WPG Takes the Initiative: Getting Drunk on One's Own!

Xia Yuqing had only drunk two glasses of beer, but her face was already flushed, and her eyes were a bit hazy.

"An classmate, let's... drink more." Xia Yuqing took the initiative to invite a toast, but she didn't even realize her speech was starting to falter.

That was a classic sign of drunkenness!

An Wuyang didn't take the chance to pour her another glass, nor did he have any intention of getting her drunk—what kind of scumbag would think of that?

Although An Wuyang didn't consider himself a good person, he wasn't so despicable as to get someone drunk.

"What's your phone password?" An Wuyang asked directly.

"520303." Xia Yuqing barely kept her wits, but under the influence of alcohol, and most importantly, based on her 90-point favorability, she told An Wuyang her password outright.

'520303.' An Wuyang showed a hint of a smile.

Most people would see this password as two sets of numbers, '520' and '303,' and guess that '303' was important to Xia Yuqing.

But An Wuyang knew the correct breakdown was '52' and '0303,' because 0303 was his birthday—he was born on March 3, 2003.

'So you deliberately got yourself drunk?' An Wuyang looked at the flushed Xia Yuqing, who seemed to be playing a very old-school game.

Jiang Ziya fishing—willing to take the bait?

Was she the fish?

But he hadn't even cast his line yet, and she was already jumping onto the shore?

Did that make sense?

"Where do you live?" An Wuyang asked again.

"Zhuyu Garden, No. 98, Unit 1, Apartment 101." Xia Yuqing spoke in fits and starts, her eyes growing more dazed. Clearly, she had a low tolerance for alcohol—just two glasses of beer had her tipsy.

An Wuyang noted the address, then sent it to Xia Yuqing on WeChat so he wouldn't forget later.

"An classmate, let's have another drink." Xia Yuqing invited again.

An Wuyang flatly refused and called out, "Boss, check, please. And pack it up."

He planned to take Xia Yuqing home first—he had no base intentions of taking advantage of her.

At least, An Wuyang felt he wasn't that low!

Maybe that was the difference between people?

"Little brother, the total is 182 yuan. Just give me 180." The middle-aged boss came over with the bill, then glanced at the clearly drunk Xia Yuqing.

"Little brother, make sure to take your belongings. We have surveillance in the shop, but losing stuff is still a hassle." The middle-aged boss added a reminder.

An Wuyang looked at the middle-aged boss with slight surprise, catching the subtext.

On the surface, the boss was reminding him to take his things, but the real point was that the shop had cameras. If An Wuyang had any shady intentions toward Xia Yuqing and she later called the police, the security footage would serve as evidence.

At the very least, it could prove Xia Yuqing was taken away by An Wuyang while drunk.

"Thanks for the reminder, boss. She's my classmate. I'm taking her home now." An Wuyang explained briefly to show he understood the hint.

The middle-aged boss gave a dry laugh.

"Paid. Thanks, boss." An Wuyang showed his phone screen, then walked over to Xia Yuqing, helped her up with his right hand, and picked up the packed fresh meat barbecue with his left before leaving Xiao Fang Fresh Meat Barbecue.

When they reached the roadside, the Premium Ride he had booked was already waiting. The driver even stood by the rear door, opening it for them as An Wuyang helped Xia Yuqing over.

After they got into the back seat, the driver walked around the trunk, got into the driver's seat, and drove off without a word, showing no excessive curiosity about An Wuyang and Xia Yuqing's situation.

About fifteen minutes later, the Premium Ride arrived at the first destination. An Wuyang spoke up, "Sorry to trouble you, driver. Please wait a moment. I'll take her up and come right back."

"Sure, sir." The driver replied briefly.

An Wuyang helped Xia Yuqing out of the car, then used her phone to find 'Mom' in her contacts and dialed the number.

In less than twenty seconds, the call was answered.

"Qingqing." A woman's voice came through.

"Hello, Auntie." An Wuyang greeted first, about to introduce himself, but was cut off.

"Who are you? Why are you using Qingqing's phone?" The woman's voice asked urgently.

"I'm Xia Yuqing's classmate, An Wuyang. We're at the entrance of Zhuyu Garden. She's drunk, and I brought her back. Could you come pick her up, Auntie?" An Wuyang asked.

"Yes, of course. I'll be right there." The woman replied quickly.

"Alright, we'll wait for you at the Zhuyu Garden entrance. Don't worry, Auntie. I won't hang up." An Wuyang explained.

"I'll be there soon. Thank you." The woman's voice relaxed a little.

In less than three minutes, An Wuyang saw a woman with a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, and a pretty face, but with a look of urgency, running straight toward him.

As she ran over, she sized up An Wuyang and Xia Yuqing's condition.

Seeing that Xia Yuqing's clothes were neat and her makeup intact, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, then took a moment to look at An Wuyang.

Her first impression of An Wuyang was that he was quite handsome, with a sunny-boy vibe. She also noticed his steady demeanor—he didn't flinch or look embarrassed under her scrutiny.

"Hello, An classmate. I'm Qingqing's mom, Lin Xin." Lin Xin introduced herself.

"Hello, Auntie Lin." An Wuyang greeted her while making a motion to hand Xia Yuqing over to Lin Xin.

Lin Xin took Xia Yuqing from An Wuyang's arms and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, An classmate. Our Qingqing can't hold her liquor well. I've really put you out."

An Wuyang replied with a smile, "It's no trouble at all."

Lin Xin didn't dwell on her thanks. She gestured and said, "This way, An classmate. It's too hot outside. Let's head back first."

An Wuyang declined. "Sorry, Aunt Lin, the rideshare is still waiting for me outside. I'll visit another time if I get the chance."

"That works. You're welcome to come over anytime, An classmate," Lin Xin replied politely.

As for the "next time" they mentioned, it was merely a formality.

In modern social etiquette, whenever someone says "next time" without setting a specific date, it's just polite small talk, not a genuine invitation for another meeting.

An Wuyang was born into a wealthy and influential family. His mother was a senior partner at a law firm and a marriage attorney, exceptionally skilled at navigating interpersonal relationships and reading people.

Having been raised by his mother, An Wuyang handled these social situations with ease. How could he not recognize polite pleasantries when he heard them?