As dawn broke, golden sunlight, like fine threads, pierced through the gaps in the curtains and quietly slipped into the room, landing on Xiao Wujie's exquisite, work-of-art-like face.
The light gradually intensified, eventually creating a warm pressure on his eyelids, urging him to awaken from the chaotic darkness.
Xiao Wujie slowly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting dappled light and shadow. His consciousness, like a sleeping lake being caressed by the morning breeze, began to slowly return to clarity.
The scene was beautiful and dreamlike, but the only witness was a man in a black suit with a blank expression.
It was Lu Zhufeng who was guarding Xiao Wujie's bedside.
Upon seeing Xiao Wujie wake up, he expressionlessly handed him a bowl of still-steaming hangover soup.
"Miss Chu instructed the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup early this morning, and told me to wait for you to wake up and watch you drink it!"
Xiao Wujie didn't say anything upon hearing this, and took the hangover soup that he was offered and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking a bowl of steaming hot hangover soup, he felt much better, though his head still ached slightly.
Last night's memories are like shattered glass, flickering in my mind, unable to form a complete picture.
He only remembered drinking that glass of red wine, and then, somewhat ashamed, being carried away from the restaurant in a princess carry by Chu Liyue, and then put into the car.
Then I felt a bit tipsy and didn't remember anything.
This body is so frail, it can't even handle a glass of red wine.
But he had already drunk it, and he didn't regret it.
If you ask him why he drank alcohol even though he knew his body was intolerant to it, he can't give a clear answer.
There seem to be many reasons, yet there also seem to be none.
Perhaps it's because he doesn't like Chu Yichen!
After all, it's impossible to think things through and understand everything clearly in life!
If you want to do something, you'll naturally do it.
It's just a glass of wine and a clown! What's there to be afraid of?
He threw back the covers, leaned against the headboard, half-closed his eyes, and rested for a while.
Feeling dry and smelling of shower gel, I noticed that I had been changed into comfortable pajamas, so someone must have helped me wash and change my clothes.
Did you wash and change my clothes last night?
He casually asked Lu Zhufeng.
"Miss Chu."
Lu Zhufeng answered expressionlessly.
Xiao Wujie suddenly opened his half-closed eyes.
"..."
Beijing Commercial Street
The weather was sunny and bright.
Tall trees cast dappled shade on both sides of the sidewalk, and a gentle breeze brings a touch of coolness.
The buildings on the commercial street are colorful, with a blend of modern and classical styles, and each building has its own unique features and story.
The shop windows display a wide variety of goods, from fashionable clothing to high-tech electronic products.
Since it wasn't a day off and it was during the morning workday, there weren't many people on the commercial street.
Xiao Wujie, dressed in a clean-fit casual outfit, strolled leisurely down the street.
He wore a brown houndstooth work jacket on top, a pair of simple flared dark blue jeans on the bottom, and white sneakers on his feet. His outfit was simple, casual, and tasteful.
The main crowd in the commercial street consists of young students and youths.
Many girls dressed in JK uniforms or casual clothes blushed when they saw his handsome and charming face and elegant and noble temperament.
Some of the bolder and more daring girls even came up to ask for photos and contact information.
Every time this happens, Lu Zhufeng, who is dressed in casual sportswear and holding a cup of coffee for Xiao Wujie, will step forward to shoo him away.
Xiao Wujie gave the pretty young lady an apologetic smile at the opportune moment.
The girls blushed even more, but as they left, they couldn't help but glance at Lu Zhufeng and spit lightly.
Lower-class man!
Just as Lu Zhufeng was about to break through his defenses and lose control, Xiao Wujie stopped in front of a building.
The building is antique and has the style of pavilions in Jiangnan. The plaque is inscribed with the three characters "Siyuan Pavilion".
Xiao Wujie didn't pause for long. He said calmly, "Follow me," and then walked into the crowd.
Lu Zhufeng, who was on the verge of going berserk, was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
Oh shit!
You bastard!
Holy crap!
You fucking act all high and mighty! You dressed me, a perfectly handsome man, up like a middle-aged woman buying groceries, and now you're making me take the blame in front of pretty young girls, acting like a doormat!
Um? ? ?
I suspect you're trying to distract me.
Despite it being his first time in the capital and his first time in this place, Xiao Wujie seemed to know the place very well, moving around with ease.
He stopped in front of a private room shortly afterward and then gestured with his chin toward Lu Zhufeng.
"Open the door."
What???
That's fucking high jumping in the toilet, that's outrageous!
You think I have no temper?
He stared at Xiao Wujie expressionlessly, and Xiao Wujie met his gaze calmly in return.
A few seconds later, a gentle breeze brushed past my ear.
Xiao Wujie, who was looking at him, couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough twice.
Lu Zhufeng immediately looked away, pushed open the wooden door expressionlessly, and even made a "please come in" gesture.
You lazy bum, take advantage of your delicate and weak body and be lazy to death!
Next time, I'll just feed you directly to your mouth and see if you can eat it.
As he pushed open the heavy wooden door, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out, and the private room came into full view.
The room is predominantly dark wood, with intricately carved wooden panels on the walls, depicting delicate patterns of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.
The walls are adorned with paintings and calligraphy, depicting landscapes or flowers and birds, with flowing brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.
The window frames are intricately carved, and outside the window is a bamboo grove, with bamboo leaves swaying gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
Sunlight filters through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows, and the dappled sunlight falls like specks of gold dust onto the bluestone floor.
The private room is antique and elegant, full of classical charm and tranquil beauty.
This kind of place is to the liking of those pretentious people.
However, what truly captivates is the graceful figure sipping fragrant tea in the soft light and shadow of the private room.
The woman, dressed in a light blue cheongsam, sat gracefully on a mahogany chair, her posture elegant and reserved, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting.
The cheongsam is a light blue color with delicate embroidery. The collar and cuffs are decorated with fine piping, which accentuates her slender waist and graceful curves.
Her slender, delicate fingers gently held a steaming cup of tea, the fragrant aroma complementing the elegant aura emanating from her.
Her delicate and pretty face was spotless, her beautiful eyes slightly lowered, her jade-like lips parted gently as she savored the sweet taste of the tea. A gentle breeze blew, and her hair danced in the wind.
At this moment, in this scene, all the noise of the world seems to be shut out, allowing people to immerse themselves in this tranquility and harmony.
Noticing the door being pushed open, she put down the fragrant tea in her hand. Upon seeing who it was, her soft, bright eyes gazed at Xiao Wujie, and a stunning smile appeared on her lips.
Seeing this, Lu Zhufeng suddenly looked at Xiao Wujie with a strange expression in his eyes.
That bastard is really something!
What is this called?
Is it true that while the wife at home remains steadfast, one can have affairs on the side?
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