Chapter 343 You and her are very similar...
Her eyes inadvertently swept towards the bar, and she saw the man again. He was sitting alone in the corner with several empty bottles of whiskey in front of him. His slender fingers held the glass, and he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled, and the wine slid down the corners of his lips. His whole body exuded a decadent and charming aura.
Su Yun narrowed her eyes, her gaze slowly moved downwards, finally settling on the watch on his wrist, a Patek Philippe, which she was very familiar with.
My father also had one when he was alive. My mother once proudly said that the watch was worth more than 7 million yuan and was a symbol of status.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she had a plan in mind.
She came to the bar and called a waiter.
The waiter came over quickly:
"Sister Su, what's wrong?"
Although Su Yun was young, she was almost the golden sign of this bar. Many customers came for her, so everyone respectfully called her "Sister Su."
Su Yun raised his chin towards Cui Hao and asked in a low voice:
"Who is that man?"
The waiter followed her gaze and whispered:
"He must have been heartbroken. He just drank all the time when he came here. He ignored everyone who tried to talk to him. He's already had several bottles of wine."
Broken heart? Su Yun's eyes lit up and she smiled secretly in her heart. This was exactly what she wanted.
She picked up a glass of wine, walked over gracefully, sat down beside him, and said with her red lips:
"Handsome guy, it's boring to drink alone, can I accompany you?"
Cui Hao didn't even raise his eyelids, as if she didn't exist, and continued to drink.
Su Yun didn't get angry but laughed instead. She was more interested in Cui Hao like this. After all, she wouldn't care if he ignored everyone.
She gently shook her wine glass and sighed deliberately:
"I heard you're heartbroken? Why bother? There are so many women in this world. With your conditions, you can have whatever you want."
Cui Hao paused, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"I...just want her..."
Su Yun's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that his casual words would actually make him speak.
Su Yun was about to try a few more times when the man suddenly stood up and stumbled towards the front desk.
He took out his bank card and paid the bill quickly and efficiently. Without even giving her a glance, he pushed the door open and disappeared into the night.
Su Yun: ???
Su Yun stood there in a daze, her red lips slightly parted.
After a while, she laughed out of anger, and her fingertips pinched into her palm unconsciously. When had she, Su Yun, been ignored so completely?
I thought this chance encounter was over, but late the next night, that familiar figure appeared in the bar again.
Su Yun leaned on the railing on the second floor, looking at Cui Hao drinking alone downstairs with interest.
The light and shadow of the crystal chandelier moved across his well-defined profile, making his loneliness seem even more charming.
"He's really a sentimental guy."
She swirled her champagne glass gently, but this time she wasn't in a hurry to move forward.
It wasn't until I went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup that I ran into him at the corner of the corridor.
Cui Hao's steps obviously staggered.
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out to support the wall beside her, his breath filled with alcohol was close at hand:
"Why...are you here?"
Su Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't expect that the man who ignored her last night actually remembered her.
She deliberately took a half step closer, her red lips almost brushing his earlobe:
"So, sir, you remember me?"
"Hmm...how could it be possible...I don't remember..."
His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was unusually hoarse. The strong smell of whiskey mixed with the faint scent of cologne made Su Yun's heart skip a beat.
Su Yun's eyes flickered, and she gently tapped the back of Cui Hao's hand with her fingertips, her voice carrying just the right amount of charm:
"Would you like to have a drink together?"
Cui Hao's gaze lingered on her delicate face for a moment, and his drunken eyes met Su Yun's. Her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes looked like crescent moons when she smiled, exactly the same as Mu Nanyan's smile.
After a while, he nodded slightly:
"good……"
This straightforward answer surprised Su Yun a little.
She originally thought that this cold man would ignore her like he did last night, but she didn't expect him to be so cooperative today.
As the two moved to the bar, Cui Hao suddenly stopped.
He frowned, looked around at the noisy environment, turned to Su Yun and said:
"Will you... find it noisy? I'll go book a private room."
After Cui Hao finished speaking, he went to find the waiter.
Su Yun looked at his tall and straight back, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
In this place of debauchery, most men would be eager to show off their female companions in public areas, but the man in front of her was considerate and took her feelings into consideration.
"What a rare prey..."
She sighed inwardly.
Young, handsome, wealthy, and more importantly, he had that mysterious aura of being approachable yet distant, all of which perfectly met her criteria for a partner.
Su Yun's red lips curled up into a meaningful smile, as if she had already seen her future re-entering the upper class.
In the box, the amber wine in the crystal glass shone with an alluring luster under the light.
Su Yun leaned lazily on the leather sofa, deliberately crossing her long legs. The hem of her skirt slid up slightly with her movements, revealing a section of her white thighs.
She picked up two glasses of wine from the coffee table and handed one to Cui Hao:
"This is a toast to you... to our meeting."
Cui Hao reached out to take it, their glasses clinked lightly in the air, and then he drank it all in one gulp.
She swirled her wine glass lightly and looked at Cui Hao with a dazed look in her eyes:
"This wine is good. Do you come here often?"
Cui Hao's eyes were a little dazed. He stared at the pearl earring on Su Yun's earlobe. It was the earring he had given to "her" before...
Cui Hao came back to his senses after a while:
"I don't come here often...just recently..."
"Are you feeling down lately?"
Su Yun keenly sensed the desolation in his words and took the opportunity to pour him another half glass of wine. She deliberately avoided mentioning Cui Hao's breakup...
Cui Hao's fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the cup and he smiled bitterly.
"How do you know..."
Su Yun chuckled softly and moved closer to him imperceptibly. The scent of perfume drifted faintly between them.
"Because the first time I saw you, I felt that you were a person with a story."
Her fingertips gently touched the back of Cui Hao's hand:
"Besides... a man as outstanding as you shouldn't drink alone."
Cui Hao's eyes became increasingly blurred. He looked at Su Yun's carefully groomed eyebrows and eyes, and in a trance he seemed to see the shadow of that person.
"You and her...are very similar..." he murmured.
Su Yun's heart trembled, but she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she took advantage of the situation to lift her long hair to one side, revealing her slender neck.
"Really? How are they similar?"
"Eyes... and the way they talk..."
Cui Hao's voice became lower and lower. He stretched out his hand to touch her face, but stopped in mid-air.
Su Yun immediately seized the opportunity and put his face close to his palm:
"So... do you like this?"
Her voice was very low, with the hoarse charm unique to women in nightclubs.
Alcohol and dim lighting blurred Cui Hao's judgment.
His breathing became rapid and his eyes fell on Su Yun's slightly opened red lips.
Su Yun seized the opportunity, pretended to be choked by the wine, coughed a few times, and then fell into Cui Hao's arms.
"I'm sorry... I'm a little drunk..."
She said this, but her fingers were restlessly drawing circles on his chest.
Feeling that Cui Hao's body stiffened noticeably, Su Yun smiled smugly in her heart. She was already very familiar with this trick of playing the role of both accepting and rejecting.
"Do you... want to take a break?"
Cui Hao's voice was already hoarse. Su Yun raised her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly:
"Will you take me home?"
She deliberately pronounced the word "home" lightly and softly, with infinite hints.
When Cui Hao finally couldn't hold back and lowered his head to kiss him, Su Yun half-heartedly responded, but in his heart he was calmly calculating:
She is determined to have this man.
As for the "she" he mentioned, she will soon become a thing of the past.
And in Su Yun's opinion, what he said seemed to be just excuses.
Su Yun asked Cui Hao to take her home, but Cui Hao was already drunk at that time.
Cui Hao was helped out of the bar by Su Yun. She called a taxi on her mobile phone, but filled in the address of a hotel.
Soon the car stopped in front of the two of them, and the driver kindly got out of the car to help Cui Hao get in the car.
The car was driving steadily. Su Yun looked down at Cui Hao who was leaning on his shoulder. There were beads of sweat on the man's straight nose, and the smell of whiskey filled the car.
Su Yun calmly smoothed the wrinkled collar of his shirt, and his fingertips lingered on the Hermès silk tie for two more seconds.
When the receptionist handed over the room card, her eyes moved ambiguously between the two of them.
After checking him in at the front desk, Su Yun took him to the elevator.
Su Yun skillfully held Cui Hao's shaking body, and her high heels tapped out a crisp rhythm on the marble floor.
There were only two of them in the elevator, and Su Yun became much bolder.
"You've had too much to drink..."
She pretended to be angry, but leaned closer to Cui Hao's arms.
Cui Hao's breathing became noticeably heavier, and the heat of whiskey sprayed on her neck.
During the short time that the elevator was rising, Su Yun could clearly feel his heartbeat coming from his chest, each time faster and faster.
The moment the door closed, Cui Hao suddenly pressed her against the wall.
His eyes seemed particularly deep under the influence of alcohol, and his fingers trembled slightly when they touched her cheek.
His voice was incredibly hoarse:
"You really... look a lot like her..."
Su Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly. She had heard no less than twenty versions of this clichéd line.
She stood on tiptoe, her red lips almost touching his earlobe:
"Then tonight...just pretend that I am her..."
Cui Hao's sanity seemed to completely collapse at this moment.
He kissed her lips roughly, with a hint of madness in his movements, as if he wanted to vent all the forbearance he had endured over the years.
Su Yun responded skillfully, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his tie.
When the two of them fell into the soft big bed, she caught a glimpse of the Patek Philippe that Cui Hao had casually thrown on the bedside table, which was shining coldly under the dim light.
…
At three o'clock in the morning, Su Yun woke up from a light sleep.
Cui Hao was sleeping beside her, his handsome profile looking particularly quiet in the moonlight.
She got out of bed quietly, picked up his suit jacket and checked it. She saw a black card in Cui Hao's wallet. She had seen that black card before. Cui Hao used this card when he paid the bill.
She searched her bag carefully again and actually found one of his business cards.
The gilded title on the business card made her raise an eyebrow:
Cui Hao
Chief Physician/Professor
Pediatric Comprehensive Diagnosis and Treatment Center, Children's Hospital Affiliated to Medical University
Diagnosis and treatment of children's respiratory and immune diseases/rare diseases in children
Su Yun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Cui Hao was already a chief physician at such a young age.
"He's actually a pediatrician. Doesn't that mean he really likes children? If only..."
Su Yun thought about it and touched her belly, a calculating look flashed in her eyes.
"It looks like a big fish..."
She was thinking about her next plan in her mind.
When she returned to the bed, she deliberately put her cold feet against Cui Hao's calves.
The man subconsciously hugged her tightly in his sleep, mumbling something vaguely. Su Yun didn't care, but instead snuggled deeper into his arms.
The sky outside the window gradually turned white. Su Yun looked at the ceiling, a smile of confidence appearing on the corner of his mouth.
She knew that from this moment on, this carefully designed game had truly begun.
…
The next morning, Cui Hao woke up in a daze. The dizziness from the hangover made him so uncomfortable that he didn't even want to open his eyes.
Even with his eyes closed, Cui Hao could still feel the glaring sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, causing his temples to throb with pain.
He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his swollen and painful forehead, but found that his arm was pressed by something.
Cui Hao suddenly opened his eyes.
No, this isn't a thing! It's actually... a woman!
A woman was curled up in his arms, her long black hair scattered on his chest.
Cui Hao suddenly sat up from the bed, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
He pulled his arm back almost instinctively, the movement so violent that the mattress vibrated violently.
The woman was awakened by the sudden noise and raised her head sleepily.
"ah!"
The woman was awakened by the sudden noise and sat up in panic, pulling the sheets.
In the morning light, her small, oval face looked particularly pale, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with panic.
Cui Hao hurriedly grabbed the bath towel on the ground and wrapped it around his waist, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.
He stared at the strange woman, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Who are you? And why are you in my bed?"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice terribly hoarse.
Su Yun lowered her head. She had never expected Cui Hao to react like this. Was he planning to sleep with her and deny it?
The woman looked up suddenly when she heard this, and the confusion in her eyes was quickly replaced by anger:
"How dare you ask? Last night at the bar, you insisted on taking me home, and then..."
Her knuckles were white as she clutched the sheets tightly:
"And you brought me here!"
Her voice was hoarse from waking up, but it couldn't hide her anger.
Cui Hao's mind was in a mess.
Cui Hao's brow furrowed as he tried to recall what had happened last night. He'd gotten off work and felt down, so he'd come to the bar for a drink. He'd sat at the bar and had a few drinks...and then what? His memories were like shredded paper, impossible to piece together.
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