The expression on Lin Luosang's face relaxed slightly.
Obviously, when Pei Hanzhou heard the word "marriage", his fingertips paused and he looked at Luo Xun who had just brought the old lady back from the opposite table.
Needless to say, Luo Xun must have lied about getting married, and the old lady naively believed him. He and Luo Xun had been friends for more than ten years, and their relationship was much stronger than those fair-weather friends, and it was easier to joke with them.
It's fun to make up the material, but it's better to use it in the crematorium.
"Marriage... yes, yes," Lin Luosang gritted his teeth and began to talk, "That's it."
"When is the wedding date set?" the old lady asked persistently.
Her smile froze for a moment, and she maintained her expression: "Well... I don't really care about these things. I leave it to him to arrange."
After saying that, he threw this hot potato back to Pei Hanzhou.
The man took up the topic smoothly and naturally, his tone calm: "The wedding date hasn't been decided yet. We need to prepare slowly. There's no rush."
As expected of a big boss in the business world, he can tell lies with open eyes and still speak so sincerely.
The old lady nodded contentedly: "You are not young anymore. I don't have any wishes. I just hope that I can have a grandson in the next two years..."
Lin Luosang was just about to drink some water to calm down when he suddenly heard the word "child" and choked again.
She's going to be a mother before she's even had a romantic relationship. Who wouldn't say it's heartbreaking?
The old lady asked with concern, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, the tea is a little hot." She smiled apologetically while holding the warm water.
The old lady looked at Pei Hanzhou intently for a moment, her voice a little ethereal, "I'm not as strong as I was a few years ago. Age makes people fragile. I don't know when I'll be gone... They say the right path for a man is to start a family and build a career. You've done very well in your career. If I could see you get married before I leave, it would be a long-cherished wish of mine."
"I just don't know if I can wait any longer."
When this topic was suddenly brought up, the room suddenly became quite quiet, and Lin Luosang was a little absent-minded.
Luo Xun, who was standing on the side, found an opportunity to liven up the atmosphere and changed the subject.
While the battle was going on, Lin Luosang received a message from his agent: [Why aren't you in your room? Where have you been?]
She replied: [I have something to do tonight, let’s leave tomorrow morning.]
[Alright, then you have to get up at six tomorrow morning. I'll have my assistant call you then.]
Originally everyone was drinking tea, but Luo Xun got so drunk that he insisted that the two of them drink with him. Pei Hanzhou drank quite a bit, and Lin Luosang couldn't refuse since it was their first meeting, so he drank several cups in a row. They finally made it past ten o'clock and the party finally ended.
She was drunk and half leaning against the wall to regain consciousness. Before her health bar could be refilled, Pei Hanzhou's secretary came over and said, "Ms. Lin, Mr. Pei asked me to ask for your bank card number as a bonus."
“…” Reward her for good performance, right?
"No need." What would become of her if she continued like this? Lin Luosang waved her hand and happened to see Pei Hanzhou not far away. She said, "I will only use the watch for a while. I will return it when the time comes."
The secretary seemed to be at a loss for words, but the man paused for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and replied, "No, I don't owe anyone a favor."
He was probably a little drunk, and his eyes were not as clear and sharp as before.
She wanted to say that it was not a debt, but the price he judged was too high. But after thinking about it, she gave up. If he felt it was a debt, then so be it.
The old man was still talking in the inner room. Perhaps he felt that his great-grandson had found a home, and his tone was filled with joy.
I don’t know if the old lady will feel disappointed after learning the truth.
The singer's empathy was always strong. She suddenly recalled many scenes and whispered in a trance, "Since we can't lie to her forever, let's not hide it for now."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that she had crossed the line. It was not her place as an outsider to interfere in other people's decisions. So she pursed her lips and said nothing more, staggering back to her room.
The door of the room was open. She thought it was Yue Hui who came to see her, so she closed the door and took off her coat without caring.
She walked to the bedside but before she could turn on the light, a huge black shadow rushed straight towards her. She screamed and dodged, grabbing the table lamp next to her to block it: "Who?!"
The shadow smiled and said, "What are you hiding from?"
She saw clearly in the dim light that it was Wang Meng.
Wang Meng is the boss of her agency and has been coveting her for a long time. He often wants to do something inappropriate to her in the company, but she usually avoids him. In addition, she usually goes to publicity with a group, and when there are so many people around, it is difficult for Wang Meng to do anything to her.
But things are different now. The curve of Wang Meng's mouth widened. "I'm going solo soon. Without the support of the group, I have the final say on how much resources you get. If you just follow me obediently, the company will guarantee to support you."
"What's the point of running away today? Can you escape in the future? What can I get from you that won't be easy?"
Her itinerary, room number, address, as long as he wanted it, there was nothing he couldn't get.
She shuddered violently.
In the entertainment industry, artists without connections are at the bottom of the heap, and most are forced or voluntarily to accept "unspoken rules" in order to climb up. However, she made her debut on her own, and hasn't had any sponsors or godfathers over the years, so it would be easy for Wang Meng to crush her.
Lin Luosang forced himself to stay awake. After thinking about it, the only way was to run. But before that, he had to calm down the madman Wang Meng.
She discerned the direction of the back door in the darkness, trying not to show too much resistance: "Since I have no room to resist, you don't have to use force."
"How could I bear to use violence against you?" Wang Meng saw that the beauty in front of him rarely resisted him, and his heart softened. He planned to take a gentle offensive, "As long as you..."
When he relaxed his guard, Lin Luosang kicked over the bedside table, found the right moment, pushed open the back door, and ran!
Wang Meng was enraged and shouted in anger, "If you are caught by me, you won't be treated so well. If you don't want to die, get back here!"
She couldn't even hear what Wang Meng said. All she could hear was the whistling wind and her accelerated heartbeat. Not long after, she felt someone behind her catching up with her.
Running was her first instinct—but where could she run to?
Most of the people on the cruise ship had interests that they could cooperate with. If she asked anyone for help, that person might even give Wang Meng a favor and send her back, unless... unless...
The thought that popped up was quickly suppressed. She felt that she was crazy for wanting to ask Pei Hanzhou for help.
But at this moment there seemed to be no choice. Looking at the room number flashing beside him, Lin Luosang made up his mind and stopped at the end of the corridor.
If she remembered correctly, he lived here, she had just heard someone say so.
The drowsiness after running became more obvious. She felt weak all over. She pinched her leg with one hand to cheer herself up and banged on the door with the other hand.
The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and she closed her eyes in despair.
At this time, the door was finally opened. The man was wearing a white nightgown, and his chest muscles were faintly exposed. His chest muscles were firm, neat and spotless, forming a sharp contrast with her current embarrassment.
He was about to speak when she had already entered the room.
The man held the handle and turned to look at her, the emotion in his eyes unclear.
She clasped her hands together, almost losing her voice due to nervousness. She lowered her head and squeezed out three words with difficulty: "...Please."
Didn't he feel like he owed her something? It would be fine if he just paid her back like this.
Pei Hanzhou was still confused, until Wang Meng appeared, he roughly guessed the whole story.
Wang Meng was panting, and he wanted to peek into his room, but the man's aura was too strong, so he could only withdraw his head in disappointment and asked respectfully, "Um, Lin Luosang is here with you, right?"
Lin Luosang had already taken the opportunity to hide in the bathroom. She had even locked the door several times for self-protection. At this moment, she pricked up her ears and heard the man's voice reply faintly, "Yes."
She was stunned.
Even if he wanted to protect her, she thought Pei Hanzhou would say that she was not there. Unexpectedly, he not only admitted it, but also said arrogantly in the subtext: The person is with me, I know you are looking for her, but I don’t plan to let her go.
Sure enough, these two words "easy" blocked Wang Meng.
Wang Meng felt regretful. He knew that the only person on the entire ship whom he could not afford to offend was the person in front of him. No matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to snatch the person from Pei Hanzhou.
After an unknown amount of silence, Wang Meng forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "Then I'll leave. I won't bother you anymore."
Soon, Lin Luosang heard the sound of the door closing. He knew that the crisis was temporarily resolved and the tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
She actually had a good alcohol tolerance and had no problem handling the dinner, but she didn't know what kind of wine was in it tonight. She was already shaky and about to lose consciousness. She held on to her limit before escaping from Wang Meng's hands. It was like a spring that was pulled to the top and then bounced back. Now that she relaxed, she instinctively forgot where she was and what she was doing.
She just felt tired. She saw that the bathtub was filled with water, and the dark blue bath ball was spinning in the center, like a deep ocean reflecting the dark blue starry sky.
Subconsciously, I thought this must have been prepared by me, so I just crossed my legs and lay down in it.
So the man saw this scene when he entered the bathroom. She was hanging by the bathtub to untie her hair, her thin and white arms entangled in her black hair, which was indescribably seductive.
After untying her hair, she reached out to the bow on her shoulder, which was the ribbon of her skirt.
Pei Hanzhou's brows jumped, and in order to prevent her from doing something terrible, he immediately strode forward and grabbed her hand.
Before he could question her, she was unhappy. She rubbed her tongue between her teeth a few times and narrowed her eyes in dissatisfaction: "What? Why are you in my room?"
The man looked at her flushed cheeks and didn't understand why this person, who was still slightly drunk and able to think just now, was now drunk like a puddle.
He pressed the bridge of his nose, suppressed the urge to get angry, and turned on the switch of the bathtub: "Don't you know that you can't get in the bathtub when you are drunk?"
She was offline for a while, and after a few seconds she blinked and said "ah", then she remembered that she seemed to be drunk.
"I know, but this is a waste." She clung to the edge of the bathtub. "I'll get up."
She flapped around in the water like a little duck, but her whole body was softened by the hot water and she had no strength left. Her legs tried hard to create ripples underwater, but the movement made no progress. Only her slender waist, which could be held in one hand, swayed back and forth in his eyes.
The man's eyes darkened.
Although he was not as exaggerated as her, his drunkenness had already overwhelmed most of his rationality, and his behavior tended to follow instinct. The nameless anger in his heart seemed to shift a little after seeing such a living woman moving around.
Before, everyone was amazed at her beautiful voice, but he just thought it was just that. To his surprise, her aura did not repel him. When choosing someone to deal with the old lady, he chose her in order to avoid being exposed.
As it turned out, this was indeed the first time he didn't resist a woman's approach too much.
Thinking of this, he naturally remembered the tone of her voice when she asked for help just now, with a bit of soft voice, pulled to the end and lingered on, unconsciously alluring.
...It really sounds good.
It sounds especially nice when it has a panicked, barely perceptible cry tone and a hint of pleading.
She was still splashing around in the bathtub, with water droplets slowly dripping down her fair shoulders.
As a normal man, after witnessing the scenes that stirred up his imagination, he took a half step back in the last second when his rationality remained while he had endured for more than twenty years and something was about to burst out.
She must be removed quickly, or the situation could spiral out of control.
He reached out and pulled her up: "What's the assistant's phone number?"
She also stretched out her hand, trying hard to recall: "18..."
Then, instead of putting her hand on him, she pulled open the belt of his bathrobe.
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
She gathered her strength, determined to fight to the end with her paralyzed legs, and tugged at his robe again.
The man was also pulled into the bathtub.
The bathroom light was filled with an ambiguous warm yellow hue. Both of them were soaked. The man's long eyelashes were drawn back and water was dripping down. She was not much better. Her tight dress outlined her exquisite figure. The moment they looked at each other, restlessness mixed with danger surged wildly.
They were both drunk, and she seemed to be even more drunk. Seeing his Adam's apple rolling as if he had discovered something interesting, she couldn't help but raise her hand to scratch it.
This action caused a storm like a butterfly effect, and things finally got out of control.
——Reason completely fled, breathing became disordered, and blood boiled, clamoring to sound the alarm, reminding that the line had been crossed.
As a singer-songwriter, she has some independent genes in her bones. She didn't know that she would turn on a switch that let her go after getting drunk. At first, she was worried that she might be bitten by some dog in the circle in the future, so she might as well choose the one in front of her who is good-looking and has a good figure for the first time.
But she cut off this thought within two minutes. At the decisive moment, she began to retreat and wanted to escape, but the man's burning palm indicated that it had already begun and there was no way it could end.
The cruise ship was still moving, the lights were dimming, and the waves were rolling.
This ordeal lasted until the early morning. When the man carried her out of the bathroom, he unexpectedly saw a hint of color on the bed sheet.
A very light red, like diluted ink.
He was about to reach out to touch her, but the drunken girl still kicked him with all her might, mumbling fearfully, "If you come again, I'll sue you in court."
Pei Hanzhou was silent for a while and withdrew his hand.
At seven o'clock the next day, Lin Luosang, who had only slept for two hours, was finally awakened by a life-threatening phone call.
She was still dazed when she opened her eyes, until she moved her body, and the piercing pain instantly swept through her senses.
She frowned slightly, certain fragments popped into her mind, and her heart sank suddenly.
Staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment, Lin Luosang thought absurdly that this dream was too crazy, but he didn't dare to confirm it. After a while, he carefully turned his head to the side.
It's true.
Pei Hanzhou was lying beside her, with a dark red ambiguous mark on his vaguely exposed collarbone, and his wet and dry hair half stuck to his cheek.
The air was filled with the smell of hormones, mixed with the smell of hangover alcohol that stimulated the nerves. Wrinkled clothes could be seen everywhere on the tables, chairs, desks, and carpets.
His whole body felt like broken parts that would fall apart at the slightest movement.
She sat up with the quilt rolled up, biting her lip in annoyance, not knowing how the situation had turned out like this. After hesitating for a long time, she finally answered the phone.
The assistant was going crazy: "It's an hour late!"
She took a few deep breaths before finding her voice again, trying to appear calm: "It's not too late. If it really doesn't work out, I won't go."
"Not going?! Today's the group's disbanding performance, their last. Haven't you been preparing for this for ages?" The assistant noticed her anomaly. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell today?"
Her hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.
The assistant is right. It’s the last game and we can’t miss it no matter what.
She patted her cheeks to cheer herself up, planning to forget about it for the time being and sort it out after the performance.
"Nothing, go ahead, wait for me at B65."
Lin Luosang hurriedly found a piece of clothing to put on. He met his assistant at the corner and heard him ask curiously, "Didn't Brother Hui say you lived in A33?"
She coughed lightly and said vaguely: "There was an unexpected situation... we had to move to a new place."
"Oh," the assistant tilted his head again and noticed a red mark on the back of her neck. "What is that?"
Her ears suddenly felt hot, and she grabbed her hair to cover them up, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "...It must be a mosquito bite."
"Don't ask any more questions, just go."
The sound gradually faded and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
“…”
Pei Hanzhou, who had woken up an hour ago, finally opened his eyelids and slowly sat up.
The author has something to say: Okay, you compared Pei's boat to a mosquito, you are dead woman (not)
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