Chapter 20 Kyung misses you

Even a deaf person could understand the declaration of sovereignty in those words.

The people around were all relieved that they hadn't let their lust get the better of them and made disrespectful remarks to Fu Jingchen's exceptionally handsome assistant.

Ruan Yi looked up and saw an unnatural blush spreading across the man's handsome face, from the tips of his ears to his neck, even making his usually cold eyes and brows appear somewhat hazy.

His palm, pressed against the thin fabric of her dress, sent a shiver down Ruan Yi's spine. A faint scent of alcohol mingled with the aroma of cedar enveloped her, and his hot breath brushed against her ear. "Go."

Is he... drunk? He only had a few glasses of champagne and his face is already like this.

Although Ruan Yi herself is not good at drinking, Fu Jingchen's drinking capacity is too poor. Why is he helping her drink when he can't drink at all!

The man's fingers tightened around Ruan Yi's waist, his knuckles turning white, as if afraid she would escape. His steps were slightly unsteady, yet he stubbornly pulled her into his arms.

Mr. Zhang, who had been frozen in place, finally breathed a sigh of relief, secretly cursing as he watched the two men's backs.

"I never fell for any of the women I arranged before. I really thought she was a woman who was pure and abstinent and didn't care about beautiful women. Pah! Turns out I had such a good one hidden away."

It appeared that Fu Jingchen was carrying her, but Ruan Yi was exhausted. Fu Jingchen was practically putting all his weight on her.

His long arms were still wrapped around her waist, his palms lightly caressing her lower back. She couldn't break free at all, and Ruan Yi was covered in goosebumps.

Could Fu Jingchen be mistaking her for Gu Zhi?!

If she weren't Fu Jingchen's assistant, she would definitely have shoved him away and killed him.

"Fu Jingchen, wake up!" Ruan Yi patted his face, her voice loud and quite forceful.

There was absolutely no intention to retaliate.

"Hmm?" His voice was low and husky with the smell of alcohol, and his tone was sticky and seductive.

The man's collar had loosened at some point, revealing the dazzling skin of his collarbone. Drunkenness had crept into the corners of his eyes, and his once sharp brows and eyes were now veiled in a misty haze.

He doesn't seem like a drunkard... he seems like he's seducing someone.

Ruan Yi swallowed hard, forcing herself not to look at his face; beauty can be deceiving!

"Don't press down on me, I'm going to fall!"

For some reason, the weight on my body lightened considerably after I finished speaking, but the person pressing down on me still seemed quite disoriented.

Ruan Yi tried to push him away to make him stand up straight, but the man's sudden tightening force made her legs go weak.

The next second, warm breath brushed against her earlobe, the man's nose gently brushed against her neck, grazing her delicate skin, and a muffled murmur escaped his throat, "Mmm..."

Ruan Yi was so provoked that she shuddered violently and threw Fu Jingchen away.

That's right... he was thrown out, and Fu Jingchen was slammed against the wall by Ruan Yi. The man's back hit the parking lot wall, and a low groan escaped his throat.

It seemed like the impact was quite severe. Ruan Yi was so frightened that her hair stood on end. How could she suddenly be so strong!

Did he hit his head? I hope he didn't get seriously injured. The president of NovaVoy can't be hurt!

Her "Master's Secret Manual" isn't finished yet, Fu Jingchen, please don't die so soon! Let her finish stealing the skills before she dies.

Ruan Yi hurriedly supported his arm and helped him up. He finally cooperated a little and it didn't take too much effort to get him up.

The man pressed himself against Ruan Yi again, resting his chin heavily on her shoulder, his eyelashes deliberately brushing against her neck as they brushed against her.

"My back... hurts so much, and my stomach feels uncomfortable too."

Being so close to this pervert made Ruan Yi feel incredibly disgusted. Compared to that, she would rather Chen Xun be close to her, at least she wouldn't have to hold back if she wanted to slap someone, she could just slap Chen Xun directly.

Wait... they're both perverts, what's the point of comparing them?

"Alcohol intolerance? Then why are you pretending to be tough? How useless... are you even a man?"

Forget about his boss, he was already completely drunk. Ruan Yi started talking without restraint, cursing and swearing as she carried Fu Jingchen into the car.

Ruan Yi only realized she hadn't fastened the drunk man's seatbelt after getting into the driver's seat. She leaned over the passenger seat and struggled to reach the seatbelt.

With her seatbelt halfway fastened, Ruan Yi heard the man beneath her muttering something in a weak, hoarse voice, and she wanted to lean closer to listen.

"Mother……"

Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breath reeking of alcohol, mixed with a damp warmth.

Ruan Yi had been ambushed by him so many times in one night that she was almost used to it. All she could hear was his sobbing on Ruan Yi's shoulder, a voice completely different from usual, carrying a childlike grievance.

"Mother, Kyung misses you..."

The man's tall body kept curling up into her arms, his usually cold and hard back was now trembling with tension, and his fingers gripped her tighter and tighter, as if afraid of being abandoned by her.

Ruan Yi froze for a few seconds; Fu Jingchen was thinking of his deceased mother.

Her eyes welled up, but not because of Fu Jingchen's reaction, but because she thought of what her mother looked like in her past life.

What would happen if her mother, whose mental state was already precarious, learned of her death? Ruan Yi dared not think about it.

Ruan Yi snapped out of her daze. No matter how much Fu Jingchen wanted his mother, Ruan Yi could never be his mother. She didn't want such an old, perverted son! She tried to push the man away with some force.

The man's long arms tightened immediately, holding her tightly in his embrace. His palms slowly moved up her lower back, caressing her slender waistline through the thin veil, his eyes slightly closed in a drunken haze.

"Mmm..." Ruan Yi groaned because she was tickled, and the man holding her suddenly stopped.

Ruan Yi's face flushed red, and even the tips of her ears turned pink.

Don't tell her that he treated his mother like that before!

Does this person think they're still a three-year-old? Calm down... if this keeps going, we won't be able to drive!

Ruan Yi took a few deep breaths and, after making full mental preparations, began her role-playing.

"That's right... son, let go of your mother, I beg you!" The calm tone carried a hint of collapse and despair.

The head in the crook of the neck did not lift up, but moved slightly and then suddenly moved down.

He felt the hot breath spraying onto him.

The man buried his face in the softness without hesitation.

Ruan Yi's pupils dilated instantly, her limbs stiffened like plaster, she even forgot to blink, and it was as if her soul had been ripped out.

The skin first felt a slight stinging sensation from the light bite, followed by a soothing, warm, and moist touch.

"Ahhh!" Ruan Yi used all her strength to push him away. The man was slammed against the other side of the car window and didn't move, seemingly having completely fallen into a deep sleep.

"I'm going crazy!" Ruan Yi bit her lip and looked down.

Two strikingly bright colors stand out against a blanket of white.

Is it a bit too far removed from my childhood to dream about how I ate as an infant?

Ruan Yi was so desperate that she wanted to start the car and take him down with her, but when she turned around, she saw that the man was now drunk as a dead pig and couldn't move at all.

Suppressing his anger, he started the car and drove home.

The man in the passenger seat leaned against the window, looking uncomfortable, and his eyelashes trembled a few times.

It's not that he doesn't want to adjust, but that he can't.

"The zipper... has been stretched open."