Dressed lightly, her face flushed with drunkenness, she leaned against the door, seemingly too unsteady to stand.
Jiang Ye’s already furrowed brow now looked like it could trap a fly:
He didn’t waste any more words.
However, the woman, getting an inch and taking a mile, not only didn’t leave but instead swayed her way further inside.
"Young Master Jiang~"
The two buttons at his collar that had been undone were now mysteriously done up again, stained deeply by red wine, which did not in any way diminish the cold pressure emanating from the man at this moment.
Actually, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.
The woman hesitated for a moment, seemingly uncertain.
But in the end, reason was defeated by something else.
With a ’whoosh,’ the zipper on the side of her dress came down.
The woman’s gaze turned towards Jiang Ye, and she was clearly not as utterly drunk as she had been before, quite sober in fact.
"I’m sorry," she said softly.
Then like an eggshell cracked open, she flung herself at Jiang Ye.
At that moment, a group of people had already walked down the corridor, with Lu Jing at the forefront, his face looking particularly bad.
"Where is it?" he asked as soon as he arrived.
The person leading the way pointed at a certain guest room. Lu Jing sneered and walked straight toward it.
The two girls behind him had wanted to say something, but before they could speak, the door opened with a ’beep.’
The scene that came into view was likely to be one that nobody could ever forget.
A young woman lay naked and in agony on the floor, with a shiny leather shoe pressing down on her back.
The owner of the shoe, apart from his coat being taken off and set aside, remained fully dressed in a shirt, the buttons done up to the very top collar button.
Basically, there didn’t seem to be a problem anymore. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel{f}ire.net
Upon witnessing this scene, Lu Jing inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Downstairs, when a waiter suddenly informed him of the situation above, he felt choked up, nearly unable to breathe.
Now, however, his worries were different.
A crowd at the door watched, stunned and unable to react.
Lu Jing took a few deep breaths, stepped into the room, and without speaking a word to the man, casually covered the woman with a piece of clothing he grabbed from the nearby rack.
At least, it covered the key areas and saved some embarrassment.
"Jiang Ye, get off her."
It wasn’t until Lu Jing spoke that the man finally stepped away, disdainfully wiping the sole of his shoe on the carpet as though he had stepped in something filthy.
"Wife, I didn’t do anything."
Yes, you didn’t do anything, but you’ve stomped someone half to death!
Lu Jing thought the woman wasn’t reacting because she was buried in shame. But upon closer inspection, he realized that the woman had at some point passed out.
Really unconscious, not faking it.
Real or fake unconsciousness, it isn’t that easy to feign in front of a doctor.
Unless, one is specifically trained in that area.
"Oh, what are you going to do, wife?"
"What do you think I’m going to do? Wait for her to die completely?"
Of course, perform emergency aid!
Jiang Ye glanced disdainfully at the woman on the floor:
"Don’t worry, she won’t die."
I’m well aware of my own strength.