Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Jared was stunned by Debbie's words. 'You drank this expensive wine like water?' "Tomboy, it's such a waste! If your husband found out, you'd break his heart. By the way, he's on that business trip, right? Let's get some of the hard stuff. I mean, did you see his liquor cabinet? Vodka, whiskey, brandy, Maotai...He has the best stuff. Tomboy, how about a bottle of limited-edition brandy? This isn't that expensive, I think," he said, grabbing a bottle and examining it.

Lured by the alcohol, he completely forgot about Carlos' warning.

'Limited-edition brandy?' Debbie blinked and wondered. 'This is all my husband's liquor. No big deal to drink a bottle or two. Besides, he's with Megan now...'

When Megan popped into her mind, Debbie slammed another glass of wine, snapped her fingers and told Jared, "Sure, why not? Besides, I'm not letting you leave. You haven't drunk enough."

Jared clapped his hands, cheerful at her assent. "Awesome!"

He took the bottle from the cabinet, removed the lid and poured her a glass, then himself. The smell of alcohol filled the room.

They clinked glasses and drank the brandy. They were feeling pretty good now, the two of them. The room was warm, the lights making the place somewhat indistinct, and their cares were largely forgotten. It was a good time, just these two friends, and in some ways just like old times.

After two glasses of brandy, Debbie's mind was a blank—no more Carlos, no more Megan. She felt great at that moment. And that was the whole point of this little rendezvous.

Jared was a heavy drinker. He was still playing on his phone—it was the latest version made by Carlos' company. After the upgrade, a whole world of games opened to him. And so he was busy downloading one while playing another.

They polished off the bottle of brandy and were about to find something else to drink when Jared's phone rang. He showed Debbie the caller ID and said, "It's Kasie."

With a red face, Debbie stammered, "W-Why is she...calling you now?"

"Not a clue. Maybe she's in trouble." Jared and Kasie were good friends, but he and Debbie had a better relationship. He'd known Debbie longer, and she was just more fun to be around. Still, he cared about Kasie.

When he answered the call, his face changed dramatically. He jumped to his feet and yelled at his phone, "Where are you? Debbie and I... Okay, got it!"

a mask of solemnity. Debbie shook her dizzy head and asked,

asked me to bring some people

sobered up a little. She guzzled some more wine and put on her coat before the two of them

He managed to make his way into the driver's seat,

face was a little redder than usual, but he was fully awake

part of 'no' don't you understand? You'll lose your license and rot in jail. I don't think you'd look good in prison grey. Let's just get a taxi. Or call for

to the law, if a drunk gets behind the wheel, he'll be held by the Traffic Administration Department

at the two-seat sports car.

snapped, "Forget it. Just call

and told him, "Call the driving service for me, and

"Yes, Mr. Han."

At the Merja Karaoke

entered the private booth where Kasie was, they saw many young boys and girls

The lyrics of a love song were displayed on the screen,

to the little soiree. "Jared, what brings

seen you in a

looks pretty.

family, Jared was popular in upper

and were Jared's friends. Jared couldn't be bothered to introduce them to Debbie. He greeted them back and pointed to Kasie, who was surrounded by several

She called you." A girl's soft voice sounded. Both Jared

Debbie hated her—she was Portia, Hayden's sister.

Portia. Her brown long coat was folded and draped