Jiyue remote platform □□ Jianjun nearby select room
Tu Xinyue has been Qian Jianjun's assistant for not long, but because of her absence at today's dinner, Qian Jianjun felt that the atmosphere was as bland as the wine that Gu Quyu poured for him.
It was unclear why Gu Quyu had resorted to such stunts today, and there was no way to find out. Fortunately, the guests had already heard of Qian Jianjun's nickname, "Bacchus," and were deeply impressed by his increasing sobriety as he drank.
The feeling of being the only one sober among the drunken crowd made today's banquet end early.
"It's still early today, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" Gu Quyu asked.
Qian Jianjun's gaze shifted from the guest's back to Gu Quyu's face. Alcohol had tinged Gu Quyu's fair skin with a pink hue, delicate and incredibly tender. Her large, watery eyes, like a cold autumn pond, gazed lovingly at Gu Quyu, a woman drifting in the shadows of fallen petals. Her red lips, like flames burning in the snow, like flowing blood, the tenderness she once tasted now reopened the abyss of desire.
"Let's go upstairs." Qian Jianjun's voice was dry and hoarse.
"Have a drink of water before going upstairs?"
"good."
Gu Quyu handed over the water cup, with two pills in his other hand, "Take two more pills."
Qian Jianjun hesitated a little, "I didn't drink much today, it's okay."
"This medicine is for liver protection, not just for hangover relief. Don't forget your severe fatty liver. I was afraid you drank too much, so I diluted your wine with water early this morning." Her deep concern made Gu Quyu seem more like a caring wife.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
After taking the medicine, Qian Jianjun turned and walked towards the elevator. Gu Quyu caught up with him from behind and grabbed his arm, just like he usually did when Qian Jianjun was drunk.
"Not today..." Before he could finish his refusal, he was persuaded by the gentleness and tenderness on his arm, and even his sober steps stopped stumbling in his drunken state.
Still at the door of Room 988, the door was open. Gu Quyu stood quietly at the door, watching Qian Jianjun walk into the room.
Qian Jianjun turned around, one hand on the wall, the other on the doorknob, slowly blocking out the reluctant scene before him. When the thick door completely blocked Gu Quyu, an unbearable sense of loss attacked Qian Jianjun like a beast that had lost its prey in an instant, and he barely managed to hold on for a few breaths before he opened the door again.
Gu Quyu still stood there motionless, the smile on his face never changing.
Qian Jianjun squeezed out a lame excuse, "It's still early today, do you want to come in and chat for a while?"
"Then you're still blocking the door?"
"Please!" Qian Jianjun quickly made way for the door and made an inviting gesture.
This room is a large suite, and Gu Quyu sat down on the sofa in the living room.
After closing the door, Qian Jianjun hesitated for a while and finally chose to sit opposite her.
Neither of them spoke, just stared at each other silently.
Unlike Qian Jianjun's fiery and boldness, Gu Quyu shyly lowered her gaze after a while, hiding her apricot-shaped face in the depths of light and shadow, just like a crabapple intoxicated by the sun and a pear blossom in the rain. She asked softly, "Why are you looking at me?"
"I, I..." Qian Jianjun stood up while speaking.
At this moment, the doorbell rang urgently, leading Qian Jianjun to say the second half of his sentence, "I'll go open the door."
"Xinyue, Mr. Zeng, you guys...?"
"Hello, Mr. Qian, our project has made significant progress. I couldn't contain my excitement, so I came to see you with some wine. Please forgive me for any intrusion." Zeng Le showed him a bottle of red wine.
"Uncle, why don't you welcome me? I'm leaving then." Tu Xinyue seemed to straighten her chest intentionally or unintentionally.
Qian Jianjun swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm fine. I just didn't drink enough at the social event today, so let's have some wine and chat! Come on, come in, Xiaoyu is here too."
"Oh, I won't ruin your good thing, will I?" Tu Xinyue pretended to be surprised, but her steps did not slow down at all. She only whispered in Qian Jianjun's ear as she passed by, "At worst, I can compensate you with myself."
The voice was numb and soft, and Qian Jianjun half of his body was paralyzed.
Even if Tu Xinyue didn't drink, the bottle of red wine Zeng Le had grabbed, along with his and Gu Quyu's contributions, was just a drop in the bucket compared to Qian Jianjun's massive amount, and it was a drop in the bucket to achieve Zeng Le's desired effect. The bottle was quickly empty, but the conversation continued unabated.
Qian Jianjun arranged, "It's too unpleasant. Xiaoyu, please order some takeout and a few more bottles of wine."
"It's not early anymore. I just told you to drink less."
"I'm so happy today. If this small project can really succeed, it will be a major breakthrough. It doesn't matter whether I make money or how much money I make. Being able to help so many women, freeing them from the pain and suffering of illness and the suffering of bondage, is an inestimable merit."
Qian Jianjun had just been brainwashed by Zeng Le again, and his enthusiasm was high. However, when he mentioned "restraint," he unconsciously glanced at Tu Xinyue. He glanced down, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he was hooked by Tu Xinyue's gaze. Frightened, Qian Jianjun quickly turned to Gu Quyu and continued, "Besides, it's the weekend, we won't leave until we're drunk."
Gu Quyu shook his head helplessly. "I don't know how long it will take for the takeaway to arrive. I'll go downstairs and buy some. There's a 24-hour supermarket next door."
Zeng Le stood up gentlemanly and said, "I'll go. How can I let a beautiful woman suffer so much?"
"It's okay. It's in a small alley and you don't know the way."
Qian Jianjun also stood up. "Mr. Zeng is a guest. How can I let you work so hard? It's so late. I'll go with Xiaoyu. It's safer."
"It's okay, uncle, he listens to me. You drank a lot too, take a break. Thank you for your hard work, Sister Xiaoyu." Tu Xinyue's words were the final word.
"Xinyue, let me go to the front desk and get the room card for room 986 for you. You decided not to come at the last minute, and I didn't check out to avoid making things difficult for the hotel. Would Mr. Zeng like me to help you book a room as well?" Gu Quyu took care of everyone attentively.
"Thank you, beautiful lady. I don't need that. It's okay for me to come home later."
"Thank you, Sister Xiaoyu."
"Mr. Zeng, is that you...?" Qian Jianjun couldn't help asking as soon as they left.
"Ex, now best friend." Tu Xinyue glared at Qian Jianjun, "Uncle, you still have the time to care about these things? Take care of yourself!"
"What's wrong with me? I'm not fine!"
"Do you really think we rashly came to drink with you just to celebrate that bellyband?"
"I'm wondering too, and was just about to ask you."
"Did Sister Xiaoyu give you some medicine? She said it's a hangover remedy."
"Isn't it?"
"There's a drug called Maroamfen, which has the same effect as Viagra. However, Viagra treats the heart, while this drug protects the liver. It does have a certain effect in sobering up and preventing drunkenness, but alcohol can also neutralize that effect. That's what Zeng Le said, so we brought some alcohol, just not enough."
"No wonder..." Qian Jianjun lowered his head and pondered.
Only then did he realize his predicament. No wonder his self-control was so fragile tonight. And it wasn't just tonight; for the past two weeks, his desires had become increasingly uncontrollable. It seemed the drugs were causing the problem... Thinking of this, his dormant desires erupted into a tizzy, surging and boiling. He had no time to consider whether what Tu Xinyue said was true, or why Gu Quyu had done this.
Qian Jianjun raised his head, his eyes blazing with fire, enough to burn Tu Xinyue across from him. All of Tu Xinyue's previous jokes, whether intentional or not, including her current inner emptiness, now turned into a fatal blow, destroying her almost shattered defenses.
"Uncle, you wouldn't really..." Tu Xinyue also noticed Qian Jianjun's changes and her breathing became rapid.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Sister Yue." Tu Xinyue's crisp call immediately calmed Qian Jianjun's emotions.
"Yeah, yeah, not sure. We're drinking, Zeng Le is here too, don't worry. Yeah, yeah, okay... OK... don't worry... Got it! Good night!"
After hanging up, Tu Xinyue and Qian Jianjun explained the situation. "I initially discovered some clues... Sister Yue always thought it was just speculation and told me not to jump to conclusions. I was afraid you might be tricked, so I insisted on coming here. Sister Yue was worried and called to inquire about the situation."
It turned out that Xiaoyue had always cared about him so much. A trace of warmth and gentleness soothed Qian Jianjun's restlessness, allowing him to retreat quietly to a corner of the sofa and discuss Gu Quyu with Tu Xinyue, "Are you talking about the medicine Xiaoyu gave me? Why?"
"Why? I like you!"
"If I don't love her, what's the use of giving me medicine?"
"If you didn't know about the medicine and you fell in love with Sister Xiaoyu, what would happen? You have to ask yourself, would you just pull up your pants and ignore her?" Tu Xinyue's wording was very direct.
"I will take responsibility! I will marry her, but when I find out later, I will probably still get a divorce."
"Let's not talk about whether you can know. Even if you do know, who can say what will happen in the future? You might even find all kinds of excuses to deceive yourself for her. I said it when we first met - deception comes from the temptation of the heart."
Qian Jianjun was unable to refute Tu Xinyue's sharp words for a moment, "Then don't expose it in front of Xiaoyu. What Xiaoyue said makes sense."
"See, uncle is really kind to women! Is it medicine? Don't you feel it yourself?"
"Uh!" Qian Jianjun quickly thought, "That's not it. Xiaoyue said Xiaoyu is also pitiful, deeply in love. After all, she didn't hurt me, but instead gambled with her innocence."
"Oh my god, uncle, where did you get this old-fashioned idea of yours? Sigh, men, pathetic creatures. Who gives you this confidence? Do you think you're trying to possess women, to conquer them? Perhaps to women, you're just a bunch of data, measured by indicators like wealth, looks, posture, body odor, explosive power, endurance... Even if you have certain innate or acquired deficiencies, at most you can save some face and not break up despite the difficulties." Tu Xinyue suddenly changed the subject, "Uncle, if you could be more open-minded, we'd have a chance to be honest with each other and get to know each other better."
Qian Jianjun didn't react for a moment, "To understand in depth?"
"Hehehe..." Tu Xinyue laughed softly, and pointed her spring onion-like jade finger at Qian Jianjun in the air. "If you go deeper, I'll frown."
Tu Xinyue's not-so-shy look instantly broke Qian Jianjun's defense.
Fortunately, Zeng Le and Gu Quyu rushed back in time.
As expected, Qian Jianjun was as usual. Not only did he not mention it to Gu Quyu, but he also clinked glasses with her a few more times.
Zeng Le and his companions brought back a wide variety of drinks this time. Qian Jianjun drank everything he could, from foreign liquor to beer and red wine. Although he felt a little short at the end, seeing Tu Xinyue yawning repeatedly and Gu Quyu and Zeng Le already tipsy, he had no choice but to give up.
Perhaps it was because he'd taken two more pills, but lying alone in bed, Qian Jianjun tossed and turned. He felt a burning sensation throughout his body, his heart itching unbearably. He struggled to the balcony, hoping for a cool breeze to sober him up.
On weekend nights, there were still young men and women walking in groups of three or four on the street downstairs. There were also two lights in the next room, which should belong to Gu Quyu and Tu Xinyue.
The thought of these two beauties, so easily within his grasp, overwhelmed him with lust. He selectively forgot about Xue Jiuyue and Mei Rugu! He wanted to cry out to the heavens, questioning why those men downstairs, far inferior to him, all had companions, while he couldn't have a woman right now?! Rage and resentment filled his eyes, and he turned and returned to his room.
"987 or 986?" This is Qian Jianjun's only dilemma now.
Finally he rang the doorbell.
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