Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

"Sir, can I just call you 'sir' and that be enough? I'll find you a wife, I'll compensate you for the clothes, but could you sober up a bit? This is a matter of life and death, and Jun Moyan is about to lose his temper," Qing Yi was nearly driven mad by the drunken man.

"You find me a wife? Pull the other one! You've been single for tens of thousands of years; better compensate me with an additional piece of clothing instead," the drunk said, tilting his head back and taking another swig of alcohol.

The strong liquor flowed from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and then followed his exquisite collarbone further down...

It made his already damp chest even wetter. The white fabric of his clothing clung to his fair skin, conjuring the phrase "wet temptation" in one's mind.

Although the drunkard was indeed a drunkard, he was by no means sloppy. On the contrary, he was very clean, and importantly, he was incredibly handsome... enough to shame the moon and flowers.

Cough cough, that is, very delicate-looking, more beautiful than most girls.

Qing Yi snatched the wine gourd from his hand, which had quite the "Ji Gong" style to it.

Because he was also carrying the drunkard's medical kit, he could only rudely tuck the wine gourd under his armpit.

"Worst come to worst, I'll marry you; will that do?"

"Give the liquor back... cough cough," the drunkard was about to snatch back the wine gourd when he heard Qing Yi's words and nearly choked to death on his drink.

Stunned for a second or two, the drunkard forcibly freed his hand from Qing Yi's grasp, frightened so much that he no longer cared about the wine gourd and started running outside clumsily.

Qing Yi caught up with him in just a few strides, grabbing him by the back of his collar and heading toward the main villa.

"Big brother, stop messing around. Jun Moyan is really going to lose his temper; just come with me to save someone... no, to save a cat, okay?"

Qing Yi's neck chilled at the thought of Jun Moyan's dark expression.

In the past, even when Jun Moyan himself got hurt, he never looked so distressed. It was really worse than when he got hurt himself.

Speaking of which, weren't they just delivering goods? How did they bring back a half-dead cat and even Jun himself got injured?

Later, he must ask Qing Yi what exactly happened.

"You, Qing Yi, hiding your beastly heart behind a human face, you've really hidden it deep enough. I thought you were my brother, but you actually want to marry me? Do you also want to sleep with me? Let me tell you, better drop this terrifying thought early. I, the drunkard, like women, fragrant women, no, women with the scent of alcohol, not some sweaty brute," the drunkard said as he was being pulled by his collar, nearly falling several times.

This flurry of smooth talk made Qing Yi suspect that this guy might just be pretending to be drunk.

"Can you shut up? The whole Wu Garden can hear you. Do you really have to wake everyone up?" Qing Yi was going crazy; this damned drunkard, when you sober up, just see if I don't beat...

Forget it, as if he'll sober up.

"Stop pulling; you're going to strangle me," the drunkard complained, his collar tight around his throat. His eyes rolled back as he involuntarily backed up, following Qing Yi's steps while gasping for air.

Qing Yi couldn't be bothered with him and just continued to pull him along by his collar.

"Help! Someone help! Qing Yi this shameless thing is attacking me; my chastity is in peril tonight," the drunkard shouted.

Qing Yi stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

If he hadn't been used to the drunkard's mad babbling after being around him for so long, he really might have been so furious that he died from spitting blood.

"Tonight my chastity is at risk, this society is too dark! On a dark and windy night, they shamelessly rob a young man of his innocence. Doesn't anyone care?"

A vein popped on Qing Yi's forehead as he clenched his teeth, repeatedly telling himself to stay calm, to keep cool.