Chapter 51: Big Honey: Tangtang, What’s Wrong with Your Leg? (Please Keep Reading)
“Sugar, you’re drunk.”
Zhang Li caught Tang Yan with one arm and leaned his head out the door.
After confirming that no one was in the hallway, he quickly shut the door again.
There was no need to worry about being caught on surveillance; his room had been chosen specifically for its angle.
“I’m not drunk.” Tang Yan’s eyes were glazed as she looked at Zhang Li, chuckling softly. “If I were drunk, Mimi and my assistant wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving me alone in the room, and I wouldn’t have come here.”
If Yang Mi were here, she would definitely be rolling her eyes.
If Tang Yan hadn’t been kicking and screaming on the bed insisting she wasn’t drunk, she would have insisted Zhang Li leave quickly.
She and Tang Yan’s assistant had even helped her wash up after the bath.
“If you’re not drunk, why did you mistake me for Xu Changqing?” Zhang Li’s eyes twinkled with amusement.
Tang Yan pulled out her phone from her pocket, found Yang Mi in her contacts, and was about to ask her to help take her away.
“Ali, what’s wrong?” There was the sound of running water on the other end.
“Hmm~”
Just as Zhang Li was about to speak, Tang Yan suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her head to press her lips against his.
There was no trace of alcohol on her breath; instead, a faint orchid scent lingered.
“Don’t call Mimi over, or I’m not sure what I might say or do,” Tang Yan whispered into Zhang Li’s ear.
It was only because she was over 1.7 meters tall that she could reach him so easily.
“Hey, Ali?” Yang Mi’s puzzled voice came through the phone.
Facing Tang Yan’s wildly flickering eyes, Zhang Li frowned slightly.
Was he the kind of person to give in to threats?
“Mimi, it’s nothing.” Zhang Li held the phone to his mouth. “I just wanted to confirm with you that after lunch tomorrow, we’re heading back to the capital together, right?”
“Mm.” Yang Mi, submerged in the bathtub up to her chest, responded with a hum. “Aren’t you supposed to be signing the contract with Sister K in the morning?”
“Yes, just confirming,” Zhang Li’s voice softened with concern. “It’s late, so get some rest, Mimi. Good night.”
Yang Mi, who was about to say something, swallowed and replied softly, “Good night.”
After hanging up, Yang Mi tilted her head back, her eyes strangely contemplative.
On the other side, Zhang Li looked at Tang Yan and said, “I’ll take you back.”
“I told you, I want to sleep with you,” Tang Yan pouted.
“You say that, and you’re definitely drunk,” Zhang Li raised an eyebrow.
He was considering whether to knock her out and then take her back to her room.
“I’m really not drunk,” Tang Yan clung to Zhang Li. “Tonight is our wedding night; how could I be drunk?”
“I know you’re not Changqing, and I’m not Zixuan. I’m Tang Yan, and the one I like is Zhang Li.”
“Ali, please just let me sleep with you.”
“There are things we didn’t finish during filming; they have to continue.”
With that, Tang Yan suddenly began to take off her clothes.
Underneath her denim jacket was a white shirt that outlined her curves.
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[You acted drunk with Zhang Li once. Alcohol tolerance +1 / Emotional control +1] (Equivalent to Zhang Li)
“Hmm?”
Tang Yan felt a chill enter her mind, and for a moment, her thoughts cleared.
She knew she hadn’t fully left the character she was playing, and drinking at night had only amplified her emotions.
Hence, she couldn’t control the deep affection she felt for Zhang Li, letting it all pour out.
After nearly three months of filming and being together, she had genuinely fallen for Zhang Li.
Tonight, she was going to take the initiative, go all out.
What did being seven years older matter!?
“Ali, I really am not drunk.”
“I like you!”
Tang Yan threw caution to the wind and started to undress Zhang Li.
“Sugar!” Zhang Li sensed her seriousness and, after a moment of hesitation, spoke the truth, “Shi Shi and I have been together for a long time.”
Tang Yan froze mid-motion, her mind clearing further.
“I already knew. Mimi, Hu Ge, and the others could see it; we’re not fools.”
“At first, it was just a guess, but that night at the cinema, I was certain.”
Tang Yan pressed her lips together, her gaze fiery. “So, don’t refuse me tonight.”
With that, Tang Yan stepped back and removed her own clothes.
“Ali, you’re a man, right?”
Zhang Li: “...”
Damn!
[Tang Yan consummated with you once. Constitution +1 / Endurance +1 / Detoxification and beauty +1]
[Tang Yan consummated with you twice. Constitution +1 / Endurance +1 / Detoxification and beauty +1] (Total three times)
[Tang Yan consummated with you four times. Constitution +1 / Endurance +1 / Detoxification and beauty +1] (Total seven times)
That night, Zhang Li deeply appreciated that Tang Yan’s legs were longer than Liu Shi Shi’s.
His constitution increased by three points, and his stamina, endurance, and muscle hardness all improved significantly.
At the same time, he confirmed his suspicion: the difficulty of improvement would gradually increase, as would the time and frequency required for each woman to help him gain experience.
But to him, every woman was a new individual.
One woman gave him three points of constitution.
Five women could help him increase fifteen points.
“I don’t know if an emperor can have three thousand women and ascend to godhood,”
“but I definitely can become superhuman—though this woman has limits; not just anyone will do.”
Zhang Li opened his eyes and began to ponder.
Beside him, the figure was already gone.
Only a faint sound echoed, along with one sentence: “I’ll remember last night for the rest of my life, but you should forget it.”
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“Heh.” Zhang Li gave a calm smile.
He didn’t say anything conceited.
With the “link” in place, he didn’t believe Tang Yan could get away.
“Great Tang Dynasty’s poetic immortal,”
“eating sugar and reciting poetry, floating as pure and bright as a white cloud!”
After getting up, washing, and changing clothes, he went to the buffet restaurant.
It was rare for him to finish breakfast alone. He glanced at the time and thought about meeting Cai Yinong.
Meanwhile, Yang Mi, who had just woken up from sleeping in, thought about how Tang Yan had gotten drunk last night. After washing, she headed to Tang Yan’s room.
“Mimi~”
The door opened, and Yang Mi saw a delicate face like a blooming peach blossom.
“Sugar, you look so beautiful.” Yang Mi embraced Tang Yan, wanting to fuss over her.
They stepped several paces inside, and Tang Yan’s elegant brows furrowed faintly. “You’re still here?”
“I’m waiting for Ali; we’ll leave after lunch.” Yang Mi held Tang Yan’s arm. “Will you come with us then?”
“No.” Tang Yan’s face flickered with unease, but she smiled and declined, “I’m going back to the metropolis; it’s not on the way.”
“I see.” Yang Mi nodded slightly. “Then let’s have lunch together.”
“I want to, but I’m not feeling well.” Tang Yan gave a helpless smile. “I threw up last night. I’m still uncomfortable. I’ve asked Xiaowen to buy me some stomach-nourishing porridge. I want to sleep a bit more this morning.”
“Next time, then. I’ll come to the capital to meet you, and we’ll get together again.”
“I told you, you were drunk.” Yang Mi teased.
But at this point, she didn’t push it further and looked at Tang Yan with concern. “I won’t disturb you anymore. Get some more rest.”
“Okay, please close the door for me.” Tang Yan nodded gently and turned toward her bed but stumbled.
Yang Mi quickly helped her up, puzzled. “Are your feet numb?”
“No, I fell out of bed last night and hit myself,” Tang Yan’s face flushed deeply.
Yang Mi didn’t suspect a thing and, scolding gently, helped her lie down.
After chatting a bit more, Yang Mi said goodbye, leaving Tang Yan staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Several hours later, Zhang Li and Yang Mi, having finished lunch, arrived together at Hangzhou Airport.
“Do you really write scripts?”
As they took their seats in first class, Yang Mi tried to strike up a conversation but found Zhang Li typing rapidly on his laptop.
“I really wasn’t lying the other day.” Zhang Li paused and glanced at Yang Mi. “I was originally writing a script.”
“Shi Shi made you change your mind?” Yang Mi smiled ambiguously, arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, casually asking, “Have you written any scripts before?”
Zhang Li flexed his fingers and replied calmly, “So far, just ‘CJ7’ and…”
Yang Mi: ???