Chapter 30: Rampage in the Restroom!

As soon as she entered the restroom, Mo Qi’s expression instantly returned to normal.

Lin Zheng stared at her in surprise. “You’re not drunk?!”

“Not a bit,” Mo Qi rolled her eyes, splashing her face with water at the sink before saying, “That old lecher’s hand was about to creep onto your waist. If I didn’t find an excuse to get us out, you’d just be waiting for him to take advantage!”

Lin Zheng couldn’t help but laugh, her gratitude sincere. “Mo Qi, thank you. If you hadn’t been here tonight, I really wouldn’t have known how to shake off that old creep.”

“We’re friends, no need for thanks.” Mo Qi grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands. “Let’s dawdle here a bit longer before going back.”

“Alright.” Lin Zheng nodded, then sighed. “I really can’t stand these unspoken rules. But judging by the atmosphere in the private room, I bet most people know what’s going on.”

“Well, that’s like a willing victim and a willing executioner,” Mo Qi shrugged indifferently. “By the time we go back, most of them will have found who they want to flirt with. Only then will tonight finally quiet down.”

“I used to hear people say this industry is full of unspoken rules. I never quite believed it until now.”

“It’s not everyone in the business. There are still wise mentors who spot true talent and judge by merit alone.”

“Let’s hope so.” Tonight’s gathering had left Lin Zheng with a trace of revulsion toward this dazzling circle.

Time passed slowly as they chatted in the restroom, only leaving when they felt enough time had gone by.

This was the VIP floor on the fifth level of Jinli Rong, almost deserted.

Mo Qi and Lin Zheng talked for a long while without anyone coming in.

Bang! Suddenly, the restroom door was pounded hard from outside.

Both women jumped, exchanging glances.

Who would be so rough? Could it really be a drunkard?

The door was pushed open, and He Shuai staggered in, hiccuping from drink.

Never in a thousand years did they expect He Shuai himself to stumble into the ladies’ room!

He Shuai was clearly drunk, barely able to stand.

Lin Zheng shot a glance at Mo Qi, whispering in shock, “Why is it the Young King He?!”

“He probably got drunk and walked into the wrong place,” Mo Qi replied calmly. “With his kind of status, if he finds out he walked into the ladies' room tomorrow, he’ll be mortified. And since we witnessed it, we might also be in trouble. I’ll check if there’s anyone in the men’s room across the hall, let’s help him over.”

Lin Zheng nodded, seeing the sense in it. “Watch him, I’ll go check.”

Before leaving, Lin Zheng shook her fist at Mo Qi. “Don’t think just because you’re a year or two older, you always have to be the one charging ahead.”

Mo Qi just smiled, not arguing.

Once Lin Zheng left, Mo Qi walked over and called softly to He Shuai, who was slumped against the wall, eyes unfocused. “Little He?”

“Huh?” He Shuai looked up at Mo Qi, dazed. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognize me?”

He Shuai frowned in annoyance, waving his hand until it landed on Mo Qi’s shoulder. “Stop swaying around, you’re making me dizzy.”

He tried to stand but lost his balance and crashed to the ground.

Mo Qi watched him fall without lifting a finger to help.

He Shuai must have hit the floor hard; he groaned but couldn’t get up.

A cold smile curled at Mo Qi’s lips. He Shuai, oh He Shuai! I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon!

She stood over him and said coldly, “Did you know I really wanted to beat you up earlier? Pity the timing wasn’t right.”

Without hesitation, she kicked him hard in the stomach.

He Shuai curled up in pain, trying to open his eyes, but he was too drunk.

Satisfied with his reaction, Mo Qi kicked his back, the cold smile fading from her face, leaving only a chilling expression.

“He Shuai, I really must thank you for giving me such a great opportunity,” she crouched down, staring into his face. “I’m curious—how did you all deal with my corpse?”

He Shuai just moaned. He couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t move his tongue; his mind was foggy. There was no way he could answer.

Mo Qi grabbed his long fringe, lifted his head, and slammed it back against the ground.

“He Shuai, all these nights—have you had nightmares? Dreamt of vengeful ghosts coming for your life? Is your conscience at peace?”

Drunk and beaten, He Shuai lay limp on the floor, unresponsive.

The restroom door clicked open and Lin Zheng came in.

“Mo Qi, there’s no one in the men’s room. Let’s help the Young King over.”

Seeing He Shuai sprawled on the floor, Lin Zheng shook her head. “How did he end up on the ground? If his fans saw him like this, it would ruin his image.”

“Now that you mention it, I hadn’t thought of that.” Mo Qi pulled out her phone and snapped a couple of photos of He Shuai before putting it away. “Better safe than sorry. Let’s move him.”

Together, they each took an arm and half-dragged, half-carried the drunken, limp He Shuai out of the ladies’ room and into the men’s room.

It took all their strength to get him into a stall.

Lin Zheng pointed at He Shuai, slumped by the toilet. “Just leave him like this?”

Mo Qi massaged her arm and rolled her eyes. “What else? Hold his head over the toilet? Though I wouldn’t mind…”

“Alright. His assistant should be here to pick him up soon. Let’s leave before we get dragged into something unnecessary.”

“Let’s go.” Mo Qi flexed her fists a little regretfully. There weren’t many places without cameras where you could get away with this sort of thing. After only a few kicks, it hardly seemed worth it.

Thinking this, she turned to Lin Zheng. “I really do feel like throwing up now. Wait for me outside for two minutes.”

“Are you alright? Need help?” Lin Zheng asked with concern.

Mo Qi had already drunk quite a bit during dinner, and then several more glasses just now; the afterburn of this wine was no joke.

Mo Qi chuckled, “How would you help, exactly? Hold my hair? Go on, I’ll be out in two minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll be right outside. Call if you need me.”

Once Lin Zheng left, Mo Qi slipped off her shoes and ruthlessly kicked He Shuai a few more times.

If she hadn’t worried about leaving shoeprints on his clothes, she’d have done it without taking her shoes off.

Lin Zheng waited outside a while before Mo Qi emerged.

“How are you feeling? Any better after throwing up?”

“What terrible wine. Tasted fine at first, but the afterburn is killer.” Mo Qi wasn’t actually nauseous anymore, but her head was spinning.

Lin Zheng worried, “Should I go back and tell them you threw up blood, and I’m taking you to the doctor?”

“That’s a bit much. Who’d believe it?”

“Then what should I say?”

“Just say I threw up all over myself. The thought of it is disgusting enough—no one would want to check.”

Lin Zheng grimaced. “That’s quite the scene. Even I don’t want to imagine it. Alright, you wait outside; I’ll go get our bags and inform them.”

Mo Qi nodded. “I’ll wait downstairs and call Xie An.”

“Understood.”

While Lin Zheng went to the private room for their bags, Mo Qi rubbed her temples and headed toward the elevator, brushing past a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six.

The afterkick of that red wine was strong. She used to be able to drink several bottles of beer and never felt so dizzy. Perhaps this body’s tolerance was different. She’d have to practice her drinking more in the future.

She pressed the elevator button, watching the red numbers climb floor by floor.

Ding! The elevator reached the fifth floor and the doors slid open.

Mo Qi looked up to see Shen Yijue standing inside, his face completely expressionless.