Chapter 501: Drinking Alcohol Lowers IQ

She was startled, and by the feel of her kick, it was as though she had struck something alive.

She looked down.

Good grief!

Nan Jiaojiao was frowning at her, expressionless, but one look at her made one’s skin crawl.

“Darling, you—”

Chu Yao gazed down at the basin and rolling pin in front of Nan Jiaojiao, pity flickering in her condescending eyes, “are you squatting here to beg?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s frown deepened even more.

Jiang Yu’s foot stepped out just in time to see Nan Jiaojiao’s increasingly gloomy face, and she had a bad feeling inside.

“What nonsense are you talking?

How can she beg here?

Her basin is overturned.”

Jiang Yu flipped the basin right side up, nodding with satisfaction, “Now that’s proper.”

She looked up, seeking favor in Nan Jiaojiao’s glance, but was met with such a cold stare that she suddenly felt a chill and quickly got up to scurry away.

Nan Jiaojiao, with her arms crossed, asked, “Does drinking lower one’s intelligence?”

“Me?” Chu Yao nodded earnestly, “There wasn’t much in my head to start with, can’t lower it any further.”

Nan Jiaojiao snorted coldly, “Indeed, you can’t go any lower, you’ve already hit rock bottom.”

She stood up, pointing her toes to the ground and spinning around to warm up the numb muscles in her calves, about to head to her room, but the thick smell of alcohol brought her to a halt at the door.

“You,” she glanced inside, “go in and freshen up yourself, Sister Mi will come to get you.”

Chu Yao clapped her hands in dismay, “Oh no, I came last night to sync up our dance.

I have an interview this morning and an award ceremony in the evening; it’s tough to find time today.

How about you come with me to the backstage?

We’ll surely find a little free time.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s chest vibrated, and she scoffed, “Wishful thinking.

Sister Mi woke me, and I came over here holding my breath.

Now you’ve had your drink, sobered up, and I need to catch up on sleep—I’m busy!”

“Come on, darling!”

Nan Jiaojiao turned and left.

Chu Yao didn’t dare to chase, her fingers digging into the doorframe as she called out to Nan Jiaojiao’s retreating figure, “Let’s talk it over.

What am I going to do without your guzheng performance!”

“I play what I like, and you dance to it.

No discussion.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even turn her head, raising her hand and making a slashing motion across her neck.

Chu Yao clutched her mouth, fearing she’d be silenced, voluntarily muted her microphone.

Nan Jiaojiao’s bedroom was on the third floor.

She pulled the curtains shut, lay in bed, and fell asleep within minutes.

The nanny car stopped outside the entrance to Mist Garden, the door open, eyes frequently darting toward the gate until Chu Yao emerged slowly, her limbs as heavy as if filled with lead.

Sister Mi, anxious, ran over to pull Chu Yao toward the car.

“Where’s Jiaojiao?” Sister Mi craned her neck toward the entrance of Mist Garden.

Chu Yao: “She’s making up for lost sleep.”

“You guys synced up the program last night, right?”

Chu Yao gave a sheepish smile, “No.”

Sister Mi looked stunned, “You didn’t sync up?”

“Ah, whatever she plays, I’ll dance to it.

Don’t worry, it’s rock solid.”

Sister Mi looked as if she’d been struck by lightning, with curses almost spilling out of her mouth before she forcibly swallowed them back down.

She was so devoid of energy she didn’t even have the strength to curse, slumping hopelessly into the seat.

How on earth did she end up with Chu Yao, such an unreliable person?

She must have accrued sin over several lifetimes to be granted such fortune in her life!

Sister Mi wanted to call Nan Jiaojiao, to at least get her out, but Chu Yao stopped her, “Don’t bother her.

She has a terrible temper when she wakes up.

Push her too far, and there definitely won’t be any guzheng tonight.

When she wakes up, she’ll come over.”

Sister Mi lost all hope.

After a nerve-wracking half-day, it wasn’t until four in the afternoon that she finally received a call from Nan Jiaojiao.

“Where are you?”

Sister Mi listened intently, making sure it was her post-sleep voice.