"Hello." After arriving at the location, Zhou Zhou found the screenwriting team's seats. There were men and women sitting at the table, and the female screenwriters present were all impressed when Zhou Zhou appeared.
One of them picked up the bag next to him to make room for him, and said, "Editor Zhou, right? Come and sit down."
Zhou Zhou's face wasn't as stunning as in the book, but he was still a genuinely handsome man, tall and muscular, even stronger than in the book.
"Thank you." The person sitting on the other side of the table was a male screenwriter, so Zhou Zhou didn't feel awkward at all.
"I heard that Editor Zhou suffered from natural gas poisoning a while ago, which really panicked our scriptwriting team."
"Indeed, nowadays audiences prefer 100% faithful adaptations, so it's safer to have the original author involved."
The two male screenwriters laughed and joked, their attitude enigmatic, neither good nor bad. Zhou Zhou wasn't annoyed; she simply smiled and remained silent.
The director of "My Life Is Limited" is not surnamed Sun, but Wang. He came in with a middle-aged man. Zhou Zhou learned from others that the middle-aged man was the investor of the show and was keeping the popular young actress who played the female lead.
Zhou Zhou watched Director Wang fawning over the investor and felt a wave of sarcasm. The difference between the book and reality was no greater than this. In the book, because he was the wife of President Fu and had the huge Fu Group behind him, everyone fawned over him, which is why the filming team and production quality of "Boundless" could be considered excellent.
The reality is different. A web series is often just a tool used by the sponsors to promote a female lead.
The atmosphere at the event was too heavy with drinking culture. Zhou Zhou couldn't hold his liquor, but he had no choice but to drink more than one glass. Now his stomach is burning and his head is spinning.
He took out his phone from under the table and sent Louis a location message, asking him to come pick him up later when he was free.
Zhou Zhou glanced at the director's table; he needed to find an opportunity to leave early.
"Yo." The sugar daddy, slightly tipsy, glanced around and saw a young man at a round table not far away looking in their direction with hazy eyes. His fair face was flushed with two pink patches, and with those handsome eyebrows and eyes, the sugar daddy felt his throat burning and swallowed hard.
"What's that?" The sponsor gestured with his chin towards Director Wang, indicating that he was looking towards the screenwriting team.
Director Wang was also quite tipsy. Upon hearing this, he looked over and saw the patron next to him looking on with interest. He said softly, "This is someone from Shengyuan. The original author of this play is named Zhou Zhou."
"Zhou Zhou~" The sponsor pondered the name for a moment, and the smile that appeared on his face made Director Wang understand immediately.
He couldn't help but offer some words of comfort: "Mr. Wu, isn't this inappropriate?"
"Tsk, Brother Wang, what's this about whether it's suitable or not? I'm not doing anything." President Wu clicked his tongue and continued to sized up Zhou Zhou, who was looking down at his phone. He felt that Zhou Zhou looked more attractive from this angle.
Zhou Zhou was unaware that General Manager Wu had his eye on him. His alcohol tolerance had reached its limit, and he was on the verge of passing out drunk.
It won't work.
Zhou Zhou suddenly stood up, bent down, and greeted the female screenwriter next to him.
"Sister Liu, I need to go to the restroom."
Sister Liu had been to many such occasions, and was now drinking one glass of wine after another, already quite tipsy. She only heard someone saying something in her ear, and then she waved her hand and said...
"Go! Go! Go."
Zhou Zhou walked along the wall with her head down, trying to minimize her presence. After leaving the private room, she grabbed a waiter and asked him for directions to the restroom before rushing off.
Stepping into the cubicle and locking it, Zhou Zhou felt nauseous as soon as he saw the toilet. The group of people had been drinking since they came up, and without any food in their stomachs, Zhou Zhou felt a burning sensation in his throat and stomach tract as he vomited.
The phone rang, and Zhou Zhou answered it without hesitation.
"Hey, Louis, I'm still here. Yes, come quick, I'll go back and wait for you."
After hanging up Louis's call, Zhou Zhou went to the sink to wash her face, stood by the window for a while in the cold wind, and returned to the private room when she was more alert.
When I arrived, I saw Director Wang and General Manager Wu had already walked to their screenwriting team's table, each holding a wine glass, seemingly to offer a toast.
When Zhou Zhou saw this scene at the door, he planned to take a few steps back and wait for them to finish drinking before going in. However, the male screenwriter on the other side of his seat saw him and greeted him.
"Hey, Zhou Zhou!" Not content with just greeting him, he grinned at Director Wu and Director Wang, "Isn't this just like the devil appearing on the cuff?"
The male screenwriter's surname was Cao. Sister Liu, who was sitting one seat away from him, had just seen Zhou Zhou at the door but pretended not to see him. When Cao called the person in, she glared at him from the angle.
"Xiao Zhou, come on, we've been waiting for you." Director Wang waved to him enthusiastically. President Wu, who was standing next to him, kept staring at Zhou Zhou, making Zhou Zhou feel uncomfortable, but he could only bite the bullet and go over.
"Director Wang, President Wu." Zhou Zhou resignedly returned to his seat, and was about to pour himself a drink when he found that his glass was already full.
Zhou Zhou frowned, but he couldn't pour the wine out in front of everyone, so he could only raise his glass like everyone else.
“You are all talented young people. This toast is for you.” The emphasis in the first half of the sentence was on the word “talented.” When President Wu said this, his eyes seemed to be fixed on Zhou Zhou.
Zhou Zhou lowered his head and pretended not to see it, inwardly cursing the other person as a pervert. He had seen it all before, so why would he not understand the meaning of that look?
The other party was practically slapping banknotes in his face and then telling him his room number.
The glasses held by General Manager Wu and Director Wang were specifically for drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor), and each glass contained only a small sip, unlike the screenwriting team who drank a full glass of beer at a time.
Zhou Zhou stared at the liquid in his hand, which had been poured by someone, and cautiously took a small sip.
“Screenwriter Zhou, has everyone finished drinking?” Mr. Wu suddenly spoke up.
Zhou Zhou had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink most of the glass, then shook his head.
"I have a bad temper when I drink; I'll go crazy if I drink too much."
"It's alright, they're young people, I can understand." Mr. Wu smiled enigmatically.
The smile made Zhou Zhou's scalp tingle, and he wanted to go up and punch him.
After several rounds of drinking, the hot dishes finally arrived, with various meat dishes steaming hot, but Zhou Zhou couldn't concentrate at all.
A burning sensation surged from within, eager to burst forth from the body.
Damn it, there really is something wrong with this wine.
Zhou Zhou's breathing gradually quickened; this couldn't go on. Suppressing her agitation, she sent a message to Louis, asking how much longer it would take for him to arrive.
The other party did not reply to him.
After enduring for about ten more minutes, Zhou Zhou could feel that his body was gradually becoming abnormal, and Louis had not yet arrived.
Zhou Zhou pulled out a chair and rushed to the bathroom outside again, rinsing her head with cold water at the sink over and over again.
This is not a good idea, but he doesn't have any other way to alleviate the situation for the time being.
“Zhou Zhou is the screenwriter, what a coincidence.”
"Yes, Mr. Wu, please wash your hands." Zhou Zhou smiled outwardly but cursed inwardly. He knew without a doubt that this bastard had drugged him.
"Mr. Wu, please take your time. I'll be going now." Zhou Zhou walked around the other person and headed out, but the other person used his large size to block his way.
"Oh dear, what's wrong with screenwriter Zhou Zhou? Why is your face so red?" President Wu leaned closer, staring at her fair skin that was unlike any other woman's, and made smacking noises, which made Zhou Zhou feel nauseous.
"I've had too much to drink and need to sober up, otherwise I'll go on a drunken rampage." Zhou Zhou circled around from the other side, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
"Going on a drunken rampage?" Mr. Wu's expression was like that of a pervert. He chuckled and leaned closer, his hands already reaching out to the other person's body. "Let me see how screenwriter Zhou Zhou goes on a drunken rampage~"
"Mr. Wu, you must be joking." Zhou Zhou took a few steps back to avoid the other party, and said with a gloomy face, "When I'm drunk, I'm going to hit people."
"Hitting someone?" Mr. Wu sized up the other person, but instead of restraining himself, he became even more audacious, suddenly taking a step forward, grabbing the other person's waist, and forcefully pressing his lips against theirs.
"Come on, let me experience how screenwriter Zhou Zhou hits people—ouch!"
Mr. Wu was knocked to the ground by a punch, clutching his swollen left cheek, his eyes filled with disbelief. It was unclear whether he hadn't expected the other party to hit him or hadn't expected the punch to be so powerful.
Zhou Zhou, with one hand on the sink and the other raised in a fist, lowered his hand as the other person fell to the ground and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, I couldn't help myself when you said that. Did you feel it?"
The drug's effects intensified in his body. In addition to the aphrodisiac components, Zhou Zhou felt his vision gradually blurring, which was probably due to the presence of a sedative.
This was no place to linger. Zhou Zhou wanted to leave quickly, so he stopped talking to Mr. Wu, who was sitting on the ground and hadn't reacted yet, and strode past him toward the bathroom exit.
The drug took effect quickly; not only did his vision blur, but his legs also went weak. Zhou Zhou cursed the other party inwardly, thinking that he had seen actors sexually harassed, but never screenwriters.
"What a fucking idiot."
Zhou Zhou couldn't help but swear, and as he leaned against the wall to walk outside, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.
The sound of wind breaking followed, and Zhou Zhou was about to turn around—
With a 'bang'.
Mr. Wu threw away the stick he had taken from the corner of the bathroom and spat viciously at the ground.
"Damn it, a writer like you dares to hit me? I'll show you what I'm made of tonight."
"Mr. Wu!"
"Mr. Wu!"
Two men who had come with Mr. Wu to attend the social event rushed over in a hurry. When they saw that the other man's left cheek was swollen, they immediately realized what was going on.
One person came over to help him up, while another grabbed Zhou Zhou, who had fainted on the ground, by the collar and raised his fist high.
"What the hell are you doing!" Mr. Wu kicked the man in the waist, making him stagger.
"Don't fucking slap me in the face! I only care about that face! Take me away!"
City dwellers have an exceptionally rich nightlife, with the lights making the scene even more vibrant than during the day. Xiao Xiaowei, reeking of alcohol, leans against the door of a black Maybach, enjoying the breeze. The lights accentuate her delicate features, making her even more beautiful.
Several men who came out of the bar saw her and went up to chat her up.
Xiao Xiaowei smiled and looked at them, then waved behind them.
"Husband~~"
Several men turned around and saw a man in a black trench coat approaching with an aura of authority. They all stepped back, glanced at Xiao Xiaowei a few times, and left reluctantly.
'Damn it, he's already taken!'
"Don't yell." Fu Hengzhi tossed the other person a bottle of orange juice and stopped a meter away, afraid of getting smelled of alcohol on the other person.
"Hmm." Xiao Xiaowei didn't care. She unscrewed the cap and poured half a bottle of orange juice, then said coquettishly, "You call me your sweetheart in front of your parents, but you turn your back on them as soon as we're out."
Fu Hengzhi's face darkened upon hearing this. "When have I ever called you that?"
"Sigh, if you don't have it, you don't have it. You men are so heartless," Xiao Xiaowei complained in a coquettish voice.
“Don’t come to places like this again. What if my family sees you?” Fu Hengzhi scolded the other party.
"No, no, I'm not going back home after I come here." Xiao Xiaowei spread her hands and chuckled, gesturing to her surroundings. "I don't bring people home either, right? This area is full of high-quality places."
"The jacuzzi in that hotel is comfortable."
"The hotel provided plenty of props."
"That place has great service! Their morning wake-up call is really nice!"
“That one…” Xiao Xiaowei was still explaining when she saw Fu Hengzhi staring blankly at the hotel she had just introduced.
Xiao Xiaowei looked around, then chuckled, "So you like wake-up services, huh?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the person in front of him rushed out like a gust of wind.
"Holy crap?" Xiao Xiaowei watched him climb over the fence and rush towards the hotel, and didn't react for a long time.