciate two to three times in the future, much like current residential properties.

As for Liu Yurong’s painting studio, he would decide whether to invest based on potential and plans. If returns were too low, he would just be a landlord.

This whole affair had turned Zhang Long overnight into a landlord, while the landlady…?

The roles had reversed: the young married woman became the tenant.

As for what special, perhaps intimate things might have happened last night, Liu Yurong hadn’t even mentioned it.

She knew boundaries and propriety—not an easy thing.

“Alright, let’s get to work!”

Snapping back to the present, Zhang Long exhaled lightly, no longer dwelling on Liu Yurong. It was Friday; the stock market and futures were open for one more day. Time to make money.

The last chance this month to rake in profits—buying luxury homes or commercial properties required capital. Time to grind.

ps: Daily update, first post 3,000 words.

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