I took my coworkers to a club to party, but when the bill came, I realized I was broke. Desperate, I walked up to the VIP booth and approached the most handsome guy there. "Hey, can you cover my tab? I'll Venmo you later." The man feigned indifference. "Miss, do we know each other?" I snatched the drink right out of his hand. "Nope. But ask your bodyguard how many times he's called me for help." "I've saved your ass plenty of times. Can't you return the favor just once?" The man looked confused, but his bodyguard quickly covered his face with his hand, whispering: "Sir, it's true. Whenever you get blackout drunk, you don't let anyone near you. Except her." "To get you home safely, I've had to call her for emergency backup several times." 1 The man's friends all perked up their ears, disbelief written on their faces. "Seriously? When Lucas gets drunk, he's basically untouchable. How can anyone be an exception?" "I remember that one time Lucas got wasted. I tried to help him back to his room, and snap, he nearly broke my arm." "Same here. They say drunk Lucas is like the Grim Reaper—anyone who gets close gets hurt. I was young and dumb and didn't believe it, so I tried to get close to him when he was plastered. Result? Full body cast, two months in the hospital." "Doctors say Lucas has an overly aggressive defense mechanism. When he's drunk, he trusts no one, so he attacks instinctively. What's so special about this girl that she's the only one he trusts?" "I don't believe it. Unless she proves it right now." I raised an eyebrow, pulling out my phone to show my QR code. "Sure. Venmo me $500 first, and I'll put on a show." Someone actually transferred the money. Ding. Payment received. I pointed at the cashier. "I'm gonna go pay my bill first. Get him drunk, then come find me." The whole booth started cheering and jeering. Only the man named Lucas Thorne narrowed his eyes, staring at me dangerously. I wasn't scared. I've seen what he looks like drunk. I have photos of him hugging a toilet bowl saved on my phone. Heh. Don't let his current regal, elegant, gentlemanly appearance fool you. In front of me, his image was long gone. After settling the bill at the front desk, my coworkers and I parted ways. They went home, and I turned back to the VIP booth. Since I took the $500, I had to deliver the performance. Sure enough, Lucas's friends were racking their brains trying to get him drunk. But Lucas wouldn't drink. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me straight out of the club. He stuffed me into his luxury Maybach. Slam. He shut the door hard. Like a shaken soda bottle finally popping its cap. I rubbed my nose. "It's not like I asked you to only trust me when you're drunk. It's a hassle for me too, you know?" 2 This whole thing started six months ago. I was working late one night when I saw a man sprawled out in the middle of the road, using a rental bike as a blanket. It was hilarious. As a chronically online girlie, I had to film it. But when I got closer... damn, what a handsome face! Except he was wasted, reeking of alcohol. He was mumbling about being thirsty. I took out my water bottle and poured him a cup. He was surprisingly obedient, gulping down three big mouthfuls. I tried to wake him up. "Hey, don't sleep on the street." "Where's your phone? I'll call your friends to pick you up." He ignored me, sleeping soundly on the asphalt. Helpless, I patted down his pockets. Found out his legs were insanely long and straight. He could be a model. I found his phone, unlocked it with Face ID, and video called the first contact on his WeChat. I pointed the camera at the man's face so the other person could see clearly. "Hello, the owner of this phone is sleeping on the street. If you're his friend, come get him." Before the person could ask for a location, they screamed in panic: "Get five meters away from the Young Master! Immediately!" I thought he was worried I'd assault the handsome guy, so I sneered: "Relax, I'm not interested in drunks." "I'm sending you the location. Hurry up." The person warned me again, even more intensely: "Do not ignore my warning unless you want to die!" Psycho. I hung up. Then I sat next to the man to guard him. He was actually using my thigh as a pillow, sleeping soundly under the moonlight. Ten minutes later, the friend arrived. Seeing the scene, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. I raised my hands. "See for yourself. I absolutely did not touch your friend inappropriately." As soon as I finished speaking, the man shifted. Not only did he rest his head on my thigh, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, using me as a body pillow. I couldn't pry him off. I pulled his ear. "Hey, wake up! Your friend is here. Let go and go home!" He didn't hear a thing. slept like a log. I looked at the friend for help. "Come help me! I can't move his arms." But the friend stood five meters away and refused to come closer. I was furious. "Why are you just standing there?" He said, "I don't want to die." Me: "..." What does that mean? 3 The guy explained he wasn't a friend, but a bodyguard. Later, the bodyguard pulled the car around, parked five meters away, and told me: "You figure out how to get the Young Master into the car." "Are you sick? He's your boss, not mine. I was nice enough to call you, and now you're pushing your luck?" But the bodyguard refused to help, watching from a distance with arms crossed. I was livid. I started dragging the drunk guy like a dead pig, venting my anger. The bodyguard, probably afraid I'd bruise his boss, finally stepped forward to help. But the next second, the man who was sleeping like a log suddenly sprang up. With incredible speed, he pulled a Swiss Army knife from his waist. He shielded me behind him and slashed at the bodyguard. The movement, the speed, the ferocity. If the bodyguard hadn't dodged fast, it would have been a murder scene. My eyes nearly popped out. My brain was full of question marks: "???" The bodyguard was back at the five-meter mark, smiling awkwardly at me. "Now you know why I didn't help!" "When the Young Master is drunk, no one can get close to him. He's extremely aggressive." I instinctively touched my neck. I should run too. But the drunk man sheathed the knife, rested his big head on my shoulder, and went back to sleep. I was speechless. "..." The bodyguard was baffled too. "You are the only person I've ever seen who can get close to the Young Master when he's drunk." Are you blind? He's leaning on me! I wanted to cry. "What do we do now?" The bodyguard said, "I have to trouble you to help get him into the car and drive him home. Can you drive?" "Okay-ish. So-so." I was still skeptical. "Are you two pranking me? Why can only I get close to him? What about his parents?" "The Young Master's parents passed away long ago. He only has a grandfather, but even he can't approach him when he's drunk." This was truly bizarre. I had to use all my strength to get a 6'1" man into the car and then drive him home. Later, the bodyguard added me on WeChat, saying he might need me again. "Get lost! Don't even think about it!" The bodyguard transferred $500 to me. I immediately smiled. "No problem! Call anytime! Don't be polite! But it's this price every time." 4 Half a month later, one night, the bodyguard suddenly transferred me $500. [Ms. Chen, emergency! Please come over. Location sent.] I followed the GPS to the most luxurious club in the city. Pushing open the VIP room door, I saw several big shots I'd only seen on TV lying unconscious on the floor. Later, ambulances came and took them all away. The only one left in the room was Lucas, holding his Swiss Army knife, leaning against the corner, drunk but alert to everything around him. Honestly, seeing his red eyes and murderous aura, I didn't dare approach him either. My legs were shaking. I quickly refunded the money. "No way. I can't do this." The bodyguard immediately transferred $5,000. "Understood. Premium hazard pay, right?" "..." That's not what I meant. But it was five thousand dollars! I'm just a lowly corporate slave. How could I resist the temptation of five grand? So, I walked right up to him. Carefully patted his shoulder. "Don't kill me. Put the knife down." I really didn't expect him to be so obedient. He looked at me with hazy eyes for a while, then put the knife away. Then he swayed and collapsed into my arms. Holy crap! He was heavy. I lost my balance and fell with him. Luckily, before hitting the ground, he spun around and cushioned my fall. I landed heavily on top of him.
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