"Give me another bottle please?" Yan Mor Tee told the bartender when he tried to drink straight from an empty bottle. You can see how worried the bartender face was but he cannot say NO and gave another bottle to Young Master Yan. He secretly looked for the number of Song Dei Si in their VIP guest list and dialled her number. Although, Privé Club is exclusively for the rich and famous, you can see Song Dei Si's name listed beside Young Master Yan's name in their guest list being his a.s.sistant who directly coordinate all Yan Mor Tee's special events in the club.

"Miss Song, this is Lu Ming Yan from Privé Club. If you don't have anything up, would you care to go into our Club and help Young Master Yan to bring himself safely home. I apologize for inconvenience this may cause you but he is such in a stupor state now and he didn't bring his driver along with him" the woman he had spoken to can feel how worried the bartender is and agreed to drop by to fetch Young Master Yan even if it is already 1AM.

After the bartender push the end call b.u.t.ton, he throw a glimpse at Young Master Yan and silently asked himself what has gotten into him to put himself into a drunken stupor.

.....

As Song Dei Si entered the club, the bartender had caught sight of her and waved at her requesting to move to the bar where Young Master Yan is helplessly located.

Song Dei Si put on a big strides as she went to Yan Mor Tee's location. She could see him unconcious at the bar table and saw the bottle of wine next to him.

"How many bottles did he empty?" She worriedly asked the bartender.

"Two, he wasn't able to drink the last one as already pa.s.sed out". The bartender told her.

Song Dei Si wanted to scold the bartender for allowing him to empty two bottles but decided to thanked him instead for calling and informing her of Yan Mor Tee's current state.

"Yan Mor Tee, wake up!" She poked him at the shoulder to awaken him.

Young Master Yan didn't stir, so she slightly shaken him and keep on calling his name.

After number of attempts, she could see Yan Mor Tee slowly gaining his consiousness and that gave her a sigh of relief.

Yan Mor Tee looked at the woman who worriedly stood next to him and smiled as she recognized her.

"XiaoSi" he whispered.

Song Dei Si was stunned on the way he addressed her. When was the last time he called her on such an endearment name? Seven years ago? She just couldn't remember exactly when. All she could remember was the looked of the boy who helplessly crying and begging her not to dump him in one Sat.u.r.day rainy night. That boy is the same man who is looking back at her now in the same helpless demeanor.

"Let's get home" she said as she tried to get a grip on him.

Yan Mor Tee looked at Song Dei Si and asked her "Why do you keep on telling me to get home?" He paused. "While you're here. I am already home."