Where was she a goddess? She was clearly a "goddess-reject"!
Last time in South City, she didn’t go on this drunken rampage.
Shen Dang regretted letting her drink so much.
He really wanted to dump her out of the car.
And scold her? How annoying!
Qiao Xi, clawing her way towards Shen Dang, was yanked back by the seat belt, and she dropped a fierce line, "You treat me so harshly! I’ll have my husband kill you!" With that, she spoke quite clearly.
She furiously slapped her hand down, only to hurt herself.
"Wuwu...my hand." Gazing down at her palm, she rubbed it with her other hand.
Shen Dang almost burst into laughter at her antics.
She spoke as if he were some brigand.
Shen Dang lifted Qiao Xi’s chin, his voice laden with seduction, "And who is your husband?"
As if this drunkard could remember anything.
"My husband, my husband..." Qiao Xi tilted her head in thought, "Who is my husband?"
Shen Dang: "..." Why was he even talking to this drunkard? A complete lunatic!
With a loud "bang", Shen Dang slammed the car door shut.
Qiao Xi’s body jolted, then muttered to herself, "My husband is a jerk."
Of course, Shen Dang didn’t hear that comment.
Buckling himself in, he said to Qiao Xi, "Sit tight."
As if she could hear anything at that point.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Dang then floored the accelerator and the car zoomed off.
Under the force of acceleration, Qiao Xi’s body slammed backwards against the seat.
She leaned back, suddenly quiet, eyes closed, docile like a cat retracting its claws. The sparse light from the street lamps cast a dreamlike, stunning glow on her face.
Shen Dang glanced at her sideways, cursing his earlier inaction. Why did he even bother talking all that nonsense? He should have just knocked her out.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at Yingyue Bay.
Shen Dang opened the door and helped Qiao Xi out.
As Shen Dang pushed the door, Qiao Xi’s tottering steps had her nearly falling, but Shen Dang pulled her back.
She was completely crazy!
Pressing his temples, Shen Dang hoisted Qiao Xi horizontally, shot her a cold look, then carried her upstairs without any change in expression, kicked open the door, and mentally threw her onto the bed.
His movements lacked any gentleness.
Qiao Xi bounced on the bed several times, her head spinning and her vision blurring.
Yet, she seemed to remember a jerk.
Bending down, Shen Dang moved closer to hear the nonsense she was muttering.
Qiao Xi tried to grab the blurry figure in front of her, accidentally slapping Shen Dang across the face.
The crisp slap echoed; Qiao Xi had no idea she had just hit the most cherished face among the young ladies of Hai City.
Shen Dang was stunned, his slender eyes shimmering with a cold spark.
No one had ever dared to slap him.
Grinding his teeth, he pinched Qiao Xi’s face hard, unsatisfied, pulled the flesh on her cheek.
Would he care for her when she was drunk again? Never!
Qiao Xi grimaced in pain, waving her hand.
Shen Dang quickly withdrew his hand.
Still wanting to hit him.
Shen Dang saw the flesh on Qiao Xi’s cheek bounce back lightly.
He clicked his tongue again.
This woman didn’t carry her usual ethereal air when drunk, nor was she her normal aloof self, pushing others miles away. But the drunk before him was still not a pleasant sight.
He should just let her fend for herself.
Rudely grabbing a blanket, Shen Dang threw it over her, then went to take a shower in his pajamas.
After his shower, he found Qiao Xi had kicked off her blanket.
He glanced, kindly covered her again, then switched off the light and left the room.
Lying in bed, Qiao Xi murmured in her sleep, only the moonlight sneaking through the window heard her.
She slept soundly, while Shen Dang tossed and turned restlessly.
The next day, when Qiao Xi awoke, her head throbbed as if she’d been hit with a club.
Rubbing her head, she looked around to find everything unfamiliar.
Startled, Qiao Xi threw off the blanket and saw she was still in yesterday’s dress, relieving her.
She remembered having several rounds of vodka last night, but what happened after was a blur.
Peering downstairs from the railing on the second floor, her brows furrowed slightly—she wasn’t mistaken, this was...
Supporting herself on the railing, she walked downstairs.
As Shen Dang, bearing a tray of breakfast, saw Qiao Xi at the stair landing, he placed the tray on the table, "Awake?"
His dark pupils void of emotion, gazing at her coldly.
Qiao Xi’s head hurt even more.
"Boss Shen, why am I here?"
What exactly happened last night, why can’t she recall anything?
"Great," Shen Dang tugged at his lips mockingly, "You forgot all the good deeds you did last night."
He couldn’t even properly retaliate for lack of a legitimate reason.
The frustration inside him was suffocating.
Maybe it was last night’s drinking, but Qiao Xi blurted out, "Did I help an old grandma cross the street?"
Did she really do that while drunk?
The silence was terrifying.
If it wasn’t helping a grandma, then what did she do?
"I don’t know how I act when I’m drunk." Qiao Xi’s eyelids fluttered slightly, "I’ve never been drunk."
Shen Dang with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, lazily leaning against the white dining table, embodied the lofty, cold demeanor of a noble son, though his aura was chilling, "So, what was last night? Pretending to be drunk and going crazy on me?"
He looked really angry.
Qiao Xi grew even more uncertain about her actions, feeling unnerved, "Was it that bad?"
Shen Dang gritted his teeth, "You hit me. How bad do you think it is?"
Qiao Xi suddenly relaxed.
Oh, she hit him... hit him???
"You’re joking, right? Why would I hit someone, especially you? Wouldn’t you stop me?"
Qiao Xi had the look of "don’t try to fool me with such a clumsy excuse."
Shen Dang was successfully amused, hands on his hips, watching Qiao Xi’s innocent face, he couldn’t hold back his laughter, doubling over.
"What are you laughing at?" Qiao Xi was slightly annoyed.
Shen Dang coolly curled his lip, "I should’ve recorded your disgraceful behavior last night." The source of thɪs content is ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
If he did, she’d have definitely been furious.
And besides, she wasn’t ugly.
Qiao Xi calmed down considerably, "Boss Shen wouldn’t do such a thing."
Shen Dang gave her a meaningful look, "Who knows, after all, you hit me."
Taking a deep breath, her tone slightly pleading, "Then, I was drunk, Boss Shen, let’s not hold it against a drunk person, okay?"