Qiao Zhen placed her hands on Lu Zheng's cheeks, her fingertips gliding lightly along his smooth, elegant jawline. She playfully pinched his chubby cheeks and answered confidently, "I don't know!"

"Oh?" His deep, magnetic voice rose as Lu Zheng kissed her delicate chin, moving his kiss to her neck.

The tingling sensation made Qiao Zhen wriggle like a caterpillar.

Lu Zheng tightened his arms, holding the delicate woman firmly in his embrace, his eyes growing even darker. "Then I'll tell you everything..."

His hoarse voice tugged at Qiao Zhen's eardrums, and she instinctively hugged Lu Zheng tightly, longing for the warmth of his body.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zheng suddenly pushed her away.

"Hmm..." Qiao Zhen squinted, her mind still fogged up from the alcohol. She instinctively reached out and scratched herself, calling out softly, "Where is she..."

Lu Zheng grabbed her hand, which was flailing about in the air, and said softly, "Before I tell you, there's something I have to do first. Zhenzhen, wait a moment, I'll be right back."

He squeezed Qiao Zhen's soft, delicate hand, and after she calmed down, he hurriedly went downstairs.

Mrs. Qiao asked with concern, "How is Zhenzhen?"

Lu Zheng said, "She's sleeping peacefully."

“This child,” Mrs. Qiao said, both angry and amused, “why did he drink so much for no reason? Luckily he’s at home and someone is taking care of him.”

“Qiao Zhen is happy with her family, and she’s a very sensible person,” Lu Zheng said without changing his expression. “She would never drink this much outside.”

Seeing that he was protecting his daughter, Qiao's mother was very pleased.

Although it was just a small matter, it showed how much Lu Zheng cared for Qiao Zhen.

She was very satisfied with her future son-in-law. "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Lu."

"It's no trouble, Auntie." Lu Zheng was worried that Qiao Zhen would move around if she was drunk, so he went to the kitchen. "Let me see if the hangover soup is ready. I'll go get it for Qiao Zhen."

"Okay." Mrs. Qiao watched with delight as Lu Zheng carried the hangover soup upstairs.

The caregiver, Deng, exclaimed, "Mrs. Qiao, you are truly blessed. When Luosheng gets married in the future, your four children will take care of you. Others will envy you!"

Mrs. Qiao let out a long sigh of relief. "I just hope that I won't become a burden to them, that they can live a smooth and happy life, instead of having to worry about me."

Seeing that Qiao's mother was about to become pessimistic again, the caregiver Deng quickly changed the subject, "Why don't we start preparing the sweater for our daughter-in-law now?"

Mrs. Qiao was taken aback. "Luosheng is only eighteen years old, it's still early! Besides, we don't even know what color he likes."

"Choosing red is definitely the right choice!" said the caregiver.

As she spoke, she took out a red yarn.

"Look at this color, it's so festive and not old-fashioned at all, it's perfect for young girls."

Qiao's mother was intrigued and began to think about what kind of sweater to prepare for her future daughter-in-law.

During this time, all they knew was that Lu Zheng had gone upstairs to deliver hangover soup and then came back down.

But they didn't notice what Lu Zheng did afterwards.

Lu Zheng went around to the outside of the villa and went up to the second floor via the emergency staircase.

Qiao Luosheng was in his room video chatting with his classmates about a problem, unaware that a ghostly figure was flashing up the stairs to the third floor behind him.

Lu Zheng returned to his room and saw Qiao Zhen wrapped herself up in the blanket like a pancake, only revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of watery almond eyes. When he heard the door open and her gaze swept over him, the seductive look in the corner of her eyes made Lu Zheng's heart tighten, and he immediately closed and locked the door.

After drinking the hangover soup, Qiao Zhen became more sober and her head didn't hurt as much. She vaguely remembered what she had said to Lu Zheng when she was drunk. Her cheeks burned, and she shrank into the blanket.

Lu Zheng sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Is this how you treat my good intentions?"

Qiao Zhen's eyes shone with sincerity. "Thank you."

"Just those three simple words?" Lu Zheng said discontentedly, bending down to pull at the blanket. "That's not what you just said."

Qiao Zhen couldn't refute it and really wanted to punch her past self.

Why say such mushy things?

She struggled a little, but was no match for Lu Zheng. He pulled off the covers, and then the clear and pleasant woody scent wafted down, surrounding her and intoxicating her with every breath.

"I'll... continue what we were doing."

Lu Zheng kissed her earlobe. With so many experiences, he already knew where to start to make Qiao Zhen sensitive and tremble. Starting from there, his tender kisses went down.

"Ugh..." Qiao Zhen felt every part of her body was ignited, burning hot.

She hugged Lu Zheng, completely casting aside all her worries, and wholeheartedly responded to this burning and intense love.

As a result, I was still unable to go to work the next day.

This is somewhat unbelievable for a seasoned office worker.

Forget about getting the perfect attendance bonus this month.

Qiao Zhen clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

Since things have already come to this, we might as well take this opportunity to go home and tidy up, so as to avoid leaving any bad traces of the previous turmoil.

She planned to move Qiao Luosheng back home in a couple of days, since the resort was a bit far from the city center, making it inconvenient to get to the exam venue.

But... she got up, supporting her back, and then lay down again.

Lu Zheng brought breakfast, only to be met with a resentful look.

He set out the plates. "The auntie who gave you the massage last time will be here in a bit."

Qiao Zhen pouted, her moist lips like fresh cherries, and Lu Zheng couldn't resist taking a bite.

"Ugh!" Qiao Zhen retorted angrily.

"Pfft." Lu Zheng chuckled softly.

Qiao Zhen, seeing his shameless behavior, complained, "Even the donkeys in the production team don't work like this..."

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