"That's because Mr. Jing didn't know I was—and was even more blind!"

She glanced up at the papers and documents on the desk, focusing on Jian Zhou's youthful and clean-cut face.

"Besides, I'm blind in the heart, and I've even liked people who are mentally ill,"

Chu Wuyang saw the man's handsome face, slightly red and tinged with the smell of alcohol, curve slightly in the dim light.

He's definitely sick; I let him rant and rave.

Jing Min gave a half-smile, "Really? How much do you like it?"

Chu Wuyang gave him a cold look, "Are you out of your mind?"

He responded with a low "Hmm,"

Chu Wuyang frowned. "Why did you call me up?"

Jingmin lowered his long, crossed legs, casually poured himself a glass of wine, and then handed it to her.

Chu Wuyang shook her head firmly in refusal. She was now terrified at the sight of alcohol; drinking could lead to trouble, and she was afraid.

Jingmin raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You're disgusted that I used it?"

"Don't forget, we've exchanged our saliva countless times."

Chu Wuyang suddenly stood up, "I'm leaving."

He may be shameless, but she is!

Before she could even take a step, her wrist was grabbed tightly, and her already oversized coat slipped down, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

Just as Chu Wuyang was about to get up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force.

She instinctively struggled, but before she could react, the man pulled her into his arms and made her fall onto his lap.

He tightened his grip around her waist, holding her firmly in his arms, his posture intimate, his gaze sweeping over the fabric of her clothes.

He squinted slightly, and without hesitation reached out and pulled aside the unsightly coat she was wearing.

The tight-fitting, low-cut little black dress underneath was completely exposed in front of him.

"Dressed like that, who are you trying to seduce?"

His voice was low and angry, tinged with the smell of alcohol, his intoxicating scent tickling her ear. His eyes lingered on her bare shoulders, gradually darkening.

"Is it any of your business? Anyway, I'm not seducing you."

Chu Wuyang struggled to get up; she didn't want to get entangled with this married man in front of her.

Jing Min's face instantly darkened, and his tone became frosty.

"So, he's seducing those hairdressers and tin-mouthed weirdos downstairs?"

The terms "haircut and blow-dry" and "tin mouth monster" clearly express utter disdain for the group of young people with brightly colored hair and faces covered in lip and earring piercings.

He scoffed, but his grip tightened inch by inch, not allowing her to leave.

"Who gave them the audacity to covet you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, let me go!"

The man not only didn't loosen his grip even slightly, but instead tightened it even more.

He leaned close to her ear, his breath deep and seductive, his voice like wine, carrying a bewitching heat.

"You're squirming so fiercely in my arms, aren't you trying to seduce me?"

Chu Wuyang felt a sudden shortness of breath. Through the thin two or three layers of clothing, she could clearly feel the change in his body. Her body stiffened, and she dared not move. Looking at the man's shameless face,

Only someone who is corrupt themselves will see everyone else as corrupt.

Jingmin didn't deny it, but nodded slightly.

"really"

Completely ineffective communication

"If you have something to say, say it. What's the point of investigating Jian Zhou and stalking me?"

"How would you know you're such a good liar if I didn't follow you?"

His hand, with its smooth, jade-like knuckles, brushed against her lips, the pressure light yet carrying an undeniable force.

Chu Wuyang couldn't resist and suddenly opened her mouth wide, biting down hard.

"—Hiss!" Jing Min snatched his hand from the tiger's mouth.

The next instant, he grabbed her chin and kissed her.

A whisper escaped between his lips.

"Let's bite somewhere else!"

His strength was astonishing, as if he wanted to absorb her entire body into her bones and blood.

A cool hand traced its way up her waist and abdomen to her shoulder, its fingertips just touching her neck...

Chu Wuyang trembled slightly and subconsciously shrank into his arms.

Jingmin paused slightly, then tightened his grip with his other hand, pulling her firmly into his embrace.

The hand resting on her neck seemed to sense her fear, gently squeezing it as if to soothe her.