Chapter 35 You think you can just run away after flirting? You'll have to ask for my permission first.

Chu Rou saw Mo Xing'an leaning close to her face in the mirror. She turned her head away and said coldly, "Mr. Mo, have you had too much to drink?"

Mo Xing'an chuckled softly in her ear, "You've had too much to drink, baby. Look how red your face is."

"Follow me, and I'll guarantee you'll be able to walk sideways in Wanhua. Do you even know the last name of the top boss in Wanhua?"

“My surname is Mo, and so am mine. I’m here to take over Wanhua. Follow me, and I’ll give you a high-level position without any problem.”

Chu Rou patiently asked, "Is President Mo married? Or does he have a girlfriend?"

Mo Xing'an looks to be over thirty years old, so there's a high chance he'll get married.

“My wife is in City B, you don’t need to worry about her causing you trouble.” Mo Xing’an’s body was already pressed against Chu Rou’s.

Chu Rou closed her eyes, clenched her fists tightly, and tried her best to control herself, still wanting to leave herself some room for maneuver. She earnestly persuaded, "President Mo, I will not be a mistress. You'd better let me go now."

Mo Xing'an chuckled softly, "Unwilling to be a mistress, then you want to be a plaything?"

"See that Mr. Liu? He's got his eyes on you. I heard he loves to torture women. Getting out of his bed is like being skinned alive."

"He has people stationed at the door, so it's unlikely you'll get out safely."

Chu Rou was stunned. She looked at Mo Xing'an in the mirror, her eyes icy cold. "You all plotted against me?"

"If you agree to be my woman, I can take you away, how about it?"

Mo Xing'an was certain that Chu Rou would agree, so he pouted and kissed her.

"No good, what a lousy man!"

Chu Rou grabbed Mo Xing'an's neck with her other hand. Her hand was small, but her grip was strong. Mo Xing'an's face turned red instantly.

He forcefully pried Chu Rou's hands apart, finally able to breathe easily. "You bitch, do you want to die?"

"Who knows who will die today!" Chu Rou said, striking directly.

Mo Xing'an was knocked down by Chu Rou after only two moves. She punched Mo Xing'an in the face, saying, "You bastard, you want me to be your mistress? Look in the mirror and see if you're even worthy!"

Mo Xing'an was knocked unconscious, and Chu Rou stopped. She sat on Mo Xing'an's lap, still feeling dizzy and extremely depressed. She took out her phone from her pocket.

I scrolled through my contacts and called the most reliable person, Mo Chi. It rang only once before Mo Chi answered, "Hello, is the dinner party over? I'm at the restaurant entrance."

Upon hearing Mo Chi's voice, Chu Rou couldn't help but burst into tears, "Mo Bao, I..."

Chu Rou was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" Mo Chi asked anxiously.

“I…I’m in the bathroom on the third floor,” Chu Rou said, swaying as she stood up from Mo Xing’an and took two tissues to blow her nose. “I might lose my job.”

"There are still people blocking my way at the entrance, so I can't get out."

Chu Rou complained to Mo Chi in a tearful voice, "That pig surnamed Liu still wants to sleep with me. I want to knock him out. And that bitch He Yin forced me to drink. I'll slap her face into a pig's head sooner or later."

Just then, someone was turning the bathroom doorknob. Chu Rou's heart jumped into her throat; she was afraid it was Liu Zhutou's men coming to arrest her.

"Chu Rou, open the door, it's me."

Mo Chi's voice came through the phone.

Chu Rou ran over and opened the bathroom door, and sure enough, she saw Mo Chi. She threw herself into Mo Chi's arms, "Mo Bao, I was so scared!"

Mo Chi embraced Chu Rou and walked in. He saw Mo Xing'an lying on the ground and his eyes darkened.

Chu Rou nudged Mo Xing'an with her foot and saw that he was still unconscious, but his chest was rising and falling and he was still breathing. "Should we call an ambulance for him?"

"Waaaaah... Am I going to go to jail?"

“You acted in self-defense, it’s alright.” Mo Chi put his arm around Chu Rou and left the restroom, walking out of the restaurant.

Chu Rou hesitated for a moment, "Mo Bao, Mo Xing'an said that Liu Zhutou's men are blocking my way at the door, and I might not be able to beat them by myself."

“The people have been cleared out,” Mo Chi comforted Chu Rou. “Let’s go home.”

Mo Chi took off his coat and draped it over Chu Rou. Seeing her swaying, he hugged her tightly and left the restaurant without any hindrance.

Inside the car, Mo Chi kept a gloomy face, while Chu Rou leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed, half asleep. They remained silent the whole way.

Back at the apartment, Chu Rou didn't see Shen Luo, so she asked Mo Chi, "Where's Xiao Luo?"

“He’s been bothered by Huang Shan these past few days and is afraid she’ll find us here this weekend, so he’s gone home to hide for a couple of days.” Mo Chi helped Chu Rou sit on the sofa.

"What exactly happened today?" Mo Chi asked her.

Having nowhere to vent her frustrations, Chu Rou recounted the events of the week.

“Mo Xing’an said he’s here to take over Wanhua, so I’m definitely going to be fired. I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay back the money I owe you.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Chi glanced at Chu Rou and said, "When did I ask you to pay me back? Didn't we agree that you would take care of me, and that would be considered your wages?"

Chu Rou wiped away her tears with a tissue, "Even if you don't give me money, I will still take care of you. You're my brother!"

Mo Chi felt stifled and asked coldly, "In your eyes, am I just a little brother?"

Chu Rou raised her watery eyes, "Otherwise what?"

Mo Chi lifted Chu Rou's chin and stroked her lips with his thumb. "Would you kiss Chen Luo?"

Chu Rou showed a look of disgust and shook her head.

"Then why did you kiss me?"

Mo Chi and Chu Rou's eyes locked. Chu Rou's heart pounded faster and faster. She took a deep breath, wanting to say something.

Mo Chi swiftly sealed Chu Rou's lips with his, soft as water and fiery as fire, the two mingling between their lips and teeth.

Mo Chi only released Chu Rou when her lips went numb.

“Mo…” Chu Rou didn’t know what to call him. She blushed and lowered her head, twisting her fingers. “This kiss is my way of repaying you. We’re even now.”

"Even if we're even?" Mo Chi narrowed his eyes. "You provoked me first, and now you want to run away after you've done that? You'll have to ask for my permission first."

"Huh?" Chu Rou looked up, her eyes full of confusion, her small, slightly swollen, bright red lips opening and closing. "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to cling to me?"

Mo Chi's desire was rising. He grabbed Chu Rou's neck and leaned closer again, saying, "Yes, you have to take responsibility for me."

He leaned down and kissed Chu Rou's lips.

Under the intense onslaught, Chu Rou lay on the sofa, with Mo Chi pressing down on her. His long, slender fingers had already unbuttoned Chu Rou's coat.

Underneath the jacket was a thin, elastic undershirt, which Mo Chi had already pushed up to her chest. He reached his hands behind Chu Rou's back and easily unhooked her bra.

Without the constraints of a bra, my 75D breasts bounced out.

Mo Chi released Chu Rou's lips, shifted the focus, and stimulated her sensitive spots.

Alcohol amplified the pleasure in her body, and Chu Rou became addicted to it, unable to extricate herself.