Very happy

Zhou Min followed the address given by Zhou Qiting and arrived at the door of a hotel.

She had searched before coming here. This hotel is an old five-star hotel in G City and one of Zhou's properties.

Just from the grand porch, one can get a glimpse of the splendor inside the building. The light cast from the porch is like an eternally hanging tomorrow, shining brightly into the hearts of every passerby, making the rich shine and the poor suffer.

Zhou Min stepped into the stream of light woodenly. Before that, she was still comforting herself in vain, thinking that restaurants are for eating, and hotels... haha, they must be for drinking, right?

But after she reported Zhou Qiting's name, the gilded room card handed to her by the front desk completely tore away her last layer of luck.

Zhou Qiting!

Zhou Min gritted his teeth as he took the room card and followed the instructions to the door of the executive suite on the upper floors of the hotel.

Zhou Min was still dressed in her usual outfit today, a shirt and long skirt. The only difference was that after leaving the company, she tied up her long brown curly hair, which was always loose, revealing her fair neck.

She had a thin knitted jacket hanging on her arm, which she usually draped over the back of her office chair. She brought it here just to cover the gun she was holding in her hand.

After a day of work at Enron, Zhou Min speculated on two possibilities: one was that Zhou Qiting had kept her promise and not informed Zheng Siying of her situation. The other was that the calm was only a temporary illusion, and once the group had uncovered the truth, they would catch her, the "federal agent," and any possible "commercial spies."

She was a little confused about Zhou Qiting's thoughts. He couldn't have called her over to engage in some power-for-sex transaction, right?

It is obvious whoever gives up power will change color.

The powerless Zhou Min tightened his knuckles around the gun, and after preparing himself mentally for being held down by a swarm of bodyguards as soon as he opened the door, he swiped the room card to open the door.

She pushed the door open gently, stood cautiously at the door without stepping in, and looked carefully inside the room.

His eyes fell on the person sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room, and he couldn't move them away.

Zhou Qiting was wearing a champagne-colored halter dress today, lazily leaning on the sofa. The soft light from the crystal chandelier in the room gave her a hazy warmth.

At this moment, she was like a bright and warm moon, scorching a corner of the rich night light from the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, inexplicably triggering Zhou Min's instinct to move towards light.

Zhou Qiting's slender white legs were crossed, a faint pink tinge lingering at her knees. The fitted skirt accentuated her graceful curves, and the straps hung lightly on her shoulders, seemingly about to slip off her delicate skin in the next second.

Not only her knees, but also Zhou Qiting's delicate collarbone and elegant neck were flushed with a faint pink.

Was she drunk?

Zhou Min shifted his gaze and saw the almost empty amber wine in the crystal glass on the low table in front of Zhou Qiting, which confirmed his guess.

"Come in." The voice, as if soaked in honey, had a slightly rising tone, like a light feather, brushing across Zhou Min's heart, and a wave of...

No more itching. Zhou Min clutched the gun beneath his thin shirt, suppressing the strange sensations of sight and hearing through touch. Then, with his eyelashes drooping, he walked towards Zhou Qiting step by step, following the intricate patterns of the carpet.

The door behind her slowly closed under the action of the door closer. The slight "click" sound when it was locked awakened Zhou Min's vigilance. She raised her eyes and looked around again, automatically passing by Zhou Yiting on the sofa, to confirm that there was no other danger in the suite.

"You don't dare look at me?" A light laugh floated into Zhou Min's ears.

Without answering, Zhou Min rubbed the gun handle with his thumb and sat calmly on the single sofa farthest from Zhou Qiting.

On the low table sat another cup, also filled with amber liquid, about three-quarters full. Zhou Min picked up the cup with his free hand, resting the rim against his lower lip, his upper lip touching the liquid, and pretending to drink, sniffing.

A refreshing oolong tea aroma with hints of peach.

Zhou Min did not relax. Being in this unfamiliar space, she did not want to drink any drinks of unknown origin.

Placing the cup back on the low table, Zhou Min looked past Zhou Qiting and fixed his gaze on the French window behind her, which reflected her back. He asked, "Miss Zhou, is there something you want me to do?"

Hearing the address "Miss Zhou", Zhou Qiting raised an eyebrow, looked into Zhou Min's eyes, and raised the corners of her lips: "Do you know who I am?"

Under her mother's protection, even the top officials of the Investigation Bureau found it difficult to find out her identity and background.

"Is it difficult to guess?" Hearing that Zhou Yiting did not directly answer his question, Zhou Min also patiently used questions to deal with her.

Because I know you. Zhou Min looked at the window and smiled silently, adding in his heart.

Zhou Qiting stood up slowly and walked to Zhou Min. From the moment she stood up, Zhou Min's gaze shifted to the cup of oolong tea in front of him.

His chin was gently pinched, and Zhou Min was forced to turn his head. His gaze, which he had been avoiding just now, finally fell on the other person's face.

Sure enough, his cheeks were a beautiful shade of pink. Unlike the two times at the bar and at the department dinner, Zhou Qiting's drunken state this time was mixed with a certain feeling that Zhou Min couldn't explain. Especially those deep peach blossom eyes, which concealed a hidden undercurrent and seemed to swallow Zhou Min whole.

Although Zhou Qiting was unarmed, Zhou Min sensed danger and subconsciously tightened his grip on the gun.

The person in front of her didn't notice her little move, exhaling like orchid, and said with a smile: "So, tell me, what did you guess?"

After saying that, Zhou Qiting released the hand that was pinching Zhou Min's chin. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou Qiting's hand went straight to her thigh - another gun tied under her skirt.

"You can probably guess that there's no way you can escape with just two guns, right?"

The timely knock on the door made Zhou Min's tense back break out in cold sweat.

"Miss, we have assigned additional staff to this floor as you instructed." The voice sounded a little dull through the door.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Min sneered, no longer trying to hide it. She unlocked the safety of the gun and let her thin shirt slide onto the carpet.

"Don't be anxious." Zhou Qiting was not afraid at all. She sat on the armrest of the sofa, still with her legs crossed. Her calves were pressed against Zhou Min through her long skirt, and she looked down at her condescendingly.

Zhou Qiting placed his hand on the gun ring on Zhou Min's leg, and lightly tapped the gun body with his fingers. The slight vibration was transmitted to the skin of Zhou Min's thigh through the metal that was contaminated with body temperature.

"I'm just dating you." Zhou Qiting looked at Zhou Min's eyes with amusement, the murderous intent that was similar to yesterday's. Finally satisfied, he remembered something and asked with a smile, "You haven't told me yet, how did you guess my identity?"

Zhou Min grabbed the hand that had been causing trouble on her skirt with such force that a circle of red marks was left on Zhou Qiting's wrist. He pulled her body in front of him, making it difficult for her to maintain the posture of looking down at her.

"Is it hard to guess? The Zhou and Zheng families have been friends for generations, and you happen to have the last name Zhou, and you can come and go freely in the Zhenbang Group."

"Ordinary friends?" Zhou Min recalled Zhou Qiting's previous explanation of her and Zheng Siying's relationship, and the coldness in his eyes grew even colder. "Yes, compared to Zheng Siying, you are indeed much more low-key, but how low-key can you be? How can you hide the inherent arrogance of aristocratic families?"

Zhou Min's words were tinged with personal emotion, but they were not entirely impulsive.

She felt that Zhou Qiting was truly arrogant and unaware of it, just like putting your hands together to gather fire; how could there not be a ray of light shining through the fingers?

He brought her directly to Zheng Siying's lounge when they first met; he left his friends at the bar to send her home; he went to her office without paying attention to anyone else...

All kinds of things.

All the things Zhou Min could remember and couldn't remember were ironclad evidence of Zhou Qiting's arrogance.

"I see."

Without Zhou Min's explanation, Zhou Qiting had figured out what Zhou Min meant by "arrogance", and even thought of more.

Maybe it was because she had taken the initiative to refuse the wine that time; maybe it was because he had booked the movie tickets without asking; maybe it was because he had asked for sick leave for her that day...

So what?

In the past, Zhou Yiting might have reflected on herself because of this, but now she no longer cares about being accused of being arrogant.

From the moment Zhou Min stepped into the room, or even earlier, after seeing the other side of Zhou Min hidden under his mask last night, Zhou Qiting no longer cared about exposing his bad nature to Zhou Min.

Because no matter what, you can't escape. Zhou Qiting narrowed her eyes, and with the hand that wasn't being held, she picked up the cup of peach oolong on the low table. She put her red lips to the rim of the cup where Zhou Min had taken a sip, and took a sip.

The slow and leisurely movements were seen as a provocation by Zhou Min. She suddenly exerted force on her hands, pulled Zhou Qiting from the armrest into her arms, and raised the muzzle of the gun to Zhou Qiting's temples.

"You don't believe I will really kill you?"

The crystal glass slipped and the spilled liquid left a dark stain on the carpet.

It was indeed very powerful. Zhou Qiting snuggled in Zhou Min's arms, not afraid, because she knew the man in front of her would not kill her.

She looked at Zhou Min with sparkling eyes, admiring the strong emotion in his eyes, and said softly: "If you wanted to kill me, you should have done it yesterday, right? Why wait until today?"

"I guess you have something important to do, so you have to compromise temporarily, right?"

"Tell me what you want to do. As long as it is within my ability, I will satisfy you. In return, you have to satisfy me."

"Is it okay?" Zhou Qiting tilted his head and buried his face in Zhou Min's neck and shoulders. His hot breath with the scent of alcohol aroused a shudder.

Zhou Min leaned back as if burned by the fire, let go of Zhou Qiting's wrist, and moved slightly away from the source of heat in his arms.

After thinking about the conditions proposed by Zhou Qiting, Zhou Min stared at the red mark on her wrist, hatred surging: "What if I say that I want to die with you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Qiting looked up in surprise, and his deep black eyes looked at Zhou Min's expression again and again, confirming that what the person in front of him said was not false.

It's not about killing her unilaterally, but about dying together.

Die together. Zhou Qiting savored the deep meaning of this, and after a moment, she leaned over and placed a kiss on Zhou Min's lips.

"With pleasure."