Qin Chuan's eyes widened as he stared hard at Lu Mingyu. "So you had someone drink me under the table just for your wedding night?!"
"Aren't you still standing? I'll have the driver take you back later. You worked hard today." As Lu Mingyu spoke, he felt around in his pocket, pulled out a red envelope, and stuffed it into Qin Chuan's hand.
"It's getting late. I'm heading back with Shi An." With that, he strode away.
Qin Chuan squeezed the red envelope in his hand. Lu Mingyu was quite generous, after all. The envelope felt thin, so it probably contained a check.
He happily opened it, only to find a one-yuan bill inside.
Qin Chuan froze, his face flushing red with anger.
Where the hell had that brat dug up a one-yuan bill?!
He had drunk so much on Lu Mingyu's behalf, and he was only worth one yuan?!
Lu Mingyu took Song Shi'an back to Henghu Villa.
When Song Shi'an was whisked away, he still looked confused. "We haven't even told Mom and Dad we're leaving. Why are we in such a hurry?"
"I already told them. It's late, and we've been busy all day. You're tired too, so I thought we should head back early and rest." Lu Mingyu's eyes darkened, his voice impossibly hoarse.
Song Shi'an nodded without suspecting anything.
The two returned to their room, and Song Shi'an tiredly lay down on the bed.
The whole day had indeed been exhausting. He had gotten up early to change clothes, follow the route, attend the ceremony, and then deal with all sorts of people afterward.
Song Shi'an let out a breath. He would take a bath later and go straight to sleep.
Before he could react, his body suddenly grew light as Lu Mingyu picked him