Chapter 1260: Drunken Maniac

Chu Yao didn’t care about these things, but the others were so enthusiastic, it wasn’t good to dampen their spirits.

Fans are fans, even passerby fans.

They’re fighting for her now, but might turn into haters at any time, so it’s safer for her to speak less.

“Sister Yao, where are you going?”

Even the way she was addressed had changed.

“Didn’t the cab have a destination?”

The driver glanced over, eyes wide.

Wow!

A bar!

“Sister Yao, aren’t you afraid of being photographed in a place like that?”

Chu Yao laughed, “Who says celebrities can’t go to bars?

I’m there to drink, and the owner won’t stop me from entering.”

“True, but Sister Yao, be careful there.

Do you want me to wait for you outside?”

“No, just go.”

Chu Yao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a slightly raised half-profile, and waved goodbye to Mo Tingshen standing outside the car.

Once the car was out of sight, Mo Tingshen got in his car, started it, then abruptly hit the brakes, jerking forward.

He darkly removed his glasses and called his assistant.

He gave the license plate number, “Follow her.

See where she goes.

Keep an eye on her, but don’t let her notice.”

After hanging up, Sister Mi called, “President Mo, is Xiao Yao with you?”

Mo Tingshen: “She’s with me.”

“Alright, alright, just checking, nothing else.

She doesn’t have work tomorrow, a day off.”

The man replied with a stern look: “Mm.”

The car didn’t start immediately and remained idle for a long time.

An hour later, Mo Tingshen had showered, a towel wrapped around his waist, holding a glass of red wine by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Only warm lights illuminated the living room.

The dim light gradually filtered through, casting a dark edge around the man’s broad shoulders and narrow waist.

His grip on the glass tensioned, with prominent veins streaking across the back of his hand.

His mind was filled with the image of Chu Yao leaning in close to speak.

The more he recalled, the harder it was to stay calm.

The leisurely sipped wine was downed in one gulp.

Turning, he placed the glass on the coffee table, coldly muttering: “Reckless!”

…

Bar.

“Not giving more?”

Chu Yao slammed the bar, glancing at the bartender, “Me?

Chu Yao, don’t you recognize me?

Can I possibly not have enough money for your drinks?”

“Miss Chu, you really can’t drink more; you’ve had too much.”

Half the bar counter was filled with empty cocktail glasses, tequila, brandy.

She didn’t touch red wine.

Since entering the bar, she sat at the counter asking for drinks, every one high-proof.

Regulars couldn’t drink as much as her.

No way the bar dared to serve more drinks.

Especially since she’s a major celebrity.

If any incident occurs, it would be hard to handle.

Chu Yao lazily propped her head, squinting, “Did someone hint to you?”

“No!” The bartender denied it flatly.

Right after, he nervously checked her expression.

Chu Yao had been recognized as soon as she entered the bar.

Men eager to approach were all blocked by bodyguards protecting her covertly.

The bartender had also been warned, but couldn’t withstand Chu Yao simply grabbing for drinks!

As he let his guard down, she snagged half a bottle of tequila from him.

“Miss Chu, you can’t take that!”

“Stay there,” Chu Yao pointed a finger at the bartender’s forehead, “Tell Mo Tingshen, he— hic!”

A hiccup shook her steps.

Once steady, anger flared up, “That bastard!

Trying to stop me from drinking, I’ll strip him bare!”