CHAPTER 619: CHAPTER 619: GO BACK TO SNUGGLE WITH A WOMAN AND SLEEP

"Old Mo, weren’t you making a call? Why haven’t I heard anything?" Xi Nanfeng couldn’t help but urge him as he stood there silently for a long time.

Gu Moqian put Ye Cheng’s phone back, then walked over and stopped in front of Xi Nanfeng: "Keep an eye on him. I’m heading back to the bedroom."

"You’re dumping him on me again to go cuddle with some woman and sleep?" Xi Nanfeng grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Gu Moqian shot him a glance, his expression enigmatic and voice low: "Tomorrow, come with me to Zimei Club."

"What for?" Xi Nanfeng was baffled, pausing briefly before suddenly smacking his forehead. "Old Ye getting drunk—does it have to do with that woman?"

Gu Moqian pressed his lips together silently, then turned and walked out.

Xi Nanfeng lay down, full of puzzlement and frustration, tossing and turning as he tried to make sense of the situation but to no avail.

...

Early the next morning.

Gu Moqian pushed open the guest room door, noticing the messy quilt on the bed, with half of it trailing onto the floor.

But Ye Cheng was nowhere to be seen.

His eyes darkened as he strode to the balcony and looked down, scanning the area. Not seeing any signs of irregularity finally gave him a small sense of relief. Gu Moqian then moved to the couch and delivered a firm kick to Xi Nanfeng, who was sprawled out, sleeping in a disheveled manner.

Xi Nanfeng winced in pain, groaning as he opened his eyes. Seeing Gu Moqian, he immediately barked, "Old Mo, why are you kicking me first thing in the morning?"

"Old Ye is gone."

Gu Moqian’s expression was serious, clearly not joking around.

Xi Nanfeng froze for a few seconds before quickly flinging off the blanket and running barefoot toward the balcony.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Gu Moqian frowned in irritation.

"I’m checking if Old Ye couldn’t think straight and jumped..." Xi Nanfeng turned back, grabbing his messy hair as he responded.

"I already checked," Gu Moqian said in a low voice.

"Then where could he have gone?" Xi Nanfeng looked exasperated. Suddenly, glancing toward the bathroom, inspiration struck him: "He was drunk, maybe he ran to the bathroom, vomited, and forgot to come out."

Xi Nanfeng eagerly rushed into the bathroom, and soon a loud shout could be heard: "Old Mo, Old Ye’s really here!"

Gu Moqian quickly walked over and pushed the door open, his lips twitching as he saw the man sitting on the floor.

Ye Cheng, normally so fastidious, had fallen asleep hugging the toilet bowl.

"Old Ye, so you do have days like these, huh?" Xi Nanfeng said gleefully, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

Gu Moqian shot him a glare, "You’re still laughing? This is the person you’re supposed to be taking care of?"

"Uh... the weather’s great today." Xi Nanfeng’s smile stiffened as he awkwardly laughed and hurried to help Ye Cheng up.

Ye Cheng was still heavily intoxicated, barely stirring even as Xi Nanfeng dragged him to his legs.

"Take him back to bed first. I’ll call Aunt Zhu over to care for him," Gu Moqian said, turning and walking out of the bedroom.

Xi Nanfeng struggled to get Ye Cheng back onto the bed before heading off to wash up.

When he finally emerged well-dressed from the bathroom, Aunt Zhu was walking in with breakfast.

"Second Young Master, Mr. Gu is waiting for you downstairs," Aunt Zhu greeted with a smile.

"Alright, I’ll be down shortly."

Gu Moqian leaned against the Maybach outside, already displaying impatience. Seeing Xi Nanfeng come downstairs, he immediately urged him into the car.

As the car drove off, Xi Nanfeng rubbed his grumbling stomach, wearing a bitter expression: "Old Mo, at least let us grab some breakfast before heading out. I’m starving here."

Gu Moqian glanced at him coldly but remained silent as he focused on driving.

Unable to bear his hunger anymore, Xi Nanfeng took advantage of a red light to dart out despite Gu Moqian’s protests, buying several roasted sweet potatoes from an elderly man by the roadside and happily running back to the car.

"So hot. So good..." Xi Nanfeng munched on the steaming sweet potato, thoroughly pleased.

Noticing Gu Moqian’s sidelong glance, he intentionally held a sweet potato up in front of him, raising his brows provocatively: "Want a bite?"