The "drunken" Zhao Yu, was eventually sent back home by a still sober male colleague.
After the dinner, everyone left separately. She and Xu Chengyan still maintained an unfamiliar front, not even exchanging cursory niceties with each other, and went their own way.
She was absolutely certain that he would not expose her true nature to other people.
In the past, it was because he didn't want to lower himself and waste energy on someone like her, but now, he was basking in the superiority of knowing everyone has been fooled except him.
When he returned to the apartment, Xue Ziang was already waiting inside.
He also attended a dinner but didn't drink overtly, and sent her a message after arriving at her apartment but she had not replied.
Seeing her drunkenly push open the door, Xue Ziang was a little annoyed. "Why drink so much?"
Zhao Yu swayed against the wall, eyes distracted as if she didn't even notice he was angry at all. Instead, she smiled at him. "Are you back?"
Seeing her stagger and about to fall, Xue Ziang strode up to support her. Smelling the strong scent of alcohol on her body, his face turned uglier. "Who forced you to drink so much?"
"Me." Zhao Yu continued to giggle in his arms, "I'm happy. Of course, you have to drink more when you are happy."
"What's there to be so happy about?"
"Everyone praised me for having such a nice looking watch, hehe." Zhao Yu not caring about her image stupidly grinned at him. She raised her wrist in front of his face, "Does it look good?"
The anger bubbling up inside him instantly dissipated. Looking at the watch he gave her, Xue Ziang felt a little helpless. "You are so happy because of this?"
Seeing him reaching out to touch her watch, Zhao Yu quickly took back her wrist and clutched it tightly against her chest: "Don't move! Don't touch it! This is mine, no one can touch it."
Xue Ziang was immediately amused by her nervous look. "Okay, okay. I won't touch it. I won't touch it, okay? Isn't it just a watch? Is it so precious?"
"Of course, you gave it to me." Zhao Yu smiled at him, stretched out her arms for a hug, rubbing against him, "Xue Ziang, I really like you, really, really like you, don't send me away okay?"
Xue Ziang was taken aback: "Who said I would send you away?"
"They said it. The people in the company said it. In fact, I already knew. They said women beside you don't last long, and I am no exception. When you get bored, you will not want me anymore. I know I'm not good enough for you, I never thought about marrying you, but I can't bear to leave you. As long as you are not married, you don't send me away, okay?"
Standing blankly for a while, Xue Ziang stood her straight, looking at the tears on her face, he paused for a moment before smiling and said, "No, I will never not want you."
"Really?" She pitifully looked up at him like a small, disowned pet.
"Really."
A shining smile instantly broke through her tears. "You gave your word."
He nodded: "I give my word."
"No going back on it. If you go back on your words, you're a dog."
"Okay, if I go back on it, I am a dog."
Finally satisfied, she snuggled into his embrace. "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
Xue Ziang picked her up. "I'll clean you up first."
"Oh." She obediently encircled his neck and acted like a baby. "Just take a shower, I don't want to wash my hair."
Xue Ziang couldn't help laughing. "Why are you acting like a kid?"
"I was always a child, only eighteen years old, and will always be eighteen."
"Alright, you are always eighteen years old, always young and beautiful."
Xue Ziang indeed seemed to be coaxing a child, coaxing her to undress, coaxing her into the bathtub. Waiting while helping her clean up from head to toe, he had already been tormented with lust several times over.
But looking at her naked body, he didn't do anything. He wiped her dry with a bath towel, helped her blow her hair, then carried her into the bedroom, and gently put her on the bed.
"Don't go, you sleep with me." As he was about to straighten up, the half-asleep Zhao Yu, wrapped her arms around his neck again, "Why do you sleep with me, I want to sleep with you."
"You'll make me go crazy."
Xue Ziang sighed, untangled himself, climbed on the bed and kissed her forehead. Hugging her tightly in his arms from behind, he said, "Go to sleep, I'll be with you."
"Xue Ziang." She was drowsy, still calling his name.
"Yeah." He responded in a low voice.
"I really like you."
"I know."
"Xue Ziang."
"Yeah?"
"Want hugs."
"I'm holding you, go to sleep."
Zhao Yu slowly opened her eyes in the darkness when the sound of a man's even breathing came from behind her.
She did drink a lot, otherwise, she wouldn't be acting drunk. Even her head still hurt and her face was still hot.
But her mind had always been extremely clear.
The hard object on her back softened, but her desire driven by Xu Chengyan had yet to subside.
Sadly tonight, it was best that Xue Ziang didn't touch her.
Early the next morning Zhao Yu woke up. The person beside her was long gone.
Just as she stepped out of the bedroom door, she heard a muffled "thump" from the kitchen. When she walked over, she saw a big mess, and Xue Ziang looking stunned.
Surprised, Zhao Yu quickly rushed forward and pulled Xue Ziang over to check him carefully: "Are you hurt?"
Xue Ziang shook his head in confusion, presumably not recovered from the shock.
Seeing such a cute reaction, as well as the scattered egg pieces in the microwave and the yellow stains on his clothes, Zhao Yu couldn't hold in her laughter anymore. "Hahahahaha…"
Xue Ziang was a little embarrassed and glared at her. "Why are you laughing? I haven't used it before."
There has always been an aunty to cook for him at home, when had he ever stepped to the kitchen?
Seeing that Zhao Yu's laughter not only did not subside but instead got louder, he became even more upset, adding: "The bottom of the plate said it was safe to microwave."
"The problem is not with the plate." Zhao Yu had already bent over laughing and was somewhat out of breath.
"Raw eggs can't be cooked like this. It's common sense, little master. Didn't you use the toaster well?
How did strong did you have to turn up the microwave to even blow the lid off? Good thing you are tall and didn't blow up your handsome face."
Xue Ziang continued to stare at her. "It's all cus I tried to make breakfast for you."
"Okay, okay, I understand and I appreciate it. Quick, go change your clothes, I will make breakfast, okay?"
After being pushed out, he heard another burst of uncontrollable laughter from the kitchen as he got to the door of the bedroom.
Xue Ziang: "…"
When the two arrived at the company one after the other, Xue Zhan was already waiting in Xue Ziang's office.
Zhao Yu sent the prepared information packets to both nephew and uncle. As soon as she turned around and walked a few steps, she heard Xue Zhan ask behind her, "What's that smell on you?"
Xue Ziang lowered his head and sniffed. "I changed my clothes, can you still smell it?"
Thinking back to his appearance from the morning, Zhao Yu couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Regardless of Xue Zhan's presence, Xue Ziang glared at her fiercely. "Wait til' you go back tonight, I'll teach you a lesson."
Turning back to Xue Zhan, who was carefully examining the report, Xue Ziang suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you know how to use a microwave oven?"
Xue Zhan glanced at him perplexed.
Xue Ziang sighed and patted Xue Zhan's shoulder meaningfully: " time you should try to cook your own breakfast. Eggs cooked in the microwave are very delicious."
Xue Zhan: "…"
After a long discussion regarding business affairs with Xue Zhan, Xue Ziang walked out with a sore waist and back. Beating his shoulders, he saw Zhao Yu at her table holding a pen with her head down but couldn't see what she was doing.
He approached quietly, stood behind her, and cautiously took a look, only to find that she was drawing, and it was a picture of him.
She was very attentive, tracing each stroke meticulously, didn't notice he was behind her one bit.
When she was finished, Xue Ziang straightened up, stepped back, and coughed dryly.
Zhao Yu startled, immediately picked up a document from the side and hid the sketch, and pretended to look at the computer.
"Follow me downstairs."
"Oh."
As soon as Zhao Yu left her seat, Xue Ziang rushed over in a flash and pulled out the sketch on the table. "What is this?"
Zhao Yu was both bashful and embarrassed: "I…I just randomly sketched it for fun."
"Really?" The hidden smile on his face became more and more open.
Zhao Yu straightened up. "Yes, I'm bored. Anyway, I've done everything you asked and didn't do anything late."
"I don't believe it." Xue Ziang smiled then looked at her solemnly, "Doing personal affairs during working hours, this, is confiscated."
Seeing him holding the painting and walking to the office, Zhao Yu hurried to catch up. "You give it back!"
Xue Ziang ran faster than a rabbit, quickly locked the door behind him, blocking Zhao Yu outside. He whistled happily while admiring the painting in his hand.
Xue Zhan reluctantly raised his head to look up at him after he finally calmed down. "Be quiet."
Xue Ziang glanced at him, and couldn't help but proudly handing the picture to him: "Handsome?"
Xue Zhan continued to read the file and ignored him.
Xue Ziang also continued to hold the painting. "Super handsome. My girlfriend drew it, don't be jealous."
Xue Zhan didn't even give him a look, only cursed in a low voice. "Ridiculous."