We're Going On A Field Trip

When Qing Chen and Feng Xuan went home that night around one in the morning, both of their heads were swimming with alcohol. But unfortunately, neither of them were drunk enough to just drop asleep on the bed.

So they went to the shower together and soaked themselves in the humongous bathtub. They lit scented candles and turned out the light. One of Feng Xuan's legs were on top of Qing Chen's and the water reached above their chests. He had an arm around her and she was holding his hand with both of hers.

"What are your plans?" she asked him, recalling the conversation they had on the roof.

"Take over," Qing Chen answered with his eyes closed. "With father gone… I'll be able to do what I want with the mafia."

"Is it really that bad?" Feng Xuan asked. "Maybe you don't have to abolish it."

"One thing's for sure. I'm no longer going to be a drug dealer once I'm done with this."

"What about the other stuff?"