The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 842 - 857: Are You Looking for Trouble?

Since Qi Shangyu often comes to this bar to drink, the waiter already knew him: "President Qi, you’ve had too much. How about I call a friend to come and pick you up?"

Qi Shangyu pointed at the waiter, his face darkened as he spoke: "Stop talking nonsense, just get me a drink."

The waiter was just being considerate with a reminder, but if the customer insists on drinking, he couldn’t stop him: "Alright, please wait a moment."

Having said that, the waiter took a bottle from the counter and leaned over to pour it into Qi Shangyu’s glass.

Qi Shangyu picked up the glass and downed it in one go. In the vibrant bar, the music blared, and men and women swayed recklessly on the dance floor.

Qi Shangyu kept pouring drink after drink into himself until he was thoroughly drunk, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

"Mr. Qi, should I call your friends and have them pick you up?"

The waiter asked as he looked at Qi Shangyu passed out drunk on the bar counter.

Qi Shangyu lifted his head, ignored the waiter, and staggered out of the bar.

Outside, the sky was already dark, the busy streets illuminated by streetlights, as Qi Shangyu walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.

He didn’t even fasten his seatbelt before starting the car and driving off.

On the way, he ran several red lights, nearly hitting someone, and twenty minutes later, his car stopped at Zhong Li’s residential area. As soon as Qi Shangyu stepped out of the car, he started to vomit, crouching by the flower bed, heaving for a good ten minutes until he threw up the bile in his stomach.

Slightly sobering up, he walked inside and took the elevator, leaning against the wall, his head spinning with discomfort.

With a "ding," the elevator door opened; he stumbled out, walked to Zhong Li’s door, and pressed the doorbell vigorously.

Inside, Zhong Li, who just finished putting on a face mask, thought it was Gu Nanxi returning and opened the door without checking through the peephole.

"President Qi, why did you drink so much?"

Looking at the thoroughly disheveled Qi Shangyu, Zhong Li frowned.

Qi Shangyu stumbled into the house, pulling Zhong Li into his arms: "Why do you have to be my sister? I like you, really like you. I even want to take you away from Gu Nanxi. You definitely can’t be my sister."

Zhong Li was a bit frightened, struggling to push Qi Shangyu away: "President Qi, you’re drunk, please let me go, okay?"

"I don’t want to let you go... Dad said I should go abroad to stay away from you... I won’t agree."

Qi Shangyu rested his head on Zhong Li’s shoulder, his eyes red.

Before Zhong Li could speak, Qi Shangyu was yanked away by Gu Nanxi, who had just returned from the supermarket: "Are you courting death?"

Gu Nanxi looked at Qi Shangyu with a dark expression and punched him hard in the face.

Qi Shangyu, already very drunk, couldn’t stand steady after the punch and fell directly to the ground.

Gu Nanxi pulled Zhong Li over: "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine. He drank too much. He still can’t accept that we’re siblings, so he came here."

Qi Shangyu stood up from the ground with the support of the wall, wiped the blood from his mouth: "Gu Nanxi, I will definitely take Zhong Li away. I won’t allow her to be my sister."

Gu Nanxi wanted to beat him up badly, but his raised fist was stopped by Zhong Li: "Don’t be mad, he’s talking nonsense because he’s drunk. We should just send him back home first."