Chapter 24 Taking Advantage of His Drunkenness "Did I give you face? Treating me like this?"...

The air froze instantly.

Gu Zeming slowly raised his head and looked up at her.

"Did I give you face? You treat me like this?"

In the warm, hazy light, his deep-set eyes held a depth she had never seen before, and his usually calm gaze now held an undercurrent of emotions she had never witnessed before.

"Take it away." His voice was low and cold, his gaze fixed on her face.

Jiang Chuyu felt a shiver run down her spine, but instead of moving her feet, she increased the force of her blows.

The toes of the shoes pressed down hard on the white shirt.

"What if I say no?" Jiang Chuyu defiantly raised her chin, the alcohol giving her immense courage. "What right do you have to look at us like that? Who do you think you are?"

She hated his eyes; they were so dark and cold, reflecting no emotion whatsoever, only a deep, dark expanse that made it hard to breathe if you stared at them for too long.

Even after doing such sordid things with her, he still maintains a virtuous and upright demeanor, coldly watching everyone being dominated by money and desire.

Jiang Chuyu hated him to death.

I want to crush him into the mud, to make him as worldly as they are.

She bit her lip, grabbed his hair with one hand, and pressed and rubbed it with the heel of her shoe.

Gu Zeming's shoulder ached slightly from her rubbing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his long, narrow eyes were tinged with red.

"Have you stepped on it enough?" he asked softly, his expression a mixture of helplessness and doting.

Jiang Chuyu was slightly dazed.

The next second, he grabbed her ankle so hard it almost left a bruise.

With a gasp, before she could even react, she was pulled off the sink.

Her back slammed against the cold tiles, her eyelashes fluttered, and she saw Gu Zeming lean forward, his entire face disappearing into the shadows.

"Hmm." I was careless!

Jiang Chuyu craned her neck, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling. Her head was spinning, and she burst into tears after only a few seconds.

"Gu Zeming, you bastard, waaaaah..."

The thought of him doing something with that face she loved so much instantly drained her of all strength and power; her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.

He's too fierce.

Even though she couldn't see his expression, she could still sketch his features by feeling.

As if deliberately torturing her, he gave her no chance to breathe.

Jiang Chuyu cried softly while calling his name and begging for mercy.

All the pain and joy came from him.

A few minutes later, Gu Zeming suddenly released her and said in a hoarse voice, "Hold your dress yourself."

Jiang Chuyu shook her head and refused: "I don't want to."

Gu Zeming was silent for a moment, then looked up so she could see his expression, and coaxed gently, "Sweetie, baby, can you hold your dress yourself?"

Jiang Chuyu looked at the handsome face that she had made a mess of.

His thick eyelashes were wet, and his thin lips and high nose were also wet, making him look exceptionally alluring and seductive under the light.

Jiang Chuyu looked into those dark eyes.

It just watched her quietly.

Jiang Chuyu's head throbbed, and she became completely mesmerized by those eyes, as if under a spell.

If she were sober, she might have felt ashamed and backed down.

But now she's quite drunk and a little tipsy.

She wanted Gu Zeming.

I really, really want to...

As if possessed, she lifted her skirt and surrendered herself to him once again.

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A few hours later, Qin Shengya saw all the guests off and sneaked to the door of the guest room.

Crouching low, just as my ear touched the door panel, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

Qin Shengya straightened up, smiled awkwardly, and asked him for credit: "Brother, how was my performance tonight? The bespectacled man was an actor I specially found according to your requirements. If it weren't for our interference, Miss Jiang and Li Sen would have been a couple long ago."

Gu Zeming glanced at her expressionlessly and said directly, "Help me prepare a clean set of clothes and call a car."

"Oh? You're not staying here tonight?"

"Um."

"How can you do this? You haven't been home in ages, why don't you stay one more night?"

"inconvenient."

"What's inconvenient about it?" Qin Shengya argued unreasonably. "This is your home, so just stay here without worry. I won't tell Uncle Qin, and I won't let anyone disturb you and Miss Jiang. You can do whatever you want..."

Gu Zeming interrupted her: "Go quickly."

"Alright." Qin Shengya sighed helplessly.

He is a man of his word, and almost no one can easily change his mind.

Qin Shengya instructed the maid to bring over a new set of clothes and also told the driver to prepare the car in advance.

"Young master, would you like me to help Miss Jiang change?" the maid asked tentatively.

"No need," Gu Zeming said, extending his hand. "I can do it."

"Okay." The maid blushed as she handed the clothes to Gu Zeming.

During the two years she worked for the Qin family, she heard a lot of gossip from her colleagues in private.

It is said that since Mr. Qin and his ex-wife Gu Qingru divorced, the eldest son of the Qin family went back to his mother's home with her, changed his name and surname, and completely broke ties with Mr. Qin. He has not set foot in the Qin residence for several years.

I never expected that he would come back today, which is Miss Ya's birthday.

The eldest son is handsome and dashing, with the same charisma as Boss Qin, but with an added touch of aloofness.

My colleagues told me that the Gu family is a scholarly family. Although they are not as wealthy as the Qin family, they have been exceptionally intelligent and affectionate for generations. Once they commit to someone, it's basically for life, unless that person dies.

But deep affection is always betrayed by indifference, and Boss Qin ultimately failed Gu Qingru.

After their divorce, Gu Qingru soon fell ill and died. The eldest son's maternal grandparents, grieving for their daughter, also passed away a few years later, leaving him all alone with his own household registration.

Later, Mr. Qin and Boss Qin disliked their second son, Qin Yao, for being uneducated and incompetent. They kept thinking about their eldest son, who had been living away from home, and tried to bring him back to the Qin family many times, but he refused each time.

The maid secretly sized up the person in front of her.

The young master seems to have a morbid possessiveness towards Miss Jiang, even insisting on dressing her himself, which is truly chilling.

The maid kept her mouth shut, not daring to say another word.

Gu Zeming closed the door, walked to the bedside, and helped Jiang Chuyu sit up.

She was so exhausted that she was unconscious and didn't even have the strength to groan, letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

He took off the dress he had crumpled up, which was covered in marks from the two of them.

I folded the skirt neatly, carefully put it into a sealed bag, and then helped her change into a clean set of clothes.

Before Jiang Chuyu was brought to a deep sleep, she kept grabbing his arm, crying and saying that she wanted to go home and that he had to take her home.

Anyway, he lost his temper as soon as she shed tears.

He gently lifted the person up and carried them smoothly from the bedroom to the car.

Jiang Chuyu was still asleep when he put her in the car.

Qin Shengya stood by the car and muttered softly, "Brother, please come back. She already had a terrible childhood. You can't let her suffer poverty with you in the future, can you? Besides, you can't beat Uncle Qin now. If he can send Li Sen to Jiang Chuyu, he can send a second, a third... Can you guarantee that she will always like you?"

Gu Zeming frowned, glanced at her coldly, and without responding, rolled up the car window and instructed the driver, "Let's go."

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Jiang Chuyu slept until the next morning. When she woke up, her whole body was sore and numb, and her head was throbbing.

She instinctively reached out to rub her temples, only to find her arm pinned down by something heavy.

I groggily opened my eyes, and a handsome face came into view.

She paused for a few seconds, then froze completely.

Gu Zeming was sleeping peacefully beside her with his eyes closed.

Even more terrifying, her hands were still wrapped around his waist, and her lips were only a millimeter away from his firm, warm abs.

With a "boom," Jiang Chuyu felt all the blood rush to her head.

She jerked her arm back, jolted to the other side of the bed as if electrocuted, and almost fell off.

What's going on?! What's going on?!

Jiang Chuyu screamed inwardly, her brain frantically searching for fragments of memories from last night.

She lost at cards and was punished with a drink. The bartender lost his grip and spilled the drink all over her. Qin Shengya had the maid take her to a guest room to clean up. She and the maid entered a room and saw Gu Zeming… The last thing she saw before her memory blacked out was her stepping on Gu Zeming's shoulder…

So, she took advantage of him while he was drunk and slept with him?

Jiang Chuyu covered her face in despair, only realizing she was wearing a slip dress the moment her fingers touched her skin.

She peeked inside the blanket in alarm, and thankfully, her underwear was still there.

But this did nothing to alleviate her panic.

She stole a glance at Gu Zeming, who was still fast asleep.

He was impeccably dressed, even his shirt was spotless, except that the top two buttons were undone, revealing his beautifully curved collarbone.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his profile, which was as perfect as a human statue.

"Now is not the time to admire male beauty!" Jiang Chuyu warned herself.

She moved her body carefully, trying to slip out of bed without waking him.

Just as her toes touched the ground, a deep, husky voice came from behind her: "Good morning."

Jiang Chuyu froze, her body seemingly paused. After a long while, she turned her head slowly and guiltily to meet Gu Zeming's ambiguous smile.

He had already sat up, leaning lazily against the headboard, his posture as natural as if this were his bedroom.

Her face flushed instantly, and she immediately turned the tables. "What are you doing here?"

Gu Zeming looked at her with a calm and composed expression.

"You held me tightly all the time, how come you forgot after waking up?" He said, his expression turning serious. "Looks like I wasn't... trying hard enough last night."

Jiang Chuyu's breath caught in her throat, her voice barely audible, "We..."

"Really." Gu Zeming interrupted her, his expression calm. "Three times. Once in the bathroom, once in the guest room, and once in your bedroom. Anything else you want to ask?"

Jiang Chuyu's face flushed instantly, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

"Oh, right, you also said..." Gu Zeming deliberately dragged out his words, looking at her so nervous she was almost suffocating, "You've been in three relationships, but you only want to sleep with me."

"Impossible!" Jiang Chuyu blurted out, "I only have one ex-boyfriend!"

Gu Zeming raised an eyebrow: "Oh? So it's true that you only want to sleep with me?"

Jiang Chuyu finally realized that she had fallen into his verbal trap. She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her brain racing to figure out how to salvage the situation.

"Senior, I apologize for my inappropriate behavior last night." She forced herself to look him in the eye, her heart pounding erratically. "I drank too much and don't remember anything that happened. If I offended you in any way..."

“You’re stepping on my shoulders,” Gu Zeming suddenly said. “And you’re holding your dress yourself, making me give it to you…” He silently mouthed the words.

Jiang Chuyu's world collapsed at that moment.

"How... is this possible?" Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Gu Zeming slowly buttoned up his shirt: "Why not? Are you denying my hard work?"

Jiang Chuyu's vision went black, and she almost fainted.

Last night's memories were blurred and indistinct, like they had been pixelated, but Gu Zeming's expression was so certain that she had no choice but to believe this absurd fact.

"I was just kidding." Gu Zeming suddenly laughed. "You just hugged me and cried for half an hour, begging me to take you home, and then you fell asleep."

His words were half true and half false. Jiang Chuyu was stunned for three seconds, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "Gu Zeming!"

Gu Zeming easily caught the pillow, seemingly in a good mood: "Finally, you're not calling me 'senior' anymore?"

Jiang Chuyu then realized that she had called him by his name directly, and panicked again: "I..."

“Relax,” Gu Zeming stood up, looking down at her with an emotion she couldn’t decipher in his eyes. “I’ll keep it a secret.” He stared at her ear. “But you, why aren’t you listening?”

Jiang Chuyu breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then became nervous again: "The earrings were a bit heavy, and they were uncomfortable to wear for too long, so I took them off for now."

"Really?" Gu Zeming chuckled, walked up to her, squatted down, and forced her to look up, gently kneading her ears with his long fingers. "So, do you prefer earrings or a necklace?"

Jiang Chuyu stared blankly at his face so close to hers, her heart pounding abnormally fast.

She gritted her teeth, hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed: "I like expensive things."

The atmosphere became subtle.

Gu Zeming stared at her quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, resuming his businesslike expression: "Alright, if you don't want your brother to find out, go wash up."

He turned and left, leaving Jiang Chuyu sitting alone on the edge of the bed, her mind a complete mess.

Only when she heard the door close did she collapse back onto the bed as if all her strength had been drained, burying her face in the pillow that still held his scent, letting out a long, mournful groan.

"It's over!" she muttered to herself. "How am I supposed to look him in the eye now?"

Jiang Chuyu's phone suddenly vibrated, and she reached for the bedside table.

A new message appears on the screen.

Upon opening it, I saw that it was sent by Gu Zeming:

I forgot to mention, you're adorable when you're drunk, but you're a terrible sleeping person.

Jiang Chuyu stared at the message for a full minute, then screamed and threw her phone to the other side of the bed.