I rejected your confession, but you took my best friend home?

Chapter 471 I'll do it, you can do whatever you want.

Liao Haomiao's mind went blank for a moment. When he came to his senses, he started thinking about who this President Zhou was...

But the conclusion was reached in less than a second: Who else could it be but Zhou Heng? Who else could it be but President Zhou?

"Um... is the President Zhou you mentioned Zhou Heng?"

Just in case the other party had the wrong person, Liao Haomiao cautiously asked again. The other party nodded and said:

"Yes!"

"So you said he's General Manager Zhou... but he's... which company's general manager is he...?"

Liao Haomiao felt his head buzzing and numb, and his voice trembled.

"Junheng, Mr. Zhou is the vice president of Junheng. How come... aren't you... a friend of Mr. Zhou?"

"Junheng Vice President..."

Liao Haomiao dropped the cigarette he had just lit, took two steps back, and looked on in astonishment and disbelief...

He was completely dumbfounded; he couldn't think straight at all...

I've always considered Zhou Heng my best brother. I know his family is well-off, he has a good job, he's not short of money, and he has a bright future...

But I never imagined that Zhou Heng would become the vice president of Junheng? What does that even mean? They're the same age, yet he's left me far behind! Like, I couldn't catch up even if I were hundreds of blocks away...

But why didn't he tell me about this? Why did he hide it from me? At this age, to have reached this position, isn't that something to be proud of?

Why don't you say it out loud... Is it because you're afraid of putting pressure on yourself?

Indeed, I'm under so much pressure right now, I feel like I'm about to explode...

"Ahem... Mr. Zhou is inside. I'll take you in."

Liao Haomiao turned around, then reached out and opened the door to the private room.

As soon as the door opened, the people inside stopped talking and looked towards the door. When Zhou Heng saw the man behind Liao Haomiao, he couldn't help but frown.

"Oh... Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry to bother you, but Secretary Tang can't sign this. It needs your personal signature. It's quite urgent. I had no other choice, so I asked Secretary Tang for your location and came to find you..."

The man quickly stepped past Liao Haomiao, came to Zhou Heng, bent down, and whispered as he handed the document to Zhou Heng.

Everyone else fell silent, watching the scene unfold. Zhu Tao's mouth hung open; even if she didn't understand exactly what was happening, she could tell that Zhou Heng's identity was far from simple...

Zhou Heng took the document without saying a word, signed it skillfully in front of everyone, and then handed it to the man.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhou..."

After putting away the documents, the man bowed slightly to Zhou Heng, then looked at the others, bowed slightly as well, smiled apologetically, and quickly left the private room.

After the man left, the private room remained silent. Liao Haomiao slowly walked back and sat down next to Zhou Heng, his body somewhat stiff.

He recalled his drunken outburst, how he'd put his arm around Zhou Heng and acted like brothers, and now his face flushed...

I bet Zhou Heng doesn't even consider me a brother anymore. How could I possibly be worthy? What social class does he belong to? Who am I to him...?

At this moment, Liao Haomiao remembered a sentence.

When your best friend one day reaches a height that you can never achieve in your lifetime, you should know that he may only ever think of you again in this lifetime...

She only had one chance in her life to ask him for help. As long as it wasn't too outrageous, he would most likely not refuse. But from then on, there would be no more affection between them, and they would never even have any contact again...

This opportunity could even be used to save a life...

"Ah ha ha..."

A moment later, Liao Haomiao laughed awkwardly. He picked up the wine, poured one for Zhou Heng first, then filled his own glass to the brim, to the point that it overflowed...

Liao Haomiao picked up his wine glass, raised it to his forehead, looked at Zhou Heng, and said:

"Brother...brother...let me toast you, I'll drink it all, you can do as you please."

"Eh..."

Before Zhou Heng could say anything, Liao Haomiao downed the entire glass of baijiu in one gulp...

Zhu Tao watched from the side, her hesitant expression revealing her inner turmoil. Her gesture of reaching out to stop Liao Haomiao before letting go again clearly showed her inner conflict.

Zhou Heng didn't say anything. After watching Liao Haomiao finish his entire glass of baijiu, he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, looking quite relaxed.

Then, Zhou Heng patted Liao Haomiao on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't think too much about it."

"Ah good..."

Liao Haomiao didn't even try to understand what Zhou Heng meant before quietly agreeing.

He was already quite intoxicated; the alcohol was taking effect quickly, his brain was racing, and the glass of liquor he had just drunk was irritating his stomach, making him want to vomit...

He was only responding to Zhou Heng's words subconsciously, without thinking at all.

Zhou Heng and Yin Mengran exchanged a glance, and both of them couldn't help but smile wryly. There was nothing they could do about it.

About half an hour later, the dinner was almost over, and in the end, only Yin Mengran and Yu Lingxue were still chatting.

Zhou Heng was on the phone discussing business, while Zhu Tao was taking care of Liao Haomiao, who was drunk and slumped over the table.

"Drink some more water... Look at you, I understand you're happy to see Zhou Heng and the others, but why are you drinking so much..."

As Zhu Tao poured water for Liao Haomiao, she whispered something in his ear.

After a while, Zhou Heng finished his call, walked back, glanced at Liao Haomiao on the table, and said to Zhu Tao:

"Let's go then, it's getting late. Let me take you home first, then let him get some rest. I'll pick him up tomorrow."

"Ah, okay."

The group left together. Zhou Heng found a designated driver to first take Zhu Tao and Liao Haomiao back, and then came back to pick them up.

It took Zhu Tao a lot of effort to help Liao Haomiao back to his hotel room and put him on the bed.

"Come on... raise your arm."

Next, Zhu Tao helped Liao Haomiao take off his coat, which reeked of alcohol, and she prepared to wash it for him.

Liao Haomiao lay on the bed and opened his eyes after a while. He was much more sober now. He stared at the ceiling, his head still very foggy. He heard the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stop.

Then, Zhu Tao took Liao Haomiao's clothes out and hung them to dry under the air conditioner.

"Oh, baby, you're awake! How are you feeling? Are you thirsty? Would you like some water...?"

"Um..."

"Okay, wait a moment."