Chapter 18 Taking the Drunk Man Home

Seeing Zhu Jin's expression, no one dared to utter a sound.

Gu Yiqian looked at Zhu Jin in disbelief, never expecting him to lose his temper with him.

"Brother Jin, what's wrong with you...?"

"You can't even get some peace and quiet, huh? What's all this fuss about!"

Zhu Jin's tone was low and cold, sending a chill down one's spine.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Zhu Jin glanced at Shen Shuangmiao: "I'm the one who invited her. Don't mess with her without my permission in the future."

Shen Shuangmiao looked at him in surprise.

The next second, Zhu Jin continued, "To me, she's just an insignificant person. You can all just ignore her too."

Shen Shuangmiao pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

The burning pain in her palms seemed to remind her how ridiculous it was to think that Zhu Jin would help her.

This man treated her worse than he would a stray cat or dog on the street.

She gave a self-deprecating smile and turned to leave.

Just as I reached the door, Zhu Jin's voice came from inside.

"stop."

Shen Shuangmiao paused, turned around, and saw Zhu Jin following her unhappily, his steps unsteady.

He stretched out his hand and waved it at Shen Shuangmiao as if he were ordering his assistant around.

"Come and help me up."

Shen Shuangmiao took a deep breath, thinking that she could get her marriage certificate and be free tomorrow, so she went over and took Zhu Jin's arm.

Upon seeing the injury on her palm, Zhu Jin's eyes darkened for a moment, and then he pressed almost half of his body against her.

Shen Shuangmiao could only use all her strength to support him, holding his strong, muscular arm, and slowly leading him downstairs.

As they went downstairs, Zhu Jin's body remained pressed tightly against hers, and the familiar woody scent filled her nostrils.

Shen Shuangmiao couldn't remember the last time she had physical contact with Zhu Jin.

In the past two years, she has waited alone in her empty room but hasn't seen Zhu Jin many times.

Zhou Wu was a widow, and she was also living a life of widowhood.

Lost in thought, Shen Shuangmiao helped Zhu Jin to the roadside: "Where is your car? Is the driver here?"

Zhu Jin frowned deeply, staring at her: "You didn't drive here?"

Shen Shuangmiao looked at him calmly: "I don't have a car."

"You didn't drive the Panamera away from the garage?" Zhu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly.

Hearing this, Shen Shuangmiao found it utterly ridiculous.

She said calmly, "Do I need to remind you again? Apart from the shares and assets of the studio, I didn't take anything else. If you want to give it to me, I can gladly accept it."

Zhu Jin's eyes darkened, and he scoffed, "With Fu Xuan working himself to the bone for you in the studio, you'll be able to afford a car sooner or later. Why would you still be thinking about me?"

"Where exactly is your car?" Shen Shuangmiao didn't want to talk to him about this, so she abruptly changed the subject.

Zhu Jin was displeased. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look directly at him.

"You did that back then because you saw that I was an illegitimate child and could never return to the Zhu family, and you couldn't stand the loneliness, right?"

Shen Shuangmiao's heart sank.

They were saying something she couldn't understand at all, like nonsense that was trying to defame her.

Shen Shuangmiao remembered that Zhu Jin was not like this when he was drunk before. He would just hold her tightly and call her "baby" over and over again.

She turned her face away and pulled Zhu Jin's hand down.

"Where is your car? If you didn't drive here, call the driver."

"The driver has taken leave due to some business." Zhu Jin withdrew his hand casually. "Go and hail a taxi."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuangmiao paused for a moment.

She frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Zhu Jin hadn't taken a taxi in a long time, but now he was actually willing to condescend to take one.

Shen Shuangmiao said nothing, hailed a car by the roadside, and helped Zhu Jin inside.

On the way to the Zhu family's residence, Zhu Jin kept his eyes closed, seemingly quite drunk.

Shen Shuangmiao glanced at the current time.

It's already 2 a.m. after all this trouble.

It looks like she won't be able to sleep tonight.

Shen Shuangmiao patiently asked, "Can you get up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning? Have you prepared all your documents?"

Zhu Jin ignored her.

Shen Shuangmiao was a little worried, so after the car stopped, she helped Zhu Jin into the living room.

Hearing the commotion, the maid came out of her room and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the scene, "Madam, you're back!"

Shen Shuangmiao didn't bother to correct her form of address and said softly, "Go and get him a cup of honey water, so he doesn't have a headache and hangover tomorrow morning."

"Okay." The maid replied, her eyes filled with undisguised surprise, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare.

Shen Shuangmiao glanced at Zhu Jin sitting on the sofa, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhu Jin frowned deeply and directly reached out to grab her hand and pulled her back.

Shen Shuangmiao was suddenly grabbed by the wrist, lost her balance, and fell directly into Zhu Jin's arms.

The sudden intimate contact startled both of them.

Shen Shuangmiao came to her senses first and tried to get up, but because her feet were stuck in the corner of the coffee table, she couldn't get a foothold and rubbed against Zhu Jin's chest for a few moments.

She was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Could you please help me...?"

In the midst of the chaos, Zhu Jin suddenly took a deep breath and grabbed Shen Shuangmiao by the back of the neck.

"Shen Shuangmiao! Did you do this on purpose?"

Shen Shuangmiao was taken aback. Looking at his eyes, which were red at the corners and filled with desire, she suddenly felt something was wrong with a certain part of her body.

She sensed Zhu Jin's change, her face flushed instantly, and she pushed him away, feeling embarrassed and indignant.

"You, you..."

Shen Shuangmiao was speechless for a long time, and was so angry that she wanted to run away.

But Zhu Jin grabbed her and wouldn't let her leave.

"You still have things to pack. Go upstairs and take the luggage that the maid packed for you."

Shen Shuangmiao paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and turned to go upstairs to get her things.

The maid came out with honey water and, seeing her retreating figure going upstairs, couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Sir, has Madam returned to stay?"

Zhu Jin glanced at him coldly.

Realizing she had said the wrong thing, the maid quickly lowered her head and swallowed hard.

"I was too talkative."

Zhu Jin withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "Her hand is injured."

"clear."

The maid agreed, but felt a strange unease.

Previously, everyone was saying that the husband wanted to divorce his wife, and Miss Zhou would come over from time to time.

They all thought that Madam Zhu's position was going to be changed.

Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Suppressing her surprise, the maid picked up the medical kit and went upstairs.

Zhu Jin's eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "Don't say that I asked you to deliver it."

"Yes, sir."

The servants were even more confused about Zhu Jin's thoughts and could only do as he said.

She brought the first-aid kit to the room: "Madam, I saw that your hand is injured, so I brought this for you. Let me disinfect it and bandage it for you."

Shen Shuangmiao's palms were indeed burning hot.

She walked over and sat down at the table, offering her hand to the maid with her palm facing up.

The maid helped her disinfect.

Shen Shuangmiao said softly, "These things were all bought for me by Zhu Jin. I feel uncomfortable taking them. Can you help me sell them? I'll give you 10% of the proceeds."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Zhu Jin standing at the door, having overheard her words.