It seemed that the person just wanted to push the board blocking the way. His fingers tightened, and a shining leather shoe stepped out, followed by a refined, handsome nose, rosy cheeks, and lips even more flushed than the face. A fleeting gaze shot from under half-closed eyelashes, sweeping across Xu Zhu's surprised face. They suddenly paused, then furrowed in thought, gazing at Xu Zhu's face as if pondering and distressed.
Xu Zhu's heart skipped a beat: "Director Du!" Reflexively, he turned to look at the corridor behind him, but no one noticed this side.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Drinking in broad daylight, and wandering alone like this, what had upset him so much?
Lowering his voice, he asked, "Director Du, are you okay?" While looking him up and down, he found a dark water stain on the front of his suit. Despite the strong smell of alcohol, he wasn't making a scene, and his steps were still steady; he probably didn't drink much.
When Du Ziyu heard Xu Zhu's question, his expression remained drunk and confused. After a while, he slowly shook his head, then grabbed Xu Zhu's wrist. His skin was as hot as fire. He lifted his head and raised the corner of his lips, unable to judge the distance due to the alcohol, and breathed on Xu Zhu's chin with a soft, nasal tone, "I—won!"
Xu Zhu immediately overturned his previous judgment; Du Ziyu was clearly too drunk to think clearly.
Helplessly, he could only release the board and support Du Ziyu's arm, softly asking, "Where do you want to go? I'll take you."
Du Ziyu found Xu Zhu's solicitous attitude affecting, but his steps were slow and steady. He walked down the left corridor and turned the corner, with Xu Zhu cautiously following behind him, not daring to get too close for fear of being seen by others.
Du Ziyu stopped in a room, and Xu Zhu pushed open the door. It turned out to be a dressing room, filled with all kinds of clothes and shoes, and the bright mirror reflected a table filled with cosmetics.
He followed Du Ziyi and made a turn, "No," Du Ziyi said with a stubborn tone, making people feel pitiful.
Xu Zhuo followed him out of the dressing room. Du Ziyi stood there thinking for a long time, it was indeed difficult for him to think in this state. Xu Zhuo saw him stop in front of another room, he pushed the door open and groped for the light switch. It was a meeting room, with the curtains open, the midday sun shining on the sofa and chairs, emitting the smell of leather.
Du Ziyi dragged his feet onto the carpet of the meeting room, slowly moving to the innermost part to take something. Xu Zhuo took a closer look, feeling puzzled, guilty, and even a little touched. This was just a gift he randomly sent out, it wasn't even considered a gift - just a sample given by a client.
He didn't have time to say anything. Du Ziyi took the box and left the room, heading to the elevator. Xu Zhuo followed closely behind, as if protecting a fragile doll. He had thought they were going to the office on the top floor, but then he saw Du Ziyi squinting and tracing a winding path with his finger for a long time before finally pressing the button for the underground parking garage.
Was he getting ready to go home? Xu Zhuo considered whether he should continue following or call the driver to come and pick him up.
"Ding -" Du Ziyi stepped out of the elevator, then stopped to think. After a while, he fumbled in his pocket, took out a bunch of keys, and lightly tapped Xu Zhuo on the chest with them.
Xu Zhuo quickly reached out to take them, obediently leading Du Ziyi, staggering to find the car. Being pulled along, he didn't get angry or complain, just holding the box tightly and following him obediently.
Xu Zhuo opened the car door and stuffed the drunken man into the back seat, then sat in the driver's seat, buckling up and saying, "Mr. Du, please sit still, I will take you home."
"Home?" Suddenly, a warm breath sprayed on his neck from behind, almost scaring him half to death. Luckily, the car hadn't started yet, otherwise the two of them would have been tomorrow's headline news.
"Not going home, so where are we going?" Xu Zhuo threw the question at him, and indeed, Du Ziyi fell into a quagmire of thought again, until he finally took out his phone, muttered something indistinct into it, and the voice assistant surprisingly understood, pulling up the map for the route. He threw the phone to the driver and slumped back into his seat.
Xu Zhuo frowned, looking at the map on the phone's screen, hesitating whether to follow the instructions of a drunkard, and whether it was a good idea to go to such a mysterious place at a time like this.
"Mr. Du," he struggled. "Are we really not going home?"
The person in the back seat didn't respond to him. Xu Zhuo bit his lip and, with not very nimble fingers, tried to wrestle with the tightly clutched box, clearly finding the contents of the box far more interesting than the driver.