Chapter 47

"Hey, you still haven't answered me. Why did you steal the alcohol?" The woman looked at Xia Hou Zhongying with interest and asked.

"I didn't steal it; I took it directly," Xia Hou Zhongying chuckled.

"You're not old enough to drink, you can't drink," the woman said.

"I've been drinking since I was young," Xia Hou Zhongying glanced at the woman sitting next to him and said, "Sister, we don't know each other, so you shouldn't be bothering me, right?"

"If you drink when you're not old enough, I have a responsibility to manage it," the woman said seriously.

Xia Hou Zhongying rolled his eyes, not bothering to deal with this suddenly appeared, unreasonable woman. He picked up the wine glass, brought it to his lips, and took a light sip.

Being ignored by Xia Hou Zhongying made the woman feel a bit choked. She said angrily, "Hey, little guy, give me your parents' phone number."

"What for?" Xia Hou Zhongying asked.

"I'm going to call your parents and ask them how they raised you, drinking alcohol when you're not old enough," the woman said.

"Unreasonable," Xia Hou Zhongying finished the last small sip of wine in the glass, stood up, and walked towards the waiter outside.

"Little guy, don't go," the woman stood up as well.

Xia Hou Zhongying didn't even bother to acknowledge her, placed the empty glass on a waiter's tray, and got another glass of wine. He walked to the table with the buffet, picked up some pastries to fill his empty stomach, occasionally taking a sip of wine, looking as relaxed as could be.

After eating two pastries, Xia Hou Zhongying saw the unreasonable woman come to his side again, also holding pastries and eating, while staring at him fiercely.

Xia Hou Zhongying immediately felt a headache. What was wrong with this woman? He didn't even know her, why did she have to bother him? He wanted to ignore her, but having a woman eating and staring at him made him feel very uncomfortable, even losing his appetite.

After eating two more pastries, Xia Hou Zhongying couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help but ask, "Sister, what do you want?"

"As long as you stop drinking, I won't bother you," the woman said.

"Are you done yet? I don't even know you," Xia Hou Zhongying was frustrated.

"I don't care if you know me or not, but drinking when you're not old enough is wrong," the woman said.

"I don't want to deal with you," Xia Hou Zhongying couldn't stand this unreasonable woman and directly picked up a plate of pastries and walked back to the sofa he was sitting on.

The woman, for some reason, also picked up a plate of pastries and followed Xia Hou Zhongying step by step. When Xia Hou Zhongying sat down, she sat down too. When Xia Hou Zhongying changed sofas, she followed. It seemed she was determined to make Xia Hou Zhongying give up drinking.

Occasionally, someone at the party would pass by and notice their strange behavior, looking puzzled, not knowing what was happening. However, at such a party, all sorts of strange things could happen, and people wouldn't pry into others' privacy, as it would be very impolite. It was said that the relationships in the noble circle were the most chaotic, and everyone had some privacy. No one wanted their privacy to be known, and even if they knew, it was best to pretend they didn't. So, the people who passed by just felt a bit strange but didn't come over to disturb them.

Xia Hou Zhongying, no matter how good his temper was, couldn't help but get angry. He was already in a bad mood, and today he came out with his father to relax, but this unreasonable woman had ruined his mood for drinking. He suppressed his anger and said seriously to the woman, "Sister, I'm in a bad mood today. If you keep this up, I might lose my temper and say something I'll regret, and it will be embarrassing for both of us at the party. Don't blame me then."

The woman was taken aback, thinking to herself that this boy was quite well-mannered. Despite her persistent pressure, he still cared about his image. She wondered which family had raised such a well-mannered child. If a child could be raised so well-mannered, they shouldn't be drinking at such a young age, right?

The woman tilted her head and carefully examined Xia Hou Zhongying, her interest growing.

Xia Hou Zhongying, seeing the woman staring at him with interest, couldn't help but cover his forehead and pleaded, "Sister, please, I'm begging you, stop following me. People might think I did something to you."

"Ha ha," the woman couldn't help but laugh, and after a moment of giggling, she said, "Even if you tell everyone at the party that you did something to me, no one would believe you."

"Then what do you want?" Xia Hou Zhongying asked angrily.

"Tell sister why you're in a bad mood," the woman asked curiously.

"We're not close," Xia Hou Zhongying refused outright.

"Broken heart?" The woman's lips curled up, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking very beautiful. In the dim environment, she looked ethereal, like a goddess seen from afar.

Xia Hou Zhongying picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and swallowed the food in his mouth, not answering.

"Unrequited love?" the woman continued to ask.

Xia Hou Zhongying picked up a pastry and continued to eat, not even bothering to acknowledge her.

"Or do you like a girl but don't know how to confess?" the woman continued to press.

Xia Hou Zhongying sighed and glanced at the nosy woman beside him.

"Tell sister what's wrong, and sister will tell you how to chase girls," the woman moved closer, leaning in with bright eyes full of excitement.

"It's none of those, it's not about a girl," Xia Hou Zhongying said helplessly.

"Ah, not that," the woman's tone was filled with deep regret, as if she was disappointed that her methods for helping with love were useless.

Xia Hou Zhongying was speechless, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.

Putting the last pastry from the plate into his mouth, Xia Hou Zhongying patted his hands, took a napkin from the napkin holder on the table, wiped his hands, and threw it into the trash can under the table. He then picked up the wine glass on the table and took a small sip.

After swallowing the wine, Xia Hou Zhongying sighed, rubbed his stomach, and finally felt full. He had run around all day, just buying a pancake for lunch, and by the time he got to the party, he was almost starving.

"Hey, little guy..." The woman was frustrated that Xia Hou Zhongying didn't want to deal with her. Seeing him looking content after eating, she felt annoyed. She had been asking questions for a long time, but he hadn't even said a word to her.

"Don't call me 'little guy' all the time, I have a name," Xia Hou Zhongying said gloomily.

"Okay, then tell me your name," the woman said.

"Xia Hou Zhongying," Xia Hou Zhongying's answer was simple and direct, not even bothering to say more to this woman.

"Okay, Xia Hou Zhongying, tell me why you're in a bad mood," the woman seemed determined to get to the bottom of it and continued to press.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Hou Zhongying asked, feeling a headache. "Are you bored?"

"Hehe, indeed, I am bored," the woman giggled.

"Okay, if I tell you, will you stop bothering me?" Xia Hou Zhongying frowned and looked at the woman.

"That depends on how interesting your story is. If it's interesting, I'll let you go," the woman tilted her head, thought for a moment, and smiled.

Xia Hou Zhongying, unable to shake off this woman, couldn't curse in this setting. Helplessly, he said, "Okay, I'll tell you, but after you hear it, you have to leave and not bother me while I drink, okay? If you agree, I'll tell you."

"Okay," the woman immediately perked up, sat up straight, and moved even closer to Xia Hou Zhongying, almost touching his face, eagerly waiting for him to speak.

"Can you sit a bit further away? Your perfume is making my nose itch," Xia Hou Zhongying frowned and leaned back.

"Tsk, this is Chanel, you don't know good stuff," the woman said.

"High-class women in the red-light district in the Netherlands all use Chanel; it's a common thing," Xia Hou Zhongying said with a sneer.

The woman, hearing Xia Hou Zhongying's words, was taken aback and couldn't help but say angrily, "Do you think I'm that kind of woman? Do you want to die?"

Seeing this woman, who had been bothering him, get angry, Xia Hou Zhongying felt much better and chuckled, "Do you still want to hear my story?"

"Go on, but if it's not interesting, don't expect me to let you go," the woman said angrily.

Xia Hou Zhongying cleared his throat, thinking about where to start, but the woman spoke again, "Do women in the red-light district in the Netherlands really all use Chanel?"

Xia Hou Zhongying almost broke down, wondering what kind of person this was. Helplessly, he nodded.

"How do you know? You're so young, have you been to the red-light district in the Netherlands?" the woman asked in surprise, looking incredulous.

"Sister, why are you so nosy?" Xia Hou Zhongying felt like crying.

"I'm just curious," the woman giggled.

"I heard it from someone," Xia Hou Zhongying said, feeling embarrassed.

"Who did you hear it from?" the woman asked curiously.

"My dad, okay?" Xia Hou Zhongying said angrily.

"Um, cough... Your dad talked to you about visiting the red-light district?" the woman was choked and felt like breaking down, wondering what was wrong with the world.

"No," Xia Hou Zhongying was speechless.

"Then how did he tell you?" This woman's curiosity was really strong.

"Do you want to hear my story or gossip?" Xia Hou Zhongying felt like crying.

"Both, both," the woman giggled.

"Okay," with such a nosy and persistent woman, Xia Hou Zhongying didn't know how to deal with her and could only say helplessly, "Once, my dad went on a business trip to Paris. I asked him to buy a few bottles of Chanel as birthday gifts. My dad said that high-class women in the red-light district in the Netherlands all use Chanel. Is that okay?"

"Okay, okay," the woman sighed and said softly, "What a pity, I just bought a few bottles of Chanel, and I haven't used them much. I guess I can't use them anymore."

Xia Hou Zhongying felt embarrassed.

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