WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Goddess, happy 18th birthday!"

Someone shouted among the crowd and the rest quickly followed.

And soon, someone started singing Y Country's birthday song as everyone poured Mo Ning another round of wine.

"Thank you."

Mo Ning did not decline. She had no idea how much she had drank and even if the alcoholic content was light, it was enough to make Mo Ning drunk.

Her usually clear mind was now muddled. And even her usually measured smile had a tinge of drunken silliness to it.

But even so, her peachy eyes were even more radiant as if stars resided within, glowing ever bright.

Having lived until 18, this was the first time she was so happy.

The gathering lasted until midnight before it ended.

Aside from a few who could hold their poison, the rest had already collapsed.

"Let's send them back."

The clear-headed ones decided to send everyone back by turn, when it came to Mo Ning's turn, she declined.

"No need for me, I plan to spent the night here, and go back tomorrow."

Before she started drinking, she had already informed Mo Shan that she will be staying the night at her friend's place, fearing the fact that her drunkenness would invite a flurry of venom and beating.

"Goddess, I'll book a room for you!"

Someone volunteered and ran off, well before Mo Ning could decline. And five minutes later, he came back with a room card and passed it to her.

"1106."

"Thank you."

"I'll send you to your room!"

Before Mo Ning could even say anything, a female classmate with the alcoholic endurance of a seadog helped Mo Ning up.

Being able to get so close to Mo Ning's body had her all excited. "Goddess, you sure are tall. 176 at least? Hehehe, your skin is soft, and you smell good. I want to hug you~~"

"…"

Even when she was smashed, Mo Ning still had black lines over her head.

The girl sent her back to room 1106 and carefully laid her on the soft and comfortable bed.

Seeing Mo Ning beautiful eyes and the smile remaining on her lips, she suddenly clutched her chest.

"Oh, I'm about to fall!"

Seemingly afraid that her inner beast will make her do unspeakable things to her goddess, the girl quickly covered Mo Ning with the duvet as she turned off the light and left the room.

At the last moment, she suddenly remembered about preparing a bottle of water for the hangover as she kept the door half-closed and ran towards the counter to buy a bottle.

And as she left, Mo Ning slept in her daze.

…

At that moment, before the VIP lift of Club Roman.

"Boss."

Yan Sinian's right-hand man, Yan Yi bowed slightly as he whispered. "Want me to send you to your room to rest?"

"No."

Yan Sinian laid lazily against the wall, his posture still oozed grace and elegance.

Even when he was slightly drunk, he still wore a faint smile. His grace and posture was immaculate. Yet, the next thing he said shattered that illusion.

"Who knows if you'll do anything hanky-panky while I'm asleep?"

"…"

Yan Yi too was drunk.

This Dark Godfather in the eyes of many was seemingly omnipotent, just like a god, but what was inside him—no one could see it without flinching.

Yan Sinian held a piece of golden thin card as he entered the lift.

A crisp DING! Later, the lift door closed.

Using the bright light inside the lift, Yan Sinian looked at the card in his hand. As it was made of pure gold, it was particularly shiny under the light.