He's probably drunk...
She subconsciously thought, then came to her senses and immediately shoved the mouthwash into his hand, pretending not to hear: "Young Master, rinse your mouth."
Then, Chu Hongyu handed him a large glass bowl: "Tony said you can vomit here."
A moment later, she felt the grip on her wrist loosen.
Chu Hongyu immediately withdrew her hand and turned to get a teacup to fill with warm water.
When he turned back, Ning Bingyu had already rinsed his mouth, taken off his gold-rimmed glasses, and leaned wearily against the sofa with his eyes closed. A refreshing minty and orange scent filled the air, dispelling the original smell of baijiu.
Just like what he said earlier, it was nothing but an illusion.
Chu Hongyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The big boss was indeed drunk; those words were truly unbearable to hear.
She put the teacup aside, sat down on the sofa, took another hot towel, wrung it out, and wiped Tony's face as he had instructed.
After wiping her face, Chu Hongyu was about to get up to get a towel and washbasin to go to the washroom, but the next moment, he grabbed her wrist again and gently pulled her.
Caught off guard, Chu Hongyu sat back down, almost falling into his arms.
Chu Hongyu was startled and subconsciously looked at the man on the sofa.
"Think about it. Stay by my side. How much? Name your price." Ning Bingyu had already opened his eyes and was staring intently at her.
The man's slightly disheveled hair, with its natural curls, fell across his sharp, deep-set brow bone, blurring his usually cold and scrutinizing gaze.
His fingers, with their distinct knuckles, clung tightly to her wrist, sinking slightly into her delicate skin... yet they fit perfectly.
To save time and increase efficiency, he does most of his workouts at Ning's gym—Tony also serves as his Muay Thai sparring partner.
Therefore, the young master's skin is also very fair, and now his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, his collarbone, and the skin on his wrists are tinged with a rosy hue due to the alcohol.
The mature man's cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted over you, even in his seemingly mercenary questions.
It was all because of his hoarse tone and expression that he revealed a... subtle, seductive vulnerability.
This starkly contrasted with his previous shrewdness and coldness, causing Chu Hongyu to inexplicably feel a tightness in her chest and a skip in her heartbeat.
She instinctively frowned slightly, avoiding the suffocating gaze. She had never seen a man like this in mainland China, nor had she ever seen this side of him.
Chu Hongyu lowered her long eyelashes: "Young Master, I have already resigned. I am very grateful for your and my colleagues' great help. Tonight, I am repaying your favor, but it was not due to my ability, but rather because of my parents' influence..."
"laugh--"
The man suddenly chuckled, with an undisguised mockery and ridicule.
That kind of mocking tone could enrage anyone.
Chu Hongyu suddenly raised her alluring fox-like eyes and stared at him: "Young Master, what are you laughing at?"
Ning Bingyu lazily closed his eyes: "I'm laughing at how pretentious and hypocritical you are."
A surge of anger rushed to her head, and Chu Hongyu exclaimed, "...You!"
She took a deep breath. She couldn't curse, she couldn't curse. This bastard had saved her today!
Chu Hongyu curled her lips and said, "Young Master Ning, you've had too much to drink. Let me go to the restroom to get some water."
Ning Bingyu simply closed his eyes and chuckled lightly: "What, you won't admit it? You have good parents and good conditions, but because of your fragile self-esteem, you refuse to use the conditions your parents gave you to create greater value. What is that if not pretentious?"
Chu Hongyu suppressed her anger and said, "You're joking. I have my own value, and I don't necessarily need to work by your side to create greater value."
Ning Bingyu suddenly opened his eyes lazily and gave her a cold look from head to toe.
"What are you looking at?" Chu Hongyu looked back irritably, feeling like she was about to lose her temper.
Ning Bingyu said calmly, "I went through the same mentality you have when I was a teenager. You're in your mid-twenties now, so why be so hypocritical? Didn't everything you have now come from your parents? I didn't ask you to abuse your power for personal gain."
He paused, closed his eyes for a short rest, and said, "If you like to hear nice things, your ex-boyfriend must have said plenty. I think we can be more frank with each other. My recognition of your network's commercial value is already the greatest compliment I can give you."
Chu Hongyu's chest heaved as she listened. Was this Hong Kong bastard begging for help? Was he taking advantage of saving her to trample on her so recklessly?
Launch the Western Expedition!
Every word he said made sense, but every word he said also struck a chord deep within me!
She sneered, "So what? I just don't want to use my parents' influence to do things. Young Master is very rich, but I'm perfectly well-off now. What do you have to offer me that might sway me?"
Ning Bingyu lazily opened his eyes, glanced at her with a hint of indifference, and asked casually, "Say it, what do you want?"
Looking at his dismissive expression, Chu Hongyu felt as if whatever she said was of no importance to him.
She became increasingly angry.
Ningning is right, this brother is really annoyingly arrogant!
If you're not familiar with him, he can still pretend to be polite to you, but once you're a little more familiar, he'll immediately reveal his true colors!
Chu Hongyu took a deep breath, suddenly narrowed her fox-like eyes, and lightly tapped his face with the towel in her hand, saying in the same slow tone—
"As you know, young master, money means nothing to me, but with your good looks and figure, you're a sugar-coated bullet of capitalism. If you can please me, I might consider staying!"
She's trying to outdo everyone, and she's never lost.
Sure enough, as soon as she said that, the man in front of her turned cold instantly, and his dark phoenix eyes seemed to leap out with a cold flame as he stared straight at Chu Hongyu.
The air in the room seemed to grow colder because of the low pressure emanating from him.
"Heh... What a big mouth you have. You're the first person who dares to talk to me like that. Do you think I'm some gigolo trying to get some sales targets?" Ning Bingyu suddenly curled his lips slightly.
Looking at his half-smile, Chu Hongyu suddenly felt a warning bell ring in her heart.
What is a duck? Ou Minglang's nickname is Big White Goose, so is Young Master Ning's nickname Duck?
Never mind what it is...
This young master of the Hong Kong government was forced to drink a pound of baijiu tonight!
If he gets drunk, he'll suddenly slap her twice, like a respectable woman from old Shanghai being insulted in a cheap book, or punch her twice like he did with Su Xueming's cousin today.
He could beat her so badly she'd be sent to meet Marx!
Chu Hongyu moved her small waist slowly and imperceptibly, but couldn't help but say, "Didn't the young master say that we can be more frank with each other? My acknowledgment of your beauty is already the greatest compliment I can give you, since you have no other value to me."
After saying that, looking at Ning Bingyu's face, which was concealing a storm, she regretted it—
Damn, Shanghai girls never give up!
Why is she arguing with a drunk bastard? She'll only get beaten up later and then she'll be in deep trouble!
She turned and ran off nimbly: "I'll go get some water!"
But she forgot—
He was still holding one of her hands!
"Bang!" Chu Hongyu was suddenly pulled by him and fell directly onto the man.
Chu Hongyu's arm ached from the fall. He had just gasped for breath and hadn't even had a chance to cry out when someone grabbed the back of his head and lifted him up, pressing it directly against the tip of his high nose.
The man's handsome face, with its sharp, cold lines, was gloomy with a smile, making him look exactly like a villain from a movie.
His cold, phoenix-shaped eyes, though concealing anger, also held an undisguised frivolity—
"Yes, money is nothing in the face of power, Comrade Chu. Let's see if the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism work, after all..."
He scoffed, "I've never personally served anyone before, but I'll give it a try."
After saying that, he fiercely pinched the back of her head and slender neck, directly devouring the mouth that had just humiliated him. His tongue recklessly invaded her soft lips, licking and biting, teaching her a lesson.
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