Chapter 344 Did you drug me?
Cui Hao raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth and looked at her sharply.
He was going to send this woman home? And ended up taking her to a hotel?
He chuckled, his voice chilling.
"Are you sure?"
Su Yun trembled at his sharp gaze and dug his nails deep into his palms.
She forced herself to raise her chin:
"Of course I'm sure! You were the one who forced me to come here!"
"Very good, then let's check the surveillance now to see what happened last night. I want to see how I got you to the hotel."
Cui Hao tied the bath towel slowly and his eyes became more dangerous.
When Su Yun heard this, she immediately panicked. If the surveillance footage was checked, wouldn’t she be exposed?
"No!"
Su Yun grabbed the sheets fiercely, his knuckles turning white.
She avoided his gaze in panic, her eyelashes trembling violently:
"I...I just lied..."
Cui Hao sneered and looked down at her as if he was looking at a poor performer.
Su Yun suddenly looked up, tears welling up in his eyes:
"But it was you who really provoked me first! At the door of the bar bathroom, you stopped me and wouldn't let me leave. You insisted that I drink with you... I work in public relations and can't refuse customers... Later, you got drunk and I wanted to take you home, but I didn't know where your home was, so I sent you here... I was going to settle you down and leave, but you..."
Cui Hao frowned more and more as he listened to what she said, his knuckles turned white as he clenched them. He didn't believe a single word she said.
Cui Hao's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and his voice was so cold that it made people tremble:
"Are you still making up stories?"
Su Yun was forced into a corner by him, and suddenly raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes:
"I didn't! If you don't believe me, just check the surveillance. The bar staff can also testify for me, and..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she was a little stubborn:
"Do you think I would take the initiative to climb into the bed of a strange man? I resisted, but you were too strong... I..."
At the end of her speech, her voice became lower and lower, as if she had really suffered a great injustice.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and she seemed to pull the quilt unintentionally, revealing a glaring red spot on the sheet.
Cui Hao's gaze suddenly froze, his breathing stagnated, and he felt as if struck by lightning.
Is it her first time?
This thought hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
He has always been calm and composed, and never believed in coincidences, but the facts before him forced him to waver.
Which woman would gamble with her virginity?
But the next second, reason prevailed again.
He looked down at his naked upper body, then at the messy bed sheets, and a strong feeling of nausea surged in his stomach.
He has a mild case of emotional cleanliness, especially in the past few years when he was secretly in love with Mu Nanyan, his emotional cleanliness has become more and more serious. Apart from Mu Nanyan, he hardly has much contact with any other woman, let alone having a relationship with her.
But now, he is actually with a strange woman...
This is ridiculous.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Why would he stop this woman at the bar, even asking her to drink with him? He even allowed her to take him home, and finally forced her to have sex with him?
Cui Hao's temples were throbbing, his shattered memories were like shattered mirrors, and he couldn't piece together a complete picture no matter how hard he tried.
He stared intently at the tearful woman in front of him, and suddenly a terrible thought flashed through his mind:
"You drugged me?"
Su Yun's crying stopped abruptly, and then she burst into even more shrill sobs:
"You...how could you wrong me like this!"
She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white:
"If you don't want to take responsibility, just say so. Why treat people like this?"
Her tears fell on the bed sheet, and her voice trembled violently:
"We don't know each other, what do I want from you?"
At the end, she smiled self-deprecatingly:
"Yes, how could a nobleman like you be interested in women like us who make a living in nightclubs..."
Su Yun raised her tearful eyes and pretended to be strong and turned her face away:
"Just go away...just pretend nothing happened."
She secretly thought that anyone would feel guilty if they retreated in this way.
But the next second, Cui Hao actually turned around and left.
The man picked up the scattered clothes neatly and slammed the door shut as he walked into the bathroom.
The sound of running water could be heard, and in just five minutes, he came out fully dressed.
From beginning to end, he didn't even give her a glance.
"you……"
Su Yun looked at him in disbelief as he walked towards the door, until he heard the loud bang of the door closing, and then he woke up from his dream.
"asshole!"
She grabbed a pillow and slammed it against the door, messing up her carefully styled curly hair.
The dark red on the bed sheet was particularly glaring at this moment. She stared at her fingertips which were still aching, and trembled with anger.
She didn't expect this man to be so cruel. Even if she said it was her first time, he was not going to take responsibility. If she had known this, she would not have done it last night. Her hand still hurts now.
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Cui Hao stumbled out of the hotel. The cold wind blew into his collar, but it couldn't extinguish the burning sensation in his chest.
He rudely stopped a taxi and his voice was so hoarse that even he was unfamiliar with it when he gave the address.
When I returned to my apartment, the door was slammed loudly.
He fell onto the sofa like a zombie, and the expensive leather fabric was wrinkled into hideous folds.
The dull ache of a hangover raced through my skull, but it was not even one-tenth as painful as a heart being torn apart.
At this moment, he no longer had time to care about the dull pain in his head. His confused thoughts were like the sea in a storm, surging with an lingering question: what on earth was going on?
The slender fingers were deeply inserted into the hair, and the knuckles turned white due to excessive force.
How could he do such a thing? He clearly only has Mu Nanyan in his heart...
He always thought that the three words "Mu Nanyan" had long been engraved deep in his soul and became the destination of all his emotions.
But now...how ironic...
He forced himself to concentrate and tried to recall what happened last night. Some fragmented memory fragments began to flash in his mind:
The distorted neon lights in the bar, the suffocating smell of the woman's perfume when she approached, and his own abnormal body movements... every detail scraped against his stomach wall like a sharp blade, causing spasms.
What horrified him most was that his most crucial memories seemed to have been dug out, leaving behind a bottomless black hole. He couldn't even remember if he was really...
"impossible!"
He suddenly jumped up and punched the wall hard.
It's fake, absolutely fake! He couldn't possibly have had sex with that woman. That woman must have framed him. Yes, that must be the case.
It must be that woman's conspiracy, a carefully planned trap.
He chewed the thought over and over again, as if that would make it a reality.
But reason quickly prevailed. What was needed now was evidence, solid, irrefutable evidence.
Surveillance video, this thought split my chaotic thoughts like lightning.
"Yes, find evidence, surveillance, I... I want to see the surveillance..."
He stumbled into the study and almost fell into the leather chair.
His trembling fingers tapped out messy notes on the keyboard, and his operations, which were usually smooth and flowing, were now full of mistakes.
After entering the wrong password for the third time, he bit his tongue hard. As the taste of rust spread in his mouth, his sanity finally returned.
His fingers tapped rapidly on the computer, and as the last firewall was breached, the interface of the bar's surveillance system unfolded on the screen.
He stared at the screen intently, his fingertips unconsciously digging into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.
The surveillance footage started playing from the moment he stepped into the bar. He didn't believe that it was really the woman he had taken the initiative to find. If she hadn't drugged him, it must have been someone else. He wanted to find the culprit.
He stared at the screen intently, not missing any details.
After he arrived at the bar, he walked straight to the bar in the corner.
The whiskey handed to him by the bartender glowed amber under the camera lens. He drank one glass after another, as if it was not alcohol, but an antidote that could quench some burning sensation.
There were indeed a few women approaching during the process, and the scent of perfume seemed to float through the screen, but he in the picture didn't even raise his eyelids, and those women eventually left in disappointment.
Until he staggered to the bathroom.
Cui Hao's breathing suddenly stagnated, and Su Yun's words pierced his mind like a sharp knife. She said that he stopped her at the bathroom door, and alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart.
When Cui Hao saw the footage on the surveillance camera, his face turned pale.
In the surveillance video, the familiar yet unfamiliar figure did stop a woman at the bathroom door.
The dim light blurred the woman's face, but clearly recorded his action of grabbing her wrist, so tough, so... unlike him.
"This is impossible..."
Why did he do this? Was he really drunk and acting crazy?
Cui Hao felt that he must have been possessed by an evil spirit. He felt like he no longer recognized himself.
He kept looking down, hoping that things would turn around.
But the more he looked down, the paler his face became. In the picture, he took the initiative to walk to the front desk, took out a black card from his wallet, booked a private room, and then walked into the room with his arm around the woman.
Cui Hao stared at the unfamiliar self in the surveillance footage, the man who had a smile on his lips and booked the private room with ease, and felt a strong sense of nausea rising in his stomach.
He was actually laughing.
It was not the trance after being drugged, nor the loss of control after being drunk, but a sober, happy, and even expectant smile.
It's crazy!
“Bang!”
The laptop was slammed shut, and the moment the screen went black, he seemed to have extinguished the last glimmer of self-deceiving hope with his own hands.
There is no conspiracy, no frame-up, and every action in the surveillance video declares one fact: he did it voluntarily.
"Nan Yan..."
This name is like a rusty nail, wedging deeply into my heart.
Her eyes, always filled with a gentle smile, emerged in my mind, but were shattered by chaotic memories the next second: the dim box, the unfamiliar scent of perfume, the messy sheets...
"vomit--"
He staggered into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the cold water instantly flooded his entire face.
The biting cold made him shiver, but it couldn't extinguish the self-loathing burning in his chest.
The man in the mirror had a pale face, and the water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair looked like tears.
Cui Hao stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, and suddenly laughed softly, his laughter so hoarse that it seemed to be squeezed out from hell.
"Why are you pretending to be affectionate... What's the difference between you and those random men?"
He murmured to himself in the mirror, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
The knuckles pressed against the cold mirror, and the eyes of the person in the mirror gradually became ferocious.
The next second, his fist, filled with all his anger and regret, slammed into the mirror.
“Crash!”
Spider-web-like cracks exploded before his eyes, and blood flowed down along the cracks, mixing with the undried water stains, forming a light red stain on the sink.
Cui Hao looked at the shattered mirror, and his shattered face was reflected in each piece.
He seemed to suddenly understand why Mu Nanyan didn't like him, because he was not worthy!
When Cui Hao learned that she was with Lu Yiran, his world seemed to be split in two.
Over the years, every time he confessed his feelings to Mu Nanyan, Mu Nanyan said that she didn't want to fall in love.
Even so, Cui Hao always stayed by her side, watching her laugh, crying with her, and always being the first to appear when she needed him most.
He thought that as long as he waited, she would look back at him one day.
But she chose Lu Yiran who had hurt her before.
Why?
This question entangled him like a poisonous snake, gnawing at his sanity day and night.
And now, he doesn't need an answer, because he... is no longer worthy of liking her.
Cui Hao even hated himself. He felt that he was extremely dirty at the moment.
He had always thought he could hold onto his bottom line, but the result was so unbearable...
Cui Hao stumbled towards the kitchen, and the refrigerator door was roughly opened, and the cold air hit him in the face.
He grabbed a few bottles of cold beer, and the water droplets on the aluminum cans slid through his fingers, making dark spots on the tiles.
When he returned to the living room, he suddenly stopped.
The beer can in his hand shone with a cold metallic luster under the light, and he suddenly realized a problem: when did he start to rely on alcohol?
As a pediatrician, he has always been known for his amazing self-control.
On the operating table, even the slightest mistake can mean life or death. Alcohol can paralyze the nerves and make precise hands dull.
Over the years, he has only dared to have a quick taste even at dinner parties.
"Oh……"
A self-deprecating sneer echoed in the empty living room.
Forget it, the surgery can’t be performed for a while.
Cui Hao thought about it as he pulled open the can with force. The sound of metal tearing was particularly harsh.
The moment he tilted his head back to drink it, the cold liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't quench the self-loathing surging in his heart.
According to the original plan, he was supposed to return to Haicheng tomorrow morning.
But now he was too embarrassed to go back, let alone see Mu Nanyan.
The empty cans on the coffee table piled up more and more, like a crumbling tower of shame.
Alcohol was coursing through his veins, but his memories became clearer and clearer: the hair that fell when Mu Nanyan lowered her head, the tips of her ears that turned slightly red when she was angry, and the gleam in her eyes when she looked at Lu Yiran in the corridor of Yuehu Yundi that day.
"I...I am no longer pure. Even if she likes me in the future, I...I am not qualified to respond."
"What's more, she is already with Lu Yiran..."
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty as he gripped the beer can tightly, the metal surface twisting and deforming in his palm.
A drop of liquid slid down from the corner of his eye, and it was hard to tell whether it was alcohol or tears.
"Nan Yan..."
The name rolled over on his lips and teeth, with a bitter taste like rust.
He tilted his head back and took the last sip of the wine, crushing the aluminum can beyond recognition.
"It's me... I'm not worthy of you... Be happy..."
These words were like a rusty knife, pulling back and forth on my heart.
But he knew that this was the only blessing he could give, and it was also the paleest.
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