Chapter 142: Did He Fly Into A Drunken Rage?

Chapter 142: Did He Fly Into A Drunken Rage?

Huo Tingrui held himself against the wall and straightened his body slowly. He flung his head sideways before turning to look at Huo Yao. He gave her a silly smile and said, “I’m not drunk.”

Huo Yao shook her head. She reached out to support him from the shoulder and replied patronizingly. “Yes, I’m the one who’s drunk.”

“Oh, do you drink?” asked Huo Tingrui with a silly look on his face as he leaned his head towards Huo Yao.

Huo Yao inhaled deeply and suppressed her urge to slap Huo Tingrui. She pushed his head aside and dragged him into his room.

The entire process was rather effortless.

“Wait a minute. I’ll get you some water,” said Huo Yao after she tossed him onto the bed.

Before long, Huo Yao came back with some dark coloured water. Huo Tingrui had already rolled off the bed onto the ground and was muttering unintelligibly.

Huo Yao pressed her forehead as her face turned dark. She yanked him back onto the bed.

“Drink this,” said Huo Yao and placed the cup near Huo Tingrui’s mouth.

Huo Tingrui went into a daze, looking at her without drinking the water. He kept smiling as he said, “Yao...”

Huo Yao fed him the water forcibly. She was deft enough that not a drop was wasted.

After all, she did not feed medicine to all those stray cats and dogs for nothing.

Huo Tingrui started to recover shortly after taking her medicine. Soon enough, he fell asleep.

Huo Yao sat in the room for 30 minutes and only left when she was certain that he would not make any more trouble.

***

It was Saturday the next day. Huo Tingrui expected a bad hangover to hit him when he woke up, but he was not feeling sick at the moment. It felt as though he did not drink last night.

This was strange!

Huo Tingrui quickly took a shower and changed. After he checked his breath for any smell of alcohol, he left the room and went downstairs.

Song Ning had already left the house because she was meeting the interior designer in the morning. Huo Yao and Huo Jinyan were having breakfast downstairs.

Huo Tingrui went down and pulled out a chair to sit. He looked at Huo Yao as he rubbed his shoulder and said, “Thanks for taking care of me last night, Yao.”

He recalled seeing his little sister standing at the door when he got upstairs. She had hurried over to help him.

But Huo Tingrui had a fragmented memory of the rest of the episode.

Huo Tingrui asked her in an uneasy voice. “Erm... did I go into a drunken rage last night?”

Huo Yao raised her head to look at him. She pursed her lips and smiled.

“I guess not.”

Huo Tingrui pursed his lips. What did Huo Yao mean by this?

Did he or did he not?

“Drink less from now on. Otherwise, your younger sister has to take care of you. Look at how petite she is. Can you bear to let her do it?” interrupted Huo Jinyan angrily.

He had yet to enjoy such attention from his daughter!

Huo Tingrui adjusted his spectacles and scrutinized Huo Yao. Although she was skinny, she was almost 173 centimeters in height. Was that considered petite?

What on earth was his father’s definition of small?

“What’s up with your shoulder? Why do you keep rubbing it?” asked Huo Jinyan as he glanced at him.

The spoon in Huo Yao’s hand instantly froze in mid-air.

“Oh. I might have bumped into something after I had too many drinks last night. It hurts a little,” said Huo Tingrui without taking it to heart.