Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 854: Getting Drunk is Not Scary Jared buried his face in his hands, unable to look directly at Tina.

The problem? She was completely tone-deaf.

Her singing wasn't just bad-it was catastrophic. It sounded like sunholy cross between a wailing banshee and a malfunctioning car alarm. Who could have guessed that someone as brilliant as Tina could sing like she was summoning demons? The entire room had nearly ascended to the afterlife.

And the dancing? Words failed him.

Where on earth had she learned moves like that? "Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the turnip! I'll shoot your head off with one shot..." "I love taking baths, turtles falling down, oh-oh-oh..." Tina's impromptu concert raged on until four in the morning.

Thankfully, the Brookes family estate was isolated-no neighbors to call in noise complaints. Otherwise, the police would've shown up hours ago. Finally, Tina ended her "performance" with a tic, off-key rendition of "I'm a girl, a cute girl..." before collapsing face-first onto the floor.

Jared let out a long, exhausted sigh. If she hadn't passed out, the rest of them surely would have. Surviving her banshee wails while she had a painted face and a broken arm was nothing short of heroic endurance.

The moment Tina hit the floor, lan clapped his hands and barked orders. "Quick! Get her to her room, lock the door, and get someone to keep her in the room. Don't let her out under any circumstances!" As if to emphasize his relief, he patted his chest with his uninjured hand. "She scaredhalf to death." The servants, clearly traumatized but trained to obey, sprang into action. They hoisted Tina like she was a sack of potatoes and carried her upstairs.

It wasn't just the Brookes family who had suffered tonight. Even the servants looked like they'd been through a war. A silent prayer passed through the house: please, let this never happen again.

Once Tina was locked safely away, the family, utterly drained, scattered to their rooms without even bothering to wash up.

Jared, who usually shared a room with Tina, wasn't about to take any chances. After what he'd just witnessed, there was no way he was sleeping in the sspace as her. Who knew what fresh chaos she might unleash? He retreated to a guest room instead.

As for Ruud, the poor man didn't even have a guest room to escape to. He resigned himself to the living room sofa, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he settled in for the night.

The Next Day Tina didn't wake up until noon.

When her eyes finally cracked open, she glanced at the clock and froze. Twelve? Why had she slept so late? Confused but unbothered, she stretched, freshened up in the bathroom, and headed downstairs.

As she descended, she noticed Jared and the rest of the Brookes family gathering in the living room. She paused mid-step, her brows furrowing.

"???" What on earth were they wearing on their faces? Were they... rehearsing for a play? The family members, seeing Tina, collectively took a cautious step back, their expressions wary.

"Y-you... are you sober now?" Tina blinked, confused. "Sober? From what?" Oh, right. She'd been drinking last night. But when had she fallen asleep? She couldn't remember anything after the first few glasses.

Brandon stepped forward cautiously, studying her face. "So... you're saying you're completely clear-headed now?" "Yes, Uncle Brandon, I'm fine," Tina replied, puzzled. "What's wrong with you guys?" A massive, collective sigh of relief rippled through the room.

"She's finally sober," lan muttered, collapsing into a chair like a man who'd been pulled back from the brink of death.

Jared pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Do you seriously not remember anything from last night?" "What do you mean?" Tina tilted her head, tapping her temple as if trying to jog her memory. Nothing. Her mind was a complete blank. "Ahem." Jared cleared his throat and stared at her. "You're tellingyou don't remember anything?" Tina rolled her eyes. "I said I don't! What happened?" Her gaze flicked over to Jared's face, and her lips twitched.

"Uncle, why do you have... a strawberry cake painted on your face? If I wanted cake, I'd eat a real one, not chew on your face." Jared's expression darkened. "You painted it." Tina blinked, stunned. "Me? When?" "Last night," he replied flatly.

"..." Tina felt a sense of doom creeping over her.

Her eyes darted to the rest of the family. "Wait... did I paint on your faces too?" They all nodded in unison.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brandon couldn't hold it in anymore. He stepped forward, his voice full of righteous indignation.

"You got drunk! Not only did you paint on our faces, but you also made Ruud andrun a 20-kilometer weighted obstacle course, gave us laxatives, and-most importantly-sang like a banshee all night long! You didn't just torment us physically; you destroyed us mentally!" He pointed to the dark circles under his eyes. "Look at me! I look like a raccoon!"

Brandon had skipped washing his face that morning on purpose. Instead, he'd sent a group message to the family, telling everyone to leave Tina's "artwork" intact until she woke up. They'd all agreed it was a brilliant idea. "..." Tina was speechless. Scarlett approached her, trying to soften the blow. "Tina, don't listen to Brandon. Your singing wasn't that bad. Just... maybe don't sing again, okay?" "..." Tina's face burned with embarrassment.

Jared crossed his arms. "Your painting skills are decent. Just don't paint on us again." lan chimed in, his expression deadpan. "Your magic tricks were... memorable. Just don't do them again." Ruud opened his mouth, about to mention the laxatives, but one look at Tina's mortified face made him think better of it.

Tina wanted to crawl into a hole. She knew she couldn't handle alcohol, and yet, here she was-reliving her worst nightmare. This wasn't even the first time.

The first incident had been back at Serenity Ridge, where she'd accidentally downed Master Tam's om prized liquor. That night's chaos had been so legendary her brothers had to remind her of it for weeks. Midnight obstacle courses, door- smearing pranks, and forcing them to dress as women for square dances...

it had been a disaster. Since then, her brothers had banned alcohol within a ten-mile radius of her.

But last night... it must have been Ruud's fault.

She glanced at Ruud, narrowing her eyes. The turtle design on his face weirdly suited him, but she still deducted points mentally for his lack of cooperation.

lan, sensing her spiraling thoughts, patted her shoulder. "It's fine, Tina. Just... don't drink again, okay?" Tina nodded, still mortified.

lan waved to the group. "Alright, everyone, go clean up and get ready for lunch." The family dispersed, grateful for the reprieve.

By the tthey returned, the servants had laid out the meal Just as they were about to dig in, a furious voice roared from the front door. "Ruud, you bastard! Get out here!"