Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 1014 - 23: My Dear Lady, You’ll Fall!

After settling Zimei, the butler and the servants tidied up the wine bottles and broken glass on the floor, then withdrew.As evening approached, the sky gradually became overcast and seemed like it would rain. The butler was instructing the servants to move his beloved potted plants under the eaves when a familiar, deep voice sounded from behind.

"Uncle Chen."

The butler was taken aback and turned around, hardly believing his eyes when he saw the man standing before him.

"Mr. Ye, why are you here?" the butler asked in astonishment.

Ye Cheng had met with Mo Qian and learned from him about the thrilling incident on the cruise last night.

Mo Qian said that without Zimei’s help, they might not have been able to escape from those Japanese. And the reason Zimei was willing to help without holding a grudge was undoubtedly because of him.

Zimei saved his good friend, yet didn’t mention a word to him.

She didn’t use the situation to claim credit or ask him for anything in return, which made Ye Cheng feel very uncomfortable.

Especially considering the text message she had sent to draw a clear boundary, he couldn’t sit still any longer. So, three years later, he stepped in here for the first time.

"I’ve come to see her." Ye Cheng concealed all emotions in his phoenix eyes and said calmly.

The butler was about to respond when suddenly a servant rushed in, panting heavily, "Butler, it’s... it’s not good! Miss, she’s climbed onto the balcony and refuses to come down!"

Ye Cheng dashed into the bedroom and immediately saw Zimei in a snow-white nightgown, sitting by the balcony, swinging her legs.

She still held a bottle of red wine in her hand, lazily drinking.

The sky darkened as rain was imminent, and the wind blew her long hair and dress, making them billow.

The butler followed Ye Cheng into the room and, upon seeing this scene, felt incredibly anxious, "Miss got drunk after returning home, barely managed to sleep for the afternoon, and now this... sigh!"

Ye Cheng felt a pang in his heart hearing this.

Without further hesitation, he quickly walked over and stood behind Zimei.

"Zimei, come down."

Upon hearing the deep voice of the man, Zimei slowly turned her head. Upon seeing that incomparably handsome face, she paused, her bright eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Who are you?" Her head was dizzy, like a mush.

"Come down first, and we’ll talk." Ye Cheng, unusually patient, reached out intending to pull her down.

Seeing the man’s long, fair hand reaching towards her, Zimei warily shrank back: "Don’t touch me!"

She forgot that she was sitting on the balcony, her movement was quite large, Ye Cheng’s face turned tense as he watched, his heart pounding.

This was the third floor; if she fell, she could very likely break her legs and arms.

"Miss, please come down quickly, it’s dangerous up there!" The butler watched in fear and promptly rushed over to persuade her.

"Uncle Chen, why do you always fuss over me?" Zimei grumbled discontentedly, "I’m just sitting here to get some air, why are you all so nervous?"

Drinking wine and getting some air on the balcony, how pleasant.

She didn’t want to come down.

"My dear madam, you could fall!" The butler was so worried he broke out in a sweat.

Zimei shook her head indifferently: "Don’t worry, I have good skills... it won’t happen..." she said, hiccuping from the alcohol.

Drunk as she was, she still remembered she had good skills.

The butler didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Zimei stopped looking at the two, and raised her head to gulp down the wine. She drank a bit rashly, red wine spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining her snow-white nightgown in patches of dark red.

"Miss, you—"

The butler wanted to say something more, but Ye Cheng suddenly spoke up, "Uncle Chen, let me persuade her."

Although the butler was worried, he knew about Zimei’s temperament.

Nothing could compel her, except Ye Cheng.