Chapter 440 Don't Touch Me
Just then, Miao Miao suddenly stepped forward, her voice trembling with tears, "Mr. Zhou, can I say something to you? About the sponsorship..."
She knew it was inappropriate to bring this up now, but thinking of Cui Xiao's warning and her own uncertain future, she forced herself to speak, "I know it's wrong to keep bothering you, but I really need this financial assistance to get through until I find a stable job. My younger brother is still in school, and my mother is seriously ill..."
Zhou Mubin paused in his dialing motion, looking at Miao Miao's reddened eyes, his cold expression darkening slightly. "I've already mentioned the sponsorship; I can help you apply for other sponsorships. But I can't continue to sponsor you. I don't want her to misunderstand me."
Miao Miao's voice trailed off, but she secretly glanced at Zhou Mubin's expression. "Mr. Zhou, I promise I won't become an obstacle among you, as long as you continue to support me..."
Zhou Mubin frowned slightly. "Miss Miao, with your persistent attitude, I can't possibly believe what you're saying."
Xie Nanzhi and Xibei are right. Regardless of whether there is any ambiguity, if the other party is a woman, it is easy to cause trouble.
Miao Miao's pupils dilated in shock, "I..."
Zhou Mubin didn't want to waste any more time and turned to leave.
At that moment, Miao Miao's resentment reached its peak.
As Miao Miao watched Zhou Mubin's retreating figure without a backward glance, the tears that had just touched her face gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of resentment.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Why? She just wanted to live a good life. She never wanted to have anything to do with Zhou Mubin. So why couldn't she have her wish?
She gritted her teeth, her gaze sweeping across the lounge at the end of the corridor, and a bold idea gradually formed in her mind.
Zhou Mubin searched everywhere but couldn't find Cui Xiao. She wouldn't answer his calls, and he turned pale with anger.
His already agitated emotions finally erupted, and he kicked a decorative pillar next to him, drawing the attention of several guests nearby.
Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray and asked cautiously, "Sir, would you like something?" Zhou Mubin glanced at the tray, which only had a glass of red wine on it. He grabbed the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy wine slid down his throat, but it did nothing to suppress his anger.
Before he could put the wine glass back on the tray, a strong wave of dizziness suddenly hit him, making him feel lightheaded and unsteady on his feet.
He frowned and held his forehead, inwardly realizing something was wrong.
Something's wrong with this wine. It's clearly not very strong, so how could I get drunk so quickly?
Just as he was about to fall, a pair of hands reached out from the side and caught his arm. A familiar voice sounded anxiously, "Mr. Zhou, what's wrong? Are you drunk?"
Zhou Mubin barely opened his eyes and saw Miao Miao supporting him, her face full of "concern".
He tried to push her away and leave, but his body wouldn't obey him. His arms felt like lead, and he could only shake them futilely, managing to squeeze out broken words, "Get out..."
"What did you say? I can't hear you."
Miao Miao deliberately leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear, "You must have had too much to drink. I'll take you upstairs to the lounge to rest for a while, and you'll feel better after a glass of warm water."
As she spoke, she half-carried, half-dragged him toward the stairwell.
Zhou Mubin's consciousness was teetering on the brink of collapse. His remaining clarity made him stare intently in the direction of the banquet hall. He knew that Cui Xiao was nearby, but he didn't even have the strength to turn his head. He could only let Miao Miao drag him forward.
With each step he took, his consciousness sank a little deeper, the light and shadows before him grew dimmer and dimmer. Cui Xiao's name rolled on his tongue, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to utter it.
Miao Miao felt the man in her arms getting heavier and heavier, and a smug smile finally appeared on her lips.
She glanced at the empty corridor behind her, quickened her pace, and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, I didn't want this either. Don't worry, once you wake up, our relationship will be different... Then you won't abandon me, right?"
She helped Zhou Mubin to the door of the lounge, took out a spare room card that she had secretly hidden beforehand, swiped it to open the door, and pushed him heavily onto the soft sofa.
Zhou Mubin's head slumped against the sofa armrest, his eyelashes trembling. His remaining consciousness stubbornly resisted, and he repeatedly murmured a vague name, "Cui...Xiao..."
Miao Miao looked at his distraught appearance, yet he was thinking of another woman. A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by deliberate tenderness.
She bent down to unbutton the first button of Zhou Mubin's shirt. Her fingertips had just touched the cold metal button when she was startled by the man's unconscious shrinking motion. But she gritted her teeth and continued what she was doing.
The alcohol washed over Zhou Mubin's reason like a tidal wave, leaving him feeling weak and numb all over. The strong perfume scent on Miao Miao mixed with a faint smell of alcohol entered his nostrils, making his stomach churn.
He could clearly feel the woman's breath getting closer and closer, and the touch on his neck was burning hot. A dormant instinct within him was stirring, clamoring to break free from the shackles of reason.
His hand unconsciously rose slightly, his fingertips brushing against Miao Miao's wrist. The warm touch made his already muddled mind even heavier.
"Mr. Zhou, I will take good care of you."
Miao Miao's voice was as soft as water, with a bewitching power. She simply knelt down by the sofa, reached out to touch Zhou Mubin's cheek, and wanted him to look at her.
Just as her palm was about to touch his skin, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in Zhou Mubin's mind, and Cui Xiao's image clearly appeared in his mind.
The name "Cui Xiao" suddenly rolled clearly out of his throat.
The next second, the man who had been slumped on the sofa suddenly erupted, his arm, which had been gathering all his strength, swung out and hit Miao Miao squarely on the shoulder.
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, yet it carried a menacing air: "Don't touch me!"
Miao Miao staggered back two steps from the sudden force, crashing heavily into the coffee table behind her, gasping in pain.
She stared at the man in disbelief. Zhou Mubin was leaning on the sofa armrest, struggling to sit up. His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot. Yet, there was a clear light in his eyes, like an ice-cold knife piercing straight at her.
Zhou Mubin spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with extreme disgust: "Get out."
He held onto the back of the sofa and tried to stand up, but as soon as he straightened up, he felt dizzy and could only fall back down. However, the wariness and resistance in his eyes did not diminish at all.
Seeing how hard he was trying to push her away, Miao Miao knew that her plan for the day was completely ruined.
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