Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 115 Drunk

"Mrs. Qi? Are you still there?" The secretary asked anxiously as she didn't hear a response.

"I am. You were saying that he kept calling my name?" Jean was surprised that Zed would ask for her

in a situation like this. She bit her lip and waited for the secretary to verify as Jean was unsure about

what she had heard.

"Yes. Mrs. Qi. Could you please come get Mr. Qi now? He keeps asking for you, " the secretary had no

choice except to ask Jean to pick Zed up since he was too drunk to call Jean and speak with her. The

secretary had tried to settle him, but when she failed to calm Zed down, she had to call Jean. Now, her

hope rested on Jean. She clutched the cell phone tightly as she was worried that Jean might refuse.

Upon hearing what the secretary said, Jean was startled for a second. To some extent, she was

delighted to hear that Zed had asked for her. As an old saying went, in wine there is truth. Did that

mean he had a spot for her in his heart? Thinking of that, her cheeks flushed. She became even more

delighted now.

"All right. Give me the address and I'll come at once, " Jean said without further hesitation.

Jean quickly took down the address and dressed before she knocked on the door of the guest room.

"Luke, Luke!" She planned to wake Luke and ask him to come along with her since it was late at night.

There was a hint of anxiety in her voice. She was worried about Zed.

A few seconds later, Luke opened the door and looked at Jean with tired eyes. He asked, "Mrs. Jean,

what's the matter?"

"Zed got drunk at a club. Please come with me to pick him up, " Jean said.

"Mr. Zed got drunk?" Luke was dazed by what Jean had said. The weariness on his face faded away

immediately. He nodded, "Please wait a moment. I'll change my clothes at once."

On the way to the club, Jean wondered what had happened. In all the time that she had known him,

Zed had never been in a position to need assistance like this. Even if he drank a lot, he would still be

able to come home by himself.

But what happened to him today? Wait, what happened to his driver?

Jean remembered that a few months ago, Zed had started a new routine of driving to the office but

having a driver bring him home after work.

If she hadn't thought about this, she wouldn't have remembered about the driver.

Since it was already midnight and there were few cars on the road, Luke drove quickly. About twenty

minutes later, they arrived at a high-end club.

Jean guessed that it would probably take hundreds of thousands of dollars to hang out here for just one

night. She walked toward the entrance of the club with Luke. However, they weren't able to enter as the

security guards stopped them outside.

"Do you have a VIP card?" one of the security guards asked sternly.

"VIP card?" Jean was surprised. The secretary hadn't mentioned this. Then she shook her head and

said, "No!"

"You can't get in if you don't have a VIP card!" The security guard replied stiffly.

Jean frowned. Since when did people need VIP cards to get into clubs? If she couldn't get into the club,

then she had no choice but to leave Zed. But she was concerned about him and wanted to at least

check on his condition.

"Mrs. Jean, what should we do now?" Luke was a little anxious as well. After all, Zed was the only son

of the Qi's and he had watched Zed grow up. It was his duty to ensure that Zed was all right. He

couldn't leave Zed alone at the club.

Jean pulled out her phone and dialed Zed's number. As soon as she placed the phone near her ear, a

pre-recorded voice blared, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unreachable."

Jean frowned at the phone. Why couldn't she reach him? Had his phone run out of battery? She hadn't

expected that. Now what should she and Luke do? Jean panicked and wondered how she would get

past the guards. So she took a deep breath and put on an attractive smile. She turned to the security

guard and said, "We are here to collect my husband. Could you please let us in?"

"You can't enter if you don't have a VIP card!"

The security guard used the same stiff tone as before. Jean was so frustrated. This was the first time in

her life that Jean wanted to punch a stranger in the face. However, she knew that being aggressive

would not help. And so, with a smile she said, "Do you know Mr. Qi? Mr. Qi of the Qi Group? His phone

is powered off now. But I got a call earlier from his secretary who is inside. And she said that Mr. Qi

needs help getting home. I am here to pick him up. If you stop us from helping Mr. Qi, today might be

your last day on duty."

Jean had no choice but to use Zed's reputation with the hopes that the security guard would let them

pass. Upon hearing Jean's words, the security guard froze. However, he looked at Jean doubtfully.

After much contemplation, he decided it was safer to follow the regulations of the club. He shook his

head firmly, "You can't get inside if you don't have a VIP card!"

Jean was furious when she saw how stubborn the security guard was being. She held down the urge to

beat him to death. Instead she tried reasoning with him some more. After several minutes of arguing,

the security guard was still insistent that they couldn't enter. Jean almost lost her temper and intended

to hit him. She was such a mild person but now she really wanted to whack him for being so thick

headed! The security guard was really being very unreasonable. Surely he must have experienced

such a situation before. There must be something that he could do!

She paced in front of the entrance of the club as her anxiety mounted. She was still thinking of a way to

get inside. But with Zed's phone dead, she couldn't get in touch with the secretary and she couldn't get

in. Jean didn't even know which room Zed was in at the moment.

"Mrs. Jean, how about I call Mr. Sean for help? The Qi Group is a shareholder of this club. We can ask

Mr. Sean ..."

"No, no, no! Don't do that!" Jean waved her hands. If they interrupted Sean for such a teeny tiny issue

at midnight, she and Zed would definitely get scolded.

"Then what shall we do now ..."

"Jean?" A familiar voice came from behind Jean. Her eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment.

When Jean turned around, her fears were confirmed. Behind her stood Ethan! And he wasn't alone. He

was accompanied by several young men. Judging from their appearances, they must be his rich

friends.

She looked down as she didn't expect that Ethan would turn up at such an occasion.

When he got no response from Jean, Ethan realized what she must be thinking. He explained hastily,

"Jean, don't get me wrong. I came here with my friends. This is purely coincidental. I am only here to

entertain my friends. I'm not ..."

"I understand. You don't need to explain to me."

Ethan got a little upset when he saw her eager to distance herself from him. Looking around, he asked

with confusion, "Why are you here?"

Jean didn't know how to explain her situation. What would people think of Zed if she made it known

that he had gotten drunk at a club and needed to be picked up by his wife? All of a sudden, she thought

of a crazy idea. Her eyes lit up and she asked eagerly, "You are here to hang out with your friends,

right?"

"Yeah..." came Ethan's tentative reply.

"Could you take me inside the club, please?"

"Take you inside?" Ethan was shocked. Ethan looked at her in bewilderment, "What are you doing

here? Why do you want to enter? This club is not a suitable place for a girl."

Jean pouted and explained, "Zed got drunk and I am here to pick him up. But his phone is dead and I

can't get in touch with his secretary. The security guard is being so stubborn and he just won't let me

in!"

She was here to pick up Zed?

Ethan was obviously displeased when he heard that she was here for Zed. Although he didn't want to

help her with that, he couldn't leave her outside alone. Eventually, he nodded and showed his VIP card

to the security guard. Regardless of what had happened between them, Ethan would not abandon

Jean to her problems. Not if there was a way for him to help!

"You can get in now, " Ethan said. He seemed a little upset.

"Thank you so much!" Jean said with a huge grin. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and smiled at

him in appreciation.

"Do you need any help?" He asked. Ethan was going out of his way to be considerate. There was no

way that he would see her suffer even if it meant that he had to help her with Zed.

"I'll be fine." Jean said as she shook her head. She turned to Luke and explained, "Luke will help me

with anything that Zed needs." Then Jean turned back to Ethan and smiled again. She appreciated the © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

help that he had already provided and didn't want to inconvenience him any more than was necessary.

Her biggest dilemma had been the entry. And Ethan had solved that for her.

"Mrs. Qi!" a voice abruptly ended their conversation.

Jean looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw that Zed's secretary was standing at

the front desk. She was waving her hands at Jean.

"I need to go." Jean bowed her head and said. Then she left without another glance at Ethan.

"I was trying to call to find out where you were but Mr. Qi's phone is dead. So I thought you would

probably have trouble getting inside without a VIP card. I'm so glad to see that you reached safely and

found a way to enter." The secretary said with relief.

"Where is he?" When Jean glanced around, she couldn't see Zed anywhere. She had been anxious

about his condition all this while and couldn't wait anymore.

"Come this way, I'll take you to him."

Soon, the secretary led Jean and Luke to the private room. The room was luxuriously decorated. When

Jean stepped inside, she turned around slowly to study the room. It was huge, almost like a palace. It

was splendid and magnificent in every way possible. It was so big that she couldn't see where the room

ended. The room had been divided into several sections. Each of these sections was designed for a

different kind of entertainment. People could sing songs, play games, swim and hold party in these

sections.

It was indeed overwhelming to take it all in at once. When Jean turned, She saw that the bar counter in

the room was full of empty bottles of wine, glasses, fruit plates, all kinds of food and also several

glasses, and shots of colorful cocktails.

Where was Zed? Jean was stunned when she saw how many empty bottles of wine were on the

counter. The more bottles she saw, the more concerned Jean became.

"Mrs. Qi, this way!" The secretary walked to a door and opened it quietly. Jean followed her inside.

Jean and the secretary walked down a short hall before entering a spacious living room. This seemed

to be a guest accommodation of sorts. She had passed several doors in the hall, which Jean presumed

led to bathrooms or wash rooms.

Jean was shocked! She had never imagined that a club would offer a private area that would be so

huge. Considering the size of the rooms she saw before she entered the hall, all this space combined

together would be bigger than Zed's villa. How much did it take to spend a night here?

The moment she stepped in the bedroom, she saw Zed lying on a bed. He seemed to be in a very

uncomfortable position with his arms and legs stretched out.

Wait a minute! There was a bed here, too?

"If there's a bed here, then why did you call me? He could have just rested here, no?" Jean looked at

the secretary as she pointed to the bed and spoke. She couldn't understand why the secretary would

ask her to pick up Zed if the accommodations here were so comfortable.