Chapter 393 Encountering Something Unbearable

Zhou Mubin looked down at the amber-colored liquid in his glass, swirled it, and saw nothing unusual.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to bring the wine glass to his lips, and was about to drink when Liu Xiaojie picked up another glass of wine and clinked glasses with him.

With her ambiguous expression and lingering gaze, Liu Xiaojie's actions seemed overly intimate, immediately eliciting laughter from those around her. Someone whistled and shouted, "Dog food is everywhere!"

Zhou Mubin's face darkened. Without thinking further, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine.

As the whiskey glides down your throat, the spicy flavor is accompanied by a hint of fruitiness, which somewhat masks the alcohol taste.

As soon as he put down his wine glass, Liu Xiaojie immediately took it and placed it on the coffee table next to him. She then picked up a tissue and gently wiped the corner of his mouth with incredibly gentle movements. "Look at you, you even got wine on your lips."

Zhou Mubin leaned back, creating some distance, and was about to ask a question when he felt a tightness in his throat and his eyelids inexplicably droop.

He frowned and rubbed his temples. Liu Xiaojie immediately leaned over, gently placing her hand on his forehead, her voice filled with concern, "What's wrong? Was the alcohol too strong?"

Those around noticed something was wrong, and someone came over to ask, "Is Lawyer Zhou alright?"

Zhou Mubin tried to say that he was fine, but found that his tongue was a little slurred and the figure in front of him began to sway.

He then realized something was wrong and looked sharply at Liu Xiaojie, only to find that the worry in her eyes was gone, replaced by a triumphant smile, which was quickly covered up by panic. "Perhaps the alcohol was too strong. How about I take you to rest?"

Zhou Mubin tried to push her away, but his body felt heavier and heavier, and his arms felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them.

He looked at Liu Xiaojie's blurry face, then glanced at the onlookers around him, and a surge of intense anger and regret welled up inside him.

He actually fell for such a low-level tactic.

Zhou Mubin's body was completely limp, his mind was foggy, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Looking at him, Liu Xiaojie's panic finally disappeared, and a calculating smile appeared on her lips.

She reached out and helped him up by the waist, leaning down to look at Zhou Mubin, whose ears were red. Her fingertips gently traced his cheek, and her voice was low, almost a whisper, "Seeing you in so much pain makes my heart ache. Come on, I'll take you to the hotel upstairs to rest. After a good night's sleep, you won't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

A group of people chimed in, "That's right, there's nothing a good night's sleep can't fix."

"Yes, a moment of bliss on the night of love is worth a thousand pieces of gold, let's not waste any more time."

Liu Xiaojie giggled as everyone in the room watched her leave with Zhou Mubin.

Many of these shopping malls now come with their own hotels. The first ten floors are entertainment venues, the middle two floors are restaurants, and the twelfth floor and above are hotel rooms, offering a one-stop service.

Even though Zhou Mubin had been drugged, he was still a grown man, and it was very difficult for Liu Xiaojie to help him walk forward.

Liu Xiaojie half-supported, half-carried Zhou Mubin toward the elevator. The man's tall body was almost entirely on her, his warm breath spraying onto her neck, carrying the slight intoxication of alcohol and the burning sensation of the drugs gradually taking effect.

His consciousness was still in a state of confusion, his brows were furrowed, his lips moved unconsciously but he could not make a clear sound, and only his fingertips would occasionally clench instinctively, as if resisting something.

The carpet in the corridor absorbed the sound of footsteps, and only the warm yellow light from the wall lamps followed the overlapping shadows of the two people, casting long, ambiguous shadows on the floor.

Liu Xiaojie smiled smugly, her fingertips tracing Zhou Mubin's strong jawline as she plotted how to completely render him powerless once they entered the guest room.

Once the deed is done, this relationship can be used to completely bind him to her.

Moreover, she took ovulation-inducing drugs in advance, so there's a high chance she'll get pregnant tonight. If she does get pregnant, wouldn't marrying into a wealthy family be a piece of cake?

Hmph, you don't want her?

This was the only method she could think of.

With a "ding," just as the elevator doors were about to open, the door to the emergency exit diagonally in front of them was pushed open first.

Cui Xiao walked out with her phone in her hand, her fingertips still on the screen, clearly having just finished a call. She looked a little flustered, and as she looked up, her eyes met those of the two people at the elevator entrance.

She stopped abruptly, her grip on her phone tightened instantly, and her brows furrowed.

The scene before her was like a knife chilled to the bone, piercing her heart.

Liu Xiaojie had her arm around the man's waist, her head resting on his shoulder. The intimate gesture was almost blinding. The man she was holding was Zhou Mubin, whom she had taken care of not long ago.

Liu Xiaojie's gaze towards Zhou Mubin was filled with undisguised possessiveness, and the sight of their necks intertwined was simply too jarring.

At this moment, Liu Xiaojie also recognized Cui Xiao. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, which was then replaced by a stronger provocation.

She deliberately tightened her grip on Zhou Mubin's waist, and gently nuzzled his neck, her voice soft yet deliberately amplified, "Lawyer Zhou, just hang in there a little longer, we'll be in the room soon, don't be in such a hurry." As she spoke, she raised her chin towards Cui Xiao, a smug smile playing on her lips.

The passing waiters all instinctively lowered their heads, pretending not to see the awkward scene. Only the light from the wall lamp gradually drained the color from Cui Xiao's face.

Cui Xiao stood there, her fingertips icy cold, her mind a complete mess.

She wanted to leave, but her legs felt like they were made of lead and she couldn't move them; her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she bit her lower lip and turned to leave.

But the moment she turned around, Zhou Mubin, who was originally in a daze, seemed to be stimulated by something.

His clouded vision swept over Cui Xiao's turning back, and that familiar silhouette struck him like a thunderbolt, shattering his drug-induced delirium.

“Cui…Cui Xiao…” he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse but clearly urgent.

As soon as he uttered those two words, he seemed to suddenly regain some strength, and abruptly raised his hand, pushing away Liu Xiaojie who was wrapped around his waist.

Caught off guard, Liu Xiaojie was pushed and staggered back two steps, bumping into the wall next to her, wincing in pain.

She looked at Zhou Mubin in disbelief. The drug had clearly started to take effect, so how could he still be conscious?

Zhou Mubin staggered forward, his body swaying, but he still managed to lift his head and reach out his hand towards Cui Xiao, his voice pleading, "Cui Xiao...stop."

His vision was still blurry, but the desire to keep her in his heart was incredibly clear.

The drug took effect in his body, and his reason was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. But as he watched the figure about to disappear into the emergency exit, he used his last bit of strength to call out her name.

Cui Xiao stopped abruptly, her back stiffening ramrod straight.