The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today-Chapter 920: Second Uncle, Is That You?

Song Zhongming didn’t pour the wine carelessly; he had his own agenda.

Because the person being poured with wine, like Song Qingyang.

After the banquet, Song Qingyang was already too drunk to recognize anyone, so Song Zhongming had a servant escort her back to her room.

Yu Dou was slightly better off, but couldn’t conceal his intoxication; he pressed his fingers against his temples several times, his face turning red.

Song Zhongming thought the time was right and said to Yu Dou, "This batch of wine was given to me by a friend recently, and it’s my first time serving it to guests. You might not be used to it. However, it’s not a problem; Nanshan Residence has plenty of empty rooms. I think you should stay at Nanshan tonight!"

Yu Dou intended to shake his head in refusal, saying he could call his assistant to pick him up.

Song Zhongming naturally wouldn’t agree. After a few more words of persuasion, he summoned a servant to escort Yu Dou to a room.

Yu Dou, swaying unsteadily, found it impossible to resist and was thus taken to a room.

After the servant left, Yu Dou, leaning against the bed, tugged at his collar, his originally dazed eyes clearing a bit.

He looked at Song Qingyang lying beside him and gave a faint smile.

He hadn’t expected Song Zhongming to go so far as to scheme with his own daughter to win him over quickly.

When Song Yichuan and Shi Nuan got engaged, the reason Song Zhongming agreed was probably not for his son.

But for the ten percent shares of the Shi Family in Shi Nuan’s hands.

This man truly was ruthless; his own son’s health deteriorated until he eventually passed away.

The only daughter left could also be used for transactions, even sold out.

In his heart, there was really not a trace of familial affection to be found.

Looking at the perfectly curvaceous figure on the bed, occasionally twisting uneasily, Song Qingyang.

He felt his throat dry up and cursed Song Zhongming again under his breath.

Initially, he thought Song Zhongming only planned to get them drunk; now it seemed he had even drugged the wine.

It was his oversight; had he known, he wouldn’t have cooperated so smoothly by coming inside.

Pressing his lips together, he told himself that he had to leave while his mind still held some semblance of reason.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He stood up, intending to leave, but just as he began to move, Song Qingyang, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Her eyes opened, and they were surprisingly wet.

She spoke, her voice pleading, "I feel uncomfortable..."

Song Qingyang wasn’t unattractive to begin with, her figure especially stunning, and with that kind of gaze fixed on him.

Yu Dou, a man over thirty who was also drugged, indeed found it hard to control himself.

Besides, he questioned why he should restrain himself.

Initially agreeing to get engaged to Song Qingyang, wasn’t it with the preparation of marrying her?

If not, what was the point of the engagement?

Indeed, he had long set the path for his future life.

Though lost and uneasy at times during this process, he never dared to stray.

Otherwise, how could he possibly face that person, possibly face them?

Song Qingyang, likely under the effect of the drug, began to cry more bitterly, clutching Yu Dou’s hand tighter.

She said, "Don’t leave, I... I feel uncomfortable!"

Yu Dou’s body was on fire due to the drug’s effect, reason slowly collapsing.

He slightly moved his fingers, stared at the woman for a moment, then asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Song Qingyang looked at him in a daze, "Who are you? Who are you? Second Uncle... Is it you? Second Uncle... Second Uncle, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Dou frowned, suddenly gripped the woman’s chin, and harshly pushed her onto the bed...