Chapter 23: After being thoroughly humiliated, I'll teach him a lesson.
Jiang Chuyu's ears burned, and she was about to glare at him when Li Sen suddenly turned to the side and said, "Chuyu, the birthday girl is here."
Jiang Chuyu followed his gaze.
The birthday girl, Qin Shengya, walked over surrounded by several friends, her smile bright and cheerful.
Jiang Chuyu saw Fu Yilin and Zou Letong in the crowd.
Jiang Shan once said that the Qin family is the head of the Beijing business circle, and Qin Jiyuan is recognized as the godfather of the Beijing business circle. When his niece throws a party, most of the rich second generation in the Beijing circle will attend.
So she wasn't too surprised to see Fu Yilin and Zou Letong here.
As the hostess of the party, Qin Shengya possessed excellent manners and the ability to manage the situation. When faced with new friends, she showed great interest, as if they were new toys.
Jiang Chuyu felt uneasy under her gaze.
"Brother Sen, who is this?" Qin Shengya asked with a smile.
Li Sen: "The junior I told you about, Jiang Chuyu."
"Oh, so you're the real heiress of the Jiang family?" Qin Shengya suddenly realized, and smiled meaningfully. "You're really beautiful. No wonder Brother Sen cherishes you so much. You two are a perfect match."
Everyone present knew that Li Sen and Zou Letong had dated for a while. With just a casual remark from her, the expressions of the people around her turned ugly.
Li Sen smiled without saying a word, not taking the jokes to heart.
Jiang Chuyu nodded politely: "Hello, nice to meet you."
Qin Shengya clicked her tongue lightly, as if they had known each other for a long time, and smiled as she took her hand.
"I love beautiful women the most! Come on, let's cut the cake together!"
Jiang Chuyu was surprised by Qin Shengya's natural familiarity and enthusiasm.
Faced with a social tyrant like Qin Shengya, a loser like her could only obediently be dragged away.
Birthday parties always include singing "Happy Birthday," cutting the cake, and giving gifts.
Jiang Chuyu stood next to Qin Shengya, surrounded by a noisy crowd, and she always felt a gaze fixed on her.
Ruo pierced the air and turned around, seeing Gu Zeming leaning against the bar.
He slowly wiped his hands, his face expressionless, his dark eyes looking at them as if they were prey or snacks in a cage.
It's so strange. He's just a part-time bartender, so why does he have such a relaxed look and demeanor?
Wasn't he here to work?
If she weren't one of the people Gu Zeming was observing, she would probably praise him for being calm and perceptive.
But now, Jiang Chuyu felt only a chill run down her spine and a strong sense of unease.
After cutting the cake, someone suggested playing games.
A bespectacled man said, "Want some turtle soup? I'm thinking of a noodle soup that sounds really fun."
"Go ahead and say it. Today, everyone here is a top student from Liu Zi and various prestigious universities in Beijing. Do you think we're afraid of someone like Tang?"
"Then I'll tell you."
The bespectacled man cleared his throat: "While Xiaolin was packing her luggage in the bedroom, she heard her parents crying in the living room. She opened the door and saw the girl, her clothes faded from washing, standing in the living room. Her mother was holding the girl and said to her in a trembling voice, 'We've discussed it, you can continue to live in that room...' Please let everyone reconstruct the truth of the matter."
After hearing this, everyone else turned to look at Jiang Chuyu and Zou Letong.
The man with glasses ordered a simple noodle soup, but his intentions were so obvious that he practically named the man.
Jiang Chuyu was speechless, but before she could say anything, Zou Letong's eyes reddened, and she ran out of the banquet hall wiping away her tears.
The bespectacled man shrugged innocently, "It's just a turtle soup, why is she reacting so strongly?"
"Stop your bad intentions. Don't treat everyone like fools." Fu Yilin said with a laugh, then turned to ask, "Brother Sen, shouldn't we go check on her? She hasn't been in a good mood lately, and she might do something to hurt herself."
Li Sen frowned and looked at Jiang Chuyu.
He was waiting for her reaction and attitude.
Jiang Chuyu was also troubled.
According to her plan, she intended to confess her feelings to Li Sen tonight, but too many unexpected things have happened.
She has no intention of interfering with Li Sen.
If he chases after them, then the two of them will have to delay confirming their relationship for a while longer.
Jiang Chuyu felt this was fair and good for both of them.
In short, it depends on his own choice.
Just as the stalemate was reaching its conclusion, Li Sen's phone vibrated.
His eyelids twitched, and he took out his phone.
The text message was from Qin Jiming.
It's not the right time yet.
Li Sen clenched his fist, turned off the screen, and turned to leave.
Almost simultaneously, everyone else turned their gaze to Jiang Chuyu, some with schadenfreude, others with sympathy.
Jiang Chuyu sighed, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
Seeing this, Qin Shengya put her arm around her and smiled to lighten the mood.
"Oh, it's nothing, let's keep having fun!"
The birthday parties of the wealthy are filled with champagne and extravagant luxury.
In the end, I still felt that playing cards was simpler and more enjoyable.
Jiang Chuyu was forced to sit at the card table by Qin Shengya and played a few rounds with everyone, winning and losing.
Her alcohol tolerance was only at a normal level; after being punished with a few cocktails, she became dizzy and disoriented.
At first, Gu Zeming was in charge of mixing their drinks, but later he disappeared and a new bartender took over.
Unlucky Jiang Chuyu lost another round.
The bartender handed me a cocktail.
She squinted, reached out, and just as her fingertips touched the rim of the glass, the bartender's hand slipped, and the drink spilled all over her dress.
Jiang Chuyu was a little tipsy and stared at her disheveled dress with a sluggish expression. She pouted and poked at the wet spot with her finger.
“Oh ho,” she drawled, tilting her head and winking at the bartender who had caused the trouble, “you’ve really messed up.”
The bartender was at a loss and apologized repeatedly, but Jiang Chuyu just laughed foolishly.
When you're drunk, the world is enveloped in a fuzzy halo, and everything looks like it's filtered.
"How can you do this job? You can't even hold a glass of wine properly!" Qin Shengya scolded the bartender, then bent down to check Jiang Chuyu's skirt.
Jiang Chuyu was amused by her turning around and checking her skirt: "I'm very good, I didn't steal any food..."
Qin Shengya paused, a mischievous thought flashing through her mind. She couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her rosy cheeks. "Ahhh, so soft and cute!"
“Sheng Ya, you…” The others looked horrified.
Qin Shengya coughed lightly, paused for a few seconds, then beckoned a maid over, whispered a few words in her ear, and instructed her, "Take Miss Jiang to the guest room to clean up."
The maid nodded and led Jiang Chuyu through the noisy banquet hall.
The guests were having a great time inside, but it was unusually quiet outside.
The corridor chandelier looked like floating stars to Jiang Chuyu, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch it.
"Wow, stars are falling down," she muttered, her steps a little unsteady.
The maid helped her up, unable to suppress a smile: "Miss Jiang, watch your step."
It stopped in front of the guest room at the end of the corridor.
Jiang Chuyu slowly raised her head.
The maid pushed open the door.
The man inside turned around, his eyes as deep as ink.
Jiang Chuyu blinked, then blinked again.
"Gu Zeming?" Her voice was soft and gentle, her almond-shaped eyes widening as if she had discovered a new continent. "You're not working properly, you're slacking off here, I'm going to report you to Miss Qin... report you."
Gu Zeming's lips curved slightly: "You can't even speak properly, how can you report me?"
"Don't push your luck. I... I have plenty of ways to deal with you." Jiang Chuyu said, staggering a few steps forward before losing her balance and falling right in front of him.
Gu Zeming's eyes darkened, and he put his arm around her waist. He looked up and said to the maid, "I'll help Miss Jiang with this. You can go ahead and do your work."
The maid obediently left the room, closing the door behind her.
Hearing the door close, Jiang Chuyu snapped out of her daze for a moment.
She looked at the man in front of her with suspicion, and gradually realized who he was, so frightened that she took a half step back.
My lower back hit the dressing table with a "thud".
"Ouch...it hurts..." Jiang Chuyu rubbed her waist, looking timid.
Gu Zeming was amused and annoyed by her reaction. "Who was it that said they were going to teach me a lesson? Why are you so scared when you see me? Where's your guts and courage?"
"You ate it." She blurted out the truth after drinking.
Gu Zeming paused for a few seconds, then said somewhat reluctantly, "Come here."
"What?" Jiang Chuyu looked at him warily, cursing, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because I like you. Let me tell you, today, I'm going to teach you a lesson..."
Gu Zeming's patience ran out. Too lazy to reason with a drunkard, he bent down and hoisted the man onto his shoulder.
Jiang Chuyu felt dizzy and stopped speaking.
By the time she realized what was happening, Gu Zeming had already placed her on the bathroom sink.
"Hold on tight."
Gu Zeming turned on the tap, wet a handkerchief, and knelt on one knee. His slender fingers held a corner of the handkerchief and gently wiped the hem of her skirt.
Jiang Chuyu looked down at his thick eyelashes, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his black hair: "Gu Zeming, your hair is so stiff and prickly."
Gu Zeming paused, looked up at her, and said with a low voice, "Let go."
"Why are you being so fierce? I won't let go!" she muttered, acting spoiled, her cheeks flushed, her almond eyes watery, and her lips slightly parted.
His dazed, drunken look is just too much.
Gu Zeming's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low: "You're drunk."
"No way!" Jiang Chuyu held up five fingers. "I only drank... uh..." she counted on her fingers, "five cups or six cups..."
Gu Zeming chuckled and teased her, "Well, you're pretty good."
Jiang Chuyu snorted softly, proudly raising her head.
Gu Zeming lowered his head and continued to wipe the hem of her skirt.
Jiang Chuyu watched him quietly for a while, her two fair and slender legs swaying gently. "My feet hurt."
Gu Zeming's eyes darkened, and he grasped her ankle.
Which one?
"right."
Gu Zeming put the handkerchief aside, took off her right high heel, and carefully examined it.
Jiang Chuyu secretly observed his expression.
He had taken off his vest, leaving only a thin white shirt on his upper body. His broad shoulders and back muscles were faintly visible under the fabric. He knelt on one knee, his thin lips pressed tightly together, observing her ankle with a focused and serious expression.
This scene is too erotic.
Jiang Chuyu adored his appearance.
In a daze, she recalled the scene when the two first met.
What was she thinking at the time?
My breathing suddenly became rapid, and my heart felt like it was about to burst from lack of oxygen.
Jiang Chuyu bit her lip, raised her left foot, and stomped hard on his shoulder with her high heel, just as she wanted to hear a muffled groan.
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