Chapter 11
Chapter 11
When entertaining clients, drinking is unavoidable. I returned home dead drunk to find 1107 waiting for me.
She helped me into the bathroom. I took my pajamas from her and pushed her away, stumbling inside on my own.
When I finished showering and came out, 1107 had prepared some celery juice to help me sober up.
The salty taste and bitterness spread from my mouth down to my throat, lingering for a long time.
1107 knelt on the sofa, smiling as she watched me suffer through the celery juice.
“Is the celery juice I made a little sweeter than hers?” she asked.
Only then did I realize there was a hint of honey in it.
She must have seen that video He Zhi posted-the one with over two hundred thousand likes. In it, I had come home after a business dinner and reached for my usual milk to settle my stomach, but He Zhi had secretly poured celery juice into the carton instead.
I remembered how quite a few netizens in the comments section had taken it way too seriously back then.
[Why does he drink so much every single day?]
[Am I the only one who finds this kind of prank annoying? Being nauseous after drinking is the worst!]
[Seriously, people will do anything for clout these days.]
He Zhi managed that account; I didn’t even use short-video apps.
She never replied to the comments.
Instead, I had registered a new account the very next morning.
I replied to them one by one: [You talk too much. Get lost.]