The drug dissolves in water instantly, colorless and tasteless, its effects quickly taking hold. Just now, he deliberately drew Ji Wei’s attention to ensure he successfully spiked her drink.
"Haha, thank you, Mr. Xin." Ji Wei touched her face, put away the mirror, and picked up her chopsticks to eat something.
Zhou Boliang chuckled, "Miss Ji has such nice skin, how could she easily get acne? Look at how smooth it is, tsk tsk, it really makes one want to touch it."
Ji Wei let out a dry laugh, feeling a wave of disgust inside.
Damned man, truly repulsive.
"This juice is freshly squeezed, try it." Zhou Boliang was unconcerned with Ji Wei’s deliberate distancing. Talking to Ji Wei, he reached for the juice.
"I’ll do it myself." Ji Wei hurriedly intercepted, taking it herself.
Who knows how many women Zhou Boliang’s hands have touched? Just looking at him made her sick, and she couldn’t drink the juice if he touched it.
She softly sipped it, the taste was indeed quite refreshing.
Throughout the meal, she hardly spoke. Listening to their dirty jokes, she felt nauseated several times and wanted to leave, but Mo Jing kept holding onto her.
Resigned, she had no choice but to eat and drink the juice. Yet, strangely enough, the more juice she drank, the drier her throat felt, and she couldn’t help but frown.
Her intuition told her something was wrong. Ji Wei instinctively looked at Mo Jing, who avoided her gaze, making her even more suspicious.
Squeezing her temples, she tried to stay clear-headed. Suddenly, she stood up, grabbing her bag to leave.
"Miss Ji, where do you plan to go?"
It was Zhou Boliang’s voice again. Squinting with a smile, he observed her drunken state, his hairy hand supporting Ji Wei’s waist.
"Get away!" Her eyes were barely open, and Ji Wei truly wanted to punch him, giving Zhou Boliang a black eye. But she was powerless, her legs turning weak, and she leaned helplessly on Zhou Boliang.
Inside the private room, everyone exhaled deeply.
Mo Jing finally stood up, her face pale, "Didn’t we agree, just to have a meal? I introduced you all, but matters of the heart should be resolved gradually."
"Oh, is Second Sister-in-law angry?" Zhou Boliang laughed, his hairy hand roaming indiscriminately over Ji Wei, "Didn’t you see how resistant she is to me? This time she came out for dinner, there might not be a next time. So..."
Staring at Ji Wei’s face, his smile grew lascivious, "Must get it done this time, once she’s awake, it will be too late."
"You!" Mo Jing sat down angrily, clutching Mr. Xin’s hand, pouting unhappily, "You knew, right? When you said there was something on her face, I suspected. But you held my hand tightly, forbidding me to speak, just to give him a chance to drug her?"
"Smartened up this time." Mr. Xin laughed maliciously, pinching Mo Jing’s cheek, softly persuading, "Baby, don’t be upset. Rest assured, by helping Mr. Zhou, you’re helping me too, I won’t treat you poorly."
His company was currently facing difficulties, and Zhou Boliang promised to help, requesting that Mo Jing bring Ji Wei out. Zhou Boliang had seen a movie in which Ji Wei acted, where she played a courtesan vividly and captivatingly. Her allure kept him awake for several nights, calling Ji Wei’s name unintentionally while holding his wife, though he managed to cover it up just in time.
However, this didn’t make him any clearer; instead, it strengthened his resolve to get Ji Wei. Hearing that Mo Jing and Ji Wei had a complicated relationship, he proposed this condition.