After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 157 Drunken Indiscretion: Murong Yi Saw It!

At this moment, Zhao Xiong suddenly knelt down with a "thump". This sudden action stunned Lin Qianqian. Her eyes widened, her face was full of astonishment, and her brows furrowed tightly: "Big brother, what are you doing? Get up quickly..." She subconsciously reached out her hands, wanting to help Zhao Xiong up.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiong leaned forward and kowtowed deeply to her to express his gratitude and loyalty. His voice was firm but choked with emotion: "I, Zhao Xiong, am truly blessed to have met such a good person as you in this life. I am truly fortunate to have met such a good person. I am blessed by the heavens."

Lin Qianqian was extremely anxious. She quickly bent down and helped Zhao Xiong up with both hands. Her brows were still slightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of concern and emotion. "Brother, don't say that. At birth, people are inherently good. I know you are not a bad person at heart, but you have gone astray for a time. I just happened to be there and did what I could. In the end, everyone's destiny is in their own hands. It is your own efforts and choices that have brought about this change. You are where you are today because of your own perseverance and courage." After saying that, she gently helped Zhao Xiong sit down and then smiled and gestured to Shen Wanqing, inviting her to sit down as well.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiong's eyes welled up with tears, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to speak, but then choked back sobs, "Qianqian..."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qianqian raised her wine glass, a genuine smile appearing on her face, her eyes filled with joy and blessings: "Brother, this glass is for you, to congratulate you on being appointed as the Protector General of the Nation, achieving great success, and finding your perfect match and getting married. May your future be as prosperous as sesame flowers blooming, with your career going smoothly, your marriage harmonious, and your life filled with happiness."

As soon as Lin Qianqian finished speaking, she downed the wine in her glass in one gulp. However, she was not a strong drinker, and the spicy liquor made her features contort instantly as it went down her throat. She involuntarily grimaced, her face full of discomfort. But not wanting to spoil everyone's fun, she forced a calm demeanor and managed a smile.

Seeing this, Xiaodie and Wuming exchanged glances, their eyes filled with worry and heartache. Xiaodie whispered a reminder to Lin Qianqian, "Miss, if you can't drink, don't force yourself. Don't let something like last time happen again!" As she said this, the scene from last time flashed into Xiaodie's mind again, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But Lin Qianqian didn't want to spoil their fun, so she pursed her lips, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and shook her head helplessly at her.

Zhao Xiong's eyes were filled with emotion, and his voice trembled slightly: "Qianqian, thank you for your blessing! I will remember your kindness."

Shen Wanqing's gaze was gentle, and tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes: "Qianqian, you are truly the right person for my brother and me. Meeting you is truly the most beautiful moment of our lives."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian pursed her lips slightly, scratched her head sheepishly, and gave a simple, honest smile. The effects of the alcohol had left her cheeks slightly flushed, giving her a tipsy, slightly stuffy feeling, and she unconsciously fanned herself gently.

Just then, Du Hai strode over with light steps, carrying a plate of fragrant dishes and wine, and greeted everyone with a warm smile: "The food is here! These are all the restaurant's signature dishes, please enjoy!"

Looking at the table laden with delicious food, everyone's appetite was immediately whetted. During the meal, they chatted and laughed, enjoying themselves immensely.

Zhao Xiong and Lin Qianqian shared their past anecdotes, while Shen Wanqing listened with a smile, occasionally chiming in. Wuming and Xiaodie also joked around from time to time, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere in the private room.

After an unknown amount of time, the alcohol completely overwhelmed Lin Qianqian and Zhao Xiong, and both of them became completely drunk.

Lin Qianqian's eyes were glazed over, her head swaying back and forth. She pointed to the sky and said indistinctly, "Big brother, look, that cloud looks like... I want to eat it..." As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed at the air haphazardly.

Zhao Xiong grinned, drooling, and looked in the direction Lin Qianqian was pointing. He let out a loud burp and muttered, "Where are the clouds? It's clearly a big fat pig flying. Are you stupid? Hahahaha..." He laughed so hard he almost slid off his chair.

Lin Qianqian was taken aback at first, then started laughing foolishly, retorting incoherently, "You're the silly one! How can a pig fly? You...you must be mistaken!" As she spoke, she reached out to pat Zhao Xiong's shoulder, but missed, and nearly fell over. Luckily, Wuming caught her.

Zhao Xiong finally stopped laughing, straightened up, stared with his blurry, drunken eyes, and said in a serious tone, "I didn't see wrong, I... I can ride a pig to the sky, do you believe me?" After saying that, he even made a horse-riding motion and twisted back and forth in the chair.

When Xiaodie saw Lin Qianqian and Zhao Xiong in such a drunken state, she was so shocked that her face contorted with rage. Her eyes widened like copper bells, and her mouth gaped open as if she could fit an egg inside.

She slowly turned her head, staring blankly at Wuming. Her face was filled with embarrassment, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground. She was embarrassed by her young mistress's loss of composure and ashamed of the chaotic scene.

She hurried forward and called out anxiously, "Miss..." However, Lin Qianqian was already too drunk to understand what Xiaodie was saying.

Shen Wanqing, standing to the side, also looked helpless, her brows furrowed into a deep frown. She gently patted Zhao Xiong's body, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Brother, you're drunk. Let me help you to your room to sleep!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiong forcefully shoved Shen Wanqing aside, slurring his words as he shouted, "I'm not drunk! I'm perfectly fine!" With that, he staggered to his feet, walked unsteadily to a more open area near the door, and began to perform a set of "drunken boxing." His body swayed wildly, his punches were completely erratic, sometimes throwing punches into the air, sometimes kicking his own clothes, making him look like a leaf scattered in the wind.

Seeing this, Wuming crossed his arms, rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and shook his head helplessly.

Xiaodie was extremely embarrassed. Her brows were furrowed, her hands were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, and her toes were so awkwardly stuck in her shoes that it seemed like she could dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room house.

Shen Wanqing raised her hand to her forehead, sighed heavily, her eyes filled with helplessness, not knowing what to do.

Lin Qianqian, however, seemed to have witnessed the most spectacular performance in the world. She clapped and cheered, then got up and paced back and forth around Zhao Xiong, jumping and shouting indistinctly, "Good! Good boxing! One more!" She looked exactly like a child who knew nothing of the world.

Outside the bustling restaurant, Murong Yi and Murong Feng were strolling by. Hearing the lively commotion emanating from inside, Murong Feng instinctively turned to peek inside. There, he saw Zhao Xiong's figure swaying wildly like a leaf in the wind, seemingly dancing idly. He couldn't help but chuckle helplessly, shaking his head. Initially, he hadn't paid much attention, assuming it was just ordinary people having a good time while drunk.

But in the next second, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—Lin Qianqian. In an instant, Murong Feng's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost; he froze on the spot, instinctively blurting out, "Ninth Sister-in-law!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at Murong Feng, her face full of confusion, and asked in bewilderment, "What did you say!"

Murong Feng hurriedly stretched out his finger, trembling as he pointed into the restaurant, gesturing for Murong Yi to look over.

Murong Yi slowly looked in the direction he pointed. The moment he saw Lin Qianqian, his eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and disbelief. His heart felt as if it had been gripped by an invisible hand, and a complex mix of emotions surged within him.

A mixture of surprise, worry, and doubt instantly made his expression incredibly complex. He never expected to see Lin Qianqian here, especially in this state, and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.