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Chapter 1972 Fell asleep next to you?
writer:admin      update:2022-06-28 16:34
  Autumn Water threw Ye Wanwan’s phone at Big Dipper. “Call him yourself! You’ll take the blame for anything that goes wrong.”


  “D*mn, fine! I’ll take the blame if anything goes wrong, but if there’s any merit, it will also only belongs to me!” Big Dipper grumbled as he caught the phone before calling back without any hesitation.

  A moment later, the video call surprisingly connected. When Si Yehan saw Big Dipper’s face, his brows furrowed again.

  “Lord Asura, why were you looking for our President? Our President fell asleep next to me,” Big Dipper said.

  “Fell asleep next to you?” Si Yehan’s eyes glinted coldly.

  “That’s right. Fell asleep next to me.” Big Dipper nodded. “Take a look for yourself. Why would I lie to

  you?”


  “No need.” The man’s frighteningly chilly voice rang out.

  However, Big Dipper aimed the camera toward Ye Wanwan anyway as though he didn’t hear the other man.

  When Si Yehan saw the room full of people and Ye Wanwan lying on the sofa, his expression eased up a little.

  “What happened to President Bai?” Si Yehan asked a long while later.

  “Nothing. Our president drank some wine and got wasted. Did you need something important, Lord Asura?” Big Dipper replied.

  “It’s cold. Cover her up with a jacket.” Si Yehan directly ignored Big Dipper’s question.

  Big Dipper nodded matter-of-factly. “That’s right. The President will probably sleep all night… so she better stay warm.”


  After saying that, Big Dipper handed the phone to Autumn Water and pulled out a blanket from a cabinet before walking toward the sofa.

  “Eh, Sis Feng, you’re awake?” Big Dipper was startled when he saw Ye Wanwan abruptly opening her eyes.

  Ye Wanwan’s right arm swung and before anyone realized what happened, a loud bang was heard.

  Ye Wanwan had punched Big Dipper on the nose, causing Big Dipper and his blanket to fly back with the wail of a dying pig.

  “Open the door! Someone, come and open this door!”


  This scene shocked Second Elder and made him start shouting at whoever was outside the door.

  First Elder and Third Elder were also as far from the scene as possible, wishing nothing more than to be thousands of miles away from Ye Wanwan.

  However, the door was locked, and the group couldn’t leave even if they wanted to unless they broke the door.

  “Seven Star, quick, go and grab the remote!” Third Elder hastily instructed Seven Star.

  Seven Star glanced at the remote sitting next to Ye Wanwan and instantly shook his head without thinking. He aloofly answered, “No.”


  Third Elder: “…”


  “Come… Drink!”


  Ye Wanwan casually sat up on the sofa, the scent of alcohol permeating the air around her.

  “Ahhh,”


  Big Dipper covered his nose as he scrambled up from the floor and looked at Ye Wanwan. “Sis Feng, all the alcohol is gone. Open the door and let me out first so I can go back to the hospital and take care of my mom. I’ll definitely drink with you tomorrow.”


  Ye Wanwan turned to the liquor cabinet nearby with a confused expression. There was quite a hefty amount of alcohol inside the cabinet still.

  A smirk turned up on Ye Wanwan’s face as she hooked her pointer finger at Big Dipper.

  At Big Dipper’s immobility, Second Elder urged, “Big Dipper, hurry and go! The President is calling you over!”


  “I won’t! Whoever wants to go can go!” Big Dipper frantically shook his head. Do they think I’m dumb? I just sustained a punch, alright?!

  “Come here,” Ye Wanwan ordered, drunk as a fiddler.

  Chapter 1973 He felt like he was going to be beaten to death tonight!

  “Third Elder, come with me…” Big Dipper turned to Third Elder.

  “Scram!” Third Elder yelled.

  Big Dipper’s gazed landed on Seven Star. “Seven…”


  “No,” Seven Star promptly replied.

  Big Dipper: “…”


  Didn’t people say times of disaster showed who true friends were and that friends stayed with you through the good and bad?! Men were all freaking pig trotters!

  And so, Big Dipper had no choice but to slowly trudge toward Ye Wanwan with an ingratiating smile on his face.

  “Sis Feng…” Big Dipper called.

  Before Big Dipper could finish speaking, Ye Wanwan swung her right arm and Big Dipper’s nose was punched again quicker than anyone could react.

  Big Dipper clutched his nose and looked at Ye Wanwan, aggrieved. “Sis Feng, can’t you hit a different spot?”


  Ye Wanwan pointed at the nearby liquor cabinet. “Isn’t… isn’t that alcohol?”


  Big Dipper: “…”


  Didn’t they say a drunk person’s intelligence went to zero? She didn’t act dumb! She still knew there was alcohol inside the liquor cabinet. Big Dipper felt like he was going to be beaten to death tonight!

  “Oh right, Sis Feng, Lord Asura! Lord Asura needs you for something super urgent!” Big Dipper hastily shouted. Lord Asura had become his last salvation.

  “Lord Asura…”


  Confusion surfaced in Ye Wanwan’s eyes.

  “W-where…?” Ye Wanwan examined her surroundings.

  “H-h-here! He’s here!”


  Big Dipper quickly stood up and sprinted toward Autumn Water, making her lift up the phone to face Ye Wanwan.

  “Downer!” Ye Wanwan frowned deeply. “Drinking… is drinking… Why… why would you display a funeral portrait…?”


  Big Dipper: “…”


  First Elder: “…”


  Second Elder: “…”


  Third Elder: “…”


  No one expected their President to call the video version of Lord Asura a funeral portrait. Even Si Yehan couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

  “Sis Feng, that isn’t a funeral portrait. It’s Lord Asura,” First Elder corrected Ye Wanwan.

  “Lord Asura?”


  Ye Wanwan frowned and squinted her eyes, carefully inspecting the man on the phone screen.

  Si Yehan also silently stared back at Ye Wanwan.

  “Why did… Lord Asura… die?” Ye Wanwan asked a moment later.

  Everyone was dumbfounded again.

  Wow. Drinking alcohol seriously evoked a major disaster.

  “President Bai, I’m still alive,” Si Yehan quickly refuted.

  “Ehh, it’s not a funeral portrait.” Curiosity filled Ye Wanwan’s face when she heard the man speaking.

  Ye Wanwan carefully examined Si Yehan for a long time before pointing at him and suddenly asking, “You’re Lord Asura? That can’t be. Aren’t you… aren’t you that lackey Lord Asura imprisoned in the little black house…”


  The man in the video unwaveringly met Ye Wanwan’s eyes, as though he wanted to search for something in her eyes.

  Did she finally remember something?

  First Elder and the others all looked at Ye Wanwan, baffled. What in the world was their President saying? This man was clearly the big boss of Asura, so why did the President call him a lackey?

  “Sis Feng really drunk too much; she can’t even recognize Lord Asura. It’s not like she drank that much!” Big Dipper muttered.

  “Sis Feng has low tolerance,” Seven Star cut in.