CEO and CEO (Part 3) That night, was it really not him...
I am a president.
I drank too much last night and woke up this morning with a severe headache.
I held my forehead and thought for a long time before I remembered everything that happened last night.
I drank spiked wine, fell into someone's trap, and spent a crazy night with someone.
I don’t know if it’s because of the drugs, but I can’t remember everything clearly. The memories after drinking are like a setting forced into me by someone, vague and unclear.
I just remember that last night was pretty crazy.
My mysophobia seemed to be cured in front of this person. Every contact with him made me tremble with excitement.
The me in my memory feels a little strange to me.
I tried to continue to recall the other person's appearance, but a man's face suddenly popped up in my mind.
Mr. Lu?!
I held my forehead with one hand and tried hard to recall.
I picked up my glass, and then Mr. Lu came over to talk to me, and then...
Then what?
Why can't I remember?
Could it be that the person who had sex with me last night was really Mr. Lu?
This is a man!
I tried to recall someone else, but found that Mr. Lu’s appearance became clearer and clearer in my mind.
I can even recall his eyelashes trembling slightly.
When have I ever been so close to him?
Is it really on the bed?
I rubbed my aching temples and pulled back the quilt with a sullen face.
Fortunately, I was dressed neatly and didn't feel any discomfort.
At least I was the one on top.
How on earth did I get back last night?
It’s impossible that Mr. Lu could be bullied by me and then clean me up and send me back.
With the level of madness he experienced last night, there was no way he could get out of bed.
I walked towards the bathroom while reminiscing.
Although my body felt fresh, my cleanliness obsession accumulated over the years made me unable to help but wash it again.
When I was taking off my clothes, I found a red mark on my neck.
The location is not good, I can only see a faint red.
I looked at the red marks and scratches on my neck with uncertainty.
Apart from this spot, there were no other marks on the body.
After taking a shower, I went to the living room and asked the housekeeper, "How did I get back last night?"
The housekeeper was stunned and replied, "You were brought back by the driver last night."
"Is there anything wrong with my behavior?"
The housekeeper thought seriously for a moment and said, "You seemed particularly sleepy last night and fell asleep as soon as you came back."
My face changed slightly.
The effect of this drug is so strong that my memory only stays on the madness of last night, and I can't remember anything else.
I said with a sullen face, "Uncle Wu, I was drugged last night and had sex with someone. Can you help me find out who it was last night?"
I nodded my neck, "Also here, you need to cover it up."
Uncle Wu's expression changed slightly, "Okay, sir."
While he was arranging things, he took a bottle of potion.
"Uncle Wu, what are you doing with the Fengyoujing?"
Uncle Wu finished arranging things and unscrewed the cap of Fengyoujing. "Apply it to the mosquito bites on your neck."
My expression changed again and again, "Is this a mosquito bite?"
Isn't it a hickey?
Uncle Wu applied the cool wind oil to my neck and said, "It's a mosquito bite. You slept really deeply last night. You scratched yourself and left several bloody marks while you were asleep, but you didn't wake up."
Did I catch it myself?
Isn’t that Mr. Lu?
I held my forehead, feeling like something was wrong.
Mr. Lu is an adult man who is about the same height as me. It is impossible for him not to struggle when I forced him.
Last night was crazy, but I didn't feel anxious at all.
Either he was extremely patient and refused to touch me, or there was something else behind what happened last night.
What on earth happened last night? How come I, with my photographic memory, can't remember it clearly?
In short, check first.
Was it he who gave the medicine or someone else?
Is he my enemy or my benefactor?
I had never been played like this before, and even on the way to the company, I was still burning with anger.
The detective I took on reported quickly.
Some of the cameras at last night's banquet were damaged, so we can't find any surveillance footage from yesterday.
However, today Mr. Lu went to the company as usual. He looked normal and his movements were not inconvenient at all.
It doesn't seem to be him.
The effect of the drug yesterday was so strong that anyone who took it would become an irrational animal. I didn't have any injuries on my body, which only shows that the injuries are all on the person who received them.
After the way I treated him, there's no way he could go to the company with a normal face today.
After figuring out this news, I found myself feeling a little disappointed.
Perhaps I feel disappointed because I guessed wrong.
...It can't be that I'm so angry with him that I want to take revenge on him by extraordinary means.
I would never do such a despicable thing.
But if it wasn't him, who could it be?
I had to find this person, not only because this was the first time in all these years that I had been plotted against, but also because I needed to find out from this person the reason why my mysophobia had disappeared.
I hate physical contact with other people. Even my housekeeper, who has watched me grow up, always wears gloves when working.
But in the memory of last night, there is no disgust, only... enjoyment.
I can't tell you how long it's been since I felt this way.
When I was ten years old, I stabbed the dagger into the traitor's heart with my own hands. When I pulled it out, blood splashed like a fountain, splashing on my face.
Warm, sweet and fishy.
The blood of the betrayer is actually hot.
That's disgusting.
The doctor said that my mysophobia is a psychological problem and needs treatment.
After all, we cannot completely cut off contact in social situations.
I tried to receive treatment, but my mysophobia didn't improve at all, but my acting skills improved a lot.
I hate the touch of human body warmth, but last night was the first time since I was ten years old that I felt no disgust when touching someone’s skin.
I have to find out how that guy did it last night.
I subconsciously called Xu Xia Xia.
Suddenly I remembered that Xu Xia Xia was not feeling well today and asked for leave.
It's strange. She said she wasn't feeling well last night and ran away, but today her condition has gotten even worse.
If she wasn't so capable at work, I would have deducted her bonus for her dereliction of duty.
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In the following days, my men worked hard to find the people who were there that night.
Finally, a girl was found, she was the daughter of the Zhao family.
She totally acted like a victim, which I didn't believe.
In other words, even though she described what happened that night in detail, I still don't believe that the person that night was her.
It's not just because I still feel uncontrollable disgust when I touch the back of her hand.
And also because the girl is born weak and has congenital deficiencies.
Given the state I lost control in that night, she would have been either dead or disabled. At the very least, there was no way she would be standing in front of me healthy and sound three days later.
But I still acknowledged her identity for the time being.
Because I suspect that she is related to the person who drugged her.
Xu Xia Xia came back a week later.
Her face was pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
The first time I saw her, I let her go back and rest.
If someone sees me like this, people who don’t know me would think I’m abusing my employees.
But she shook her head firmly.
Just then, Miss Zhao came.
She seemed to have some misunderstanding about her identity and thought herself was my girlfriend. As soon as she entered the door, she trotted over, hugged my arm, and looked at Xu Xia Xia with a wary look in her eyes.
"Brother, can we have lunch together today?"
"Mom and Dad want to...want to talk about marriage."
Xu Xia Xia's face, which was already pale to begin with, became even paler.
As a president, observing people's emotions and states is a basic skill, and I quickly discovered that something was wrong with her.
Xu Xia Xia, is this, are you interested in me?
When did it start?
Miss Zhao's reaction was also strange. It was obvious that she regarded Xu Xia Xia as a love rival.
However, I have clearly given the Zhao family a considerable amount of compensation, enough to allow the Zhao family to leap from a small, second-rate family into the upper class.
On the day of compensation, Miss Zhao was also there and agreed.
Now she's talking about marriage again. Is this a false excuse she uses to intimidate her "rival in love," or is it that the Zhao family's appetite has been inflated and they have thoughts they shouldn't have?
Some men don't like admirers chasing after them, but they like to see admirers competing for their favor.
I don't like it.
I just feel irritated.
I pulled my arm out of Miss Zhao's arms. She had grabbed the sleeve of my haute couture suit so tightly that wrinkles had appeared on it.
My mysophobia was acting up and I wanted to throw her out along with the clothes.
"I think we made it very clear last time. The Zhao family and I are just partners."
Miss Zhao was stunned for a moment and her face turned pale.
Xu Xia Xia's reaction was a little strange, or rather, it was beyond my expectations.
Because her expression was not one of embarrassment or relief, but of shock.
Just like what I said, it was not what she expected.
I had a strange feeling.
At this moment, Xu Xia Xia in front of me doesn't seem like my assistant, but more like the director of a play. She is performing her own script and leading the development of the script.
So when the story went off the script, she went off the script too.
I heard footsteps behind me, turned around and saw Mr. Lu entering the company gate and looking at me.
He had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.
I suddenly remembered what I remembered that morning, his slightly trembling eyelashes. At this moment, the real person appeared in front of me, and I actually had the urge to catch his eyelashes.
I want to see if his eyelashes will tremble gently when he lowers and raises his eyes, just like in the memory fragment, like a butterfly about to flap its wings and take off.
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