It’s been a long time since I’ve drunk to the point of blackout...
As Zhou Wang struggled to recall, some disjointed images began to surface in his mind.
The Holy Mother’s gaze, the girl resting her chin on her hand, scattered black hair, entwined feet...
This was the scene that left the deepest impression on him.
Then, it seemed someone burst through the door.
Yes, that’s where the gaps in his memory start, because at that time, Zhou Wang was overwhelmed by successive stimuli, and the alcohol began to surge, leaving him quite disoriented.
The person who barged in seemed to be... Miss Di.
She stood there in shock, covering her mouth before she could scream.
Although she didn’t make a sound, the panic-stricken Ji Xiaoxi was the first to run off.
Then, feeling abandoned, Zhou Wang looked fiercely at Miss Di, and next he had her pinned against the wall...
Zhou Wang was a bit unsure if he did anything to Miss Di, only some very intense sensations, but it seems she ran off afterward too.
Afterward, he probably returned to the living room, drank with Miss Yang and others for a while, with a memory of Miss Yang, cheeks flushed, leaning on his shoulder, complaining about the messed-up entertainment industry...
Zhou Wang couldn’t remember who else remained in the living room, but there were still several people there, and it seemed like someone even kissed him hard, but Zhou Wang had drunk too much to lift his head and didn’t see clearly.
Once all the wine on the table was finished, who brought him back to his room?
That elegant fragrance typical of a mature woman, definitely not Sunny or the others... yes, it was Wu Yanqiu.
Because Zhou Wang remembered her nagging at his ear, expressing her gratitude:
"Mr. Zhou, thank you... If it weren’t for your generosity, accepting me when I was at a dead end, maybe even now, I would still be entangled in lawsuits with Brioni..."
"A woman in her thirties has no advantage left in this harsh workplace, a few years dragged on, and my life would be ruined..."
"And today, I can’t imagine how those girls would see me after this incident, you’ve rescued me once again..."
"Mr. Zhou, I want so much to do something for you, but it seems you lack nothing..."
She must have said a lot, but Zhou Wang only remembered part of it.
Yet, Zhou Wang vaguely recalled her painstakingly helping him wash up, change into his pajamas, and then helping him onto the bed.
Afterwards, she removed her own white shirt, and slipped under the blanket...
Then, the memories went blank.
Hmm?
Zhou Wang was caught off guard for a moment.
What the heck, why can’t he recall the most important part!
Wait, Zhou Wang seemed to remember a whisper from Wu Yanqiu in the dimness: "Mr. Zhou, you... you smell so nice!"
What kind of nonsense is this, this can’t be the original memory, right?
Uncertain, Zhou Wang tapped his head, giving up on trying to recall more. Maybe when he sobered up completely, he could remember more details, for now, it wasn’t necessary to dwell on it.
Leaning back on the sofa for a while, after finishing the second cigarette, Zhou Wang felt somewhat better. He opened his eyes, pressed the service button, and shortly after, the suite’s housekeeper Brenda came in.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhou!"
"What about my friends..."
"They’ve all been settled in the guest rooms and should be sound asleep now. Should I go wake them?"
"Oh, no need, let them sleep... Brenda, could you help me contact Ray?"
In Zhou Wang’s memory, the housekeeper who had been serving him since his first day at the White Horse Hotel knew Fel and Ray, among others, so he said this.
"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Ray is already waiting for you in the hotel lobby..."
"Oh?"
Zhou Wang was a bit surprised; it was just past eight in the morning Paris time, Ray was quite early.
...
Ten minutes later, Zhou Wang, having washed up, changed into a proper casual suit. Following the local social etiquette, he sprayed a bit of perfume to cover any lingering smell of alcohol, then followed the housekeeper to the hotel lobby.
Upon seeing Zhou Wang appear, Ray, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the newspaper in his hand and quickly stood up.
"Mr. Zhou..."
"Mm, have a seat, how’s it going?"
"Currently, the statements have been completed, Fabio and the others have all confessed, as for the next steps, it depends on your attitude, Mr. Zhou. Whether you provide a letter of forgiveness will directly affect the nature of the whole case... Their chief is personally overseeing the progress of the case."
Ray knew what Zhou Wang was asking about and spoke somewhat tactfully, but Zhou Wang got his meaning and couldn’t help but pat Ray on the shoulder with satisfaction.
"Well done."
"Mr. Zhou, you flatter me..."
Ray was flattered and quickly waved his hand modestly.
The "Mr. Zhou" he knew rarely praised anyone... Of course, as the chairman said, Mr. Zhou did have reasons to be arrogant.
"And what about the Chaumet family?"
Zhou Wang asked again.
In his memory, the Chaumet family, as an old aristocratic family in Paris, still had some influence... But only some, as they were insignificant compared to the giant Paris Chamber of Commerce.
"The current head of the Chaumet family, Ferdinand’s father, has urgently contacted the chairman, but the chairman has not yet responded.