Chapter 43

◎“I’m drinking aphrodisiac wine”◎

After a few seconds of brief anger, Cheng Jiamo suddenly burst into laughter. She wasn't laughing out of anger; she genuinely found it funny.

If this had happened to someone else, it might not have been so funny, but since it happened to He Qingzhao, it inexplicably became hilarious.

This is He Qingzhao, a top nobleman who was accompanied by members of the Thai royal family when he went to offer incense and pray to Buddha in Thailand. He is a mature man who is almost thirty years old and holds a high position, yet he still behaves like a teenager.

After laughing, she slowly walked around outside the girls' dormitory, holding her phone. When she reached the back of the dormitory, she glanced at the time, then continued walking. Five minutes later, she called He Qingzhao.

First Bar, Upper VIP Cigar Area.

He Qingzhao sat on the black leather sofa with a gloomy face, a cigar dangling from his mouth, and a mug in his right hand, swirling the amber liquid inside under the light, reflecting a mysterious and cold glow.

After Zhong Qi finished entertaining some friends from Jiangcheng, he pushed open the door and entered the room. As soon as he entered, he saw He Qingzhao's icy face. He was startled and hurriedly went forward.

"Who upset you?"

He Qingzhao didn't say anything. He pinched the cigar between two fingers, stubbed it out in the ashtray, picked up the glass, and tilted his head back to drink.

Zhong Qi sat down opposite him and patted his arm: "Drink less. This wine was given to me by Zhou Jinghong. He added something to it. Drinking too much will make you feel hot and bothered."

He Qingzhao put down his wine glass, his gaze turning even colder.

Zhong Qi, however, was not afraid and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Is it something at home or at work?" After saying that, he denied everything himself, "You're used to your family matters, so it's impossible for you to have any emotions about them. As for the company, it's even more impossible. In the more than 20 years since I've known you, I've never seen you troubled by your studies or work."

He Qingzhao didn't say anything, but opened a bottle of beer and blew it straight into his mouth.

Zhong Qi hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Hey, take it easy, don't get into trouble drinking here, or Secretary He will skin me alive."

He Qingzhao pushed his hand away and tilted her head back to continue drinking.

With half a bottle of beer almost finished, Zhong Qi was getting anxious when suddenly his phone rang. It was He Qingzhao calling. When Zhong Qi saw the caller ID read "Baby," his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior. He quickly grabbed the phone and shoved it into He Qingzhao's hand.

“Your sweetheart called you; it must be something urgent.”

He Qingzhao glanced at it lazily and answered the phone casually: "Go ahead."

As soon as Cheng Jiamo opened her mouth, she started whimpering and pretending to cry: "Waaah, He Qingzhao, you bastard, you don't recognize me after you put your pants on."

He Qingzhao: "..."

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed and then furrowed again.

Cheng Jiamo continued to fake cry, loudly accusing He Qingzhao, "You're inhuman! You slept with me, got what you wanted, and then you find an excuse to break up with me! You're so wicked!"

Hearing her soft sobs, He Qingzhao's heart broke. A lump formed in his throat, and he quickly comforted her, "Don't cry, baby, don't cry. I don't really want to break up with you, I just..."

"What are you just saying?" Cheng Jiamo yelled at him. "You just don't want to take responsibility! He Qingzhao, you're a bastard, a bad person. But even if we're breaking up, you can't say it on the phone. Come here, I want you to say it to my face!"

He Qingzhao coaxed her softly, "No, I don't want to break up."

Cheng Jiamo threw a tantrum at him: "I don't care if you break up or not, I want you to come here right now, immediately, I need to see you."

He Qingzhao finally smiled: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Zhong Qi: "..."

Stunned the entire time, Zhong Qi stared at He Qingzhao as if she were a monster.

He Qingzhao stood up and glanced at Zhong Qi: "Have your driver give me a ride."

Zhong Qi belatedly realized: "You had a deadpan expression just now, drinking alone and smoking like crazy. Did you have a fight with Cheng Jiamo?"

He Qingzhao grabbed a suit jacket from the sofa and patted Zhong Qi on the shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense. My Momo is very gentle and won't argue with me."

Zhong Qi: "Are you really going to break up with her? You sleep with her and then break up? That's such a jerk. Even Zhao Jinfan isn't as jerk as you."

He Qingzhao had already walked behind Zhong Qi when he turned around and punched him in the back.

Zhong Qi was knocked off balance by He Qingzhao's blow, but managed to grab onto a nearby pillar to avoid falling.

He Qingzhao draped his clothes over his shoulder, strode out, and said coldly, "I didn't want to break up, I just wanted to know if she wanted to break up."

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Cheng Jiamo went back to her dormitory to pack the textbooks she would need for tomorrow's class, then took her bag and went to the South Gate Square.

She called He Qingzhao again, saying aggrievedly, "I don't want to stay in the dormitory tonight. Please ask for leave for me. I'll wait for you at the South Gate Square. Please come to the school to pick me up. It's too late, and I'm afraid to leave the school."

He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and deep: "Okay."

Half an hour later, the silver Bentley drove directly into the school and parked by the South Gate Square. The car door opened, and He Qingzhao got out from the passenger seat.

When Cheng Jiamo saw him, she turned away angrily, deliberately avoiding looking at him.

He Qingzhao immediately started running. He was tall and had long legs, and he reached Cheng Jiamo in a few moments. He grabbed Cheng Jiamo and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Cheng Jiamo smelled the cigarette and alcohol on him and pushed him away with a look of disgust: "Go away, you smell like cigarettes and alcohol, it's awful, don't hug me."

He Qingzhao released her, restrained himself, and touched her ear with his lips, breathing heavily in her ear: "Momo, don't be angry."

He should have kept quiet, because as soon as he said that, Cheng Jiamo burst into tears.

"He Qingzhao, you're bullying me! You're so mean!" She cried as she hit and pinched him. "You broke up with me and then yelled at me."

He Qingzhao panicked. Ignoring her disgust at the smell of smoke and alcohol on him, he hurriedly picked her up, supporting her buttocks steadily with one hand, and awkwardly but gently wiping away her tears with the other.

"We will never separate, we will never separate."

Cheng Jiamo's tears came and went quickly, like a summer shower, falling and stopping just as suddenly.

She sniffed and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Then why did you break up with me over the phone?"

He Qingzhao looked at her with deep eyes, staring directly into her watery eyes: "I want to know your attitude."

Cheng Jiamo: "What do you mean? Are you deliberately testing me?"

He Qingzhao lowered his eyes and remained silent; he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Silence is tantamount to acquiescence. Although Cheng Jiamo had already guessed this possibility, she was still very angry to see him admit it in person. She was so angry that she grabbed his face, opened her mouth and bit his lip, biting hard until his lip bled.

She stepped back, looked at the beads of blood on his lips, then leaned in again, gently sucking on his lips, drawing the blood into her mouth, and then feeding it to him, kissing him with the blood mingling with her own.

He Qingzhao was being bitten and licked by him, and with the added effect of the energy drink, it felt like a fire was burning inside him, and the raging fire made him feel like he was about to explode.

He swallowed hard, tightened his arms around her, his arm muscles taut, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He supported her buttocks with one hand and held the back of her head tightly with the other, kissing her urgently and fiercely. Blood mixed with saliva that he couldn't swallow flowed from between their lips, dripping onto his already wrinkled shirt.

Cheng Jiamo was almost unable to breathe, so she pushed him away forcefully and gasped for air with her mouth open.

He Qingzhao's eyes were dark red, and his voice was hoarse and tight: "I drank alcohol last night."

Cheng Jiamo: "Yes, I know."

He Qingzhao swallowed, his sexy, sharp Adam's apple bobbing violently, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I drank aphrodisiac wine."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."