Inside the car, Bai Jinghong and Qin Chuchu lay side by side.
Qin Chuchu had already regained her clarity. Those beautiful eyes were shedding tear after tear.
Actually, about half an hour ago, Qin Chuchu had already become clear-headed.
But what made her feel deeply ashamed was that she hadn’t resisted Bai Jinghong. Instead, she had deceived herself, pretending she hadn’t sobered up.
Watching her silently cry, Bai Jinghong lifted her and moved her to the passenger seat, then pulled his own seat back up.
Qin Chuchu’s inner blouse was ruined, unwearable.
She had only managed to put on her two D-shaped half-circles intimately, then pulled up her small white thong from beneath her pencil skirt.
Finally, she draped on her small suit jacket, unable to even button it up.
It was a completely open look—black outside, white in.
Bai Jinghong, meanwhile, rolled down the window, letting the sea breeze pour into the car. He then lit a cigarette and smoked silently.
“What just happened, I don’t want to explain much!”
“You should understand the causes and consequences yourself. You can resent me, blame me, but it’s best not to resent me now. I’m a petty person!”
Although Bai Jinghong spoke very concisely, every word carried immense pressure.
Qin Chuchu couldn’t help but look at Bai Jinghong’s incredibly handsome face.
She still couldn’t quite figure it out—why would such a handsome young master, with power reaching the heavens, be such a lapdog for Fan Ning’er?
Setting that aside, Qin Chuchu actually didn’t blame Bai Jinghong.
When the drug took effect in the restaurant, she knew she couldn’t escape this ordeal.
Bai Jinghong had essentially saved her.
Being taken by Bai Jinghong was infinitely better than being taken by that disgusting Old Bald Donkey.
“You… your shirt… can I have it?”
Qin Chuchu spoke softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Shirt?” Bai Jinghong was stunned.
He was still bare-chested. His shirt should be… under his butt.
Bai Jinghong reached down, pulling out his white shirt. “That one of yours is torn. Wearing mine works too, just a bit big.”
Bai Jinghong handed her the white shirt.
Unexpectedly, Qin Chuchu didn’t seem to want to wear it. Instead, she flipped through the shirt, finding that patch of crimson red.
Then she carefully folded the shirt and put it away.
Bai Jinghong naturally saw that streak of red too, but ultimately said nothing more.
“How do you feel now? Does it hurt?” Bai Jinghong asked.
A blush crept back onto Qin Chuchu’s face. She nodded lightly.
“Where’s your home? I’ll take you back.”
Qin Chuchu initially wanted to refuse, but on second thought—she currently wasn’t fit for anyone to see.
She couldn’t even go back to the restaurant entrance to drive her own car.
And since she’d already had intimate relations with Bai Jinghong, letting him see a little more of her didn’t matter.
So she said, “Golden River Bay Villa District, Number Six!”
Bai Jinghong wasted no words. He started the car and headed straight there.
On the way, Qin Chuchu couldn’t help but voice her confusion: “How did you know Ye Bing drugged my drink?”
Bai Jinghong answered calmly: “Passing by, I happened to glance over and saw that old bastard seemed to be putting something into the drink.”
“Originally, I wasn’t going to bother, but after thinking it over, I couldn’t just ignore it.”
“But by the time I entered, you had already drunk that glass.”
Bai Jinghong naturally wouldn’t tell Qin Chuchu, “I waited exactly until you drank it, then I went in.”
Qin Chuchu listened and nodded, “Thank you…”
“Thank me?” Bai Jinghong chuckled sarcastically. “You took a huge loss and you’re thanking me? How about going to your villa for round two?”
“You!” Qin Chuchu bit her red lip, turned her head, and ignored Bai Jinghong.
She looked out the window. The beautiful scenery on both sides kept racing backward, dazzling to behold.
But Qin Chuchu had no mood to appreciate scenery. Her mind was full of the images of entangled passion with Bai Jinghong in the car.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Bai Jinghong deliberately asked.
She hadn’t told him the name Qin Chuchu yet. He only knew it because of the original plot.
If he carelessly blurted out “Qin Chuchu,” she’d question his motives.
“Qin Chuchu…” Qin Chuchu said quietly.
“Qin Chuchu? Director of Real Estate at Blue Sky Group? A long-standing reputation!” Bai Jinghong feigned surprise.
“You know me?” Qin Chuchu turned her head to look at Bai Jinghong.
But her gaze inexplicably fell onto his physique.
Bai Jinghong’s upper half was bare.
His physique was excellent—an inverted triangle, very muscular, well-developed pecs, clearly defined eight-pack abs, radiating power.
The muscles on his arms also had definition, not the exaggerated, intimidating kind bodybuilders have.
Looking and looking, she somewhat lost focus.
It wasn’t until Bai Jinghong’s voice pulled her back to reality.
“Of course I know you, business genius!” Bai Jinghong laughed. “If I’d known you earlier, I definitely would have pursued you!”
Qin Chuchu’s face reddened. She spat lightly, “You… aren’t you Fan Ning’er’s…”
The word “lapdog,” she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to say.
“Heh… you mean her lapdog, don’t you?”
“That’s in the past. Now, is Fan Ning’er even worthy? She’s only fit to be my plaything!”
“My brain just short-circuited back then. If I’d met you first, she’d be nothing!”
Although Bai Jinghong’s words sounded a bit crude, Qin Chuchu felt strangely happy hearing them.
Women, after all, compare themselves to each other, especially beautiful women.
Dragon Sea’s Top Ten Beauties included both Fan Ning’er and Qin Chuchu. Some small comparison was natural.
Plus, their companies were rivals. Being able to gain an advantage over Fan Ning’er was naturally pleasing to her.
Although Bai Jinghong intentionally flattered Qin Chuchu, he genuinely thought this way.
If he had to choose between Fan Ning’er and Qin Chuchu, he’d choose Qin Chuchu without hesitation.
Even in the original story, the protagonist, the War God Chen Lin, slightly favored Qin Chuchu.
An independent, brave, confident, and decisive woman—how much better was that than a whiny, hypocritical little princess?
Driving along, the car stopped in front of Number Six, Golden River Bay Villa District.
Bai Jinghong leaned over the steering wheel, looking at the disheveled Qin Chuchu. He asked, “Do you live here alone?”
A flash of vigilance crossed Qin Chuchu’s beautiful eyes.
Is he asking that because he wants to do something again?
Bai Jinghong quickly understood—this girl was overthinking again.
“You misunderstand. I meant, if there are friends or family, I won’t go in.”
“If you’re alone, I’ll take you in. In your condition, I’m afraid you can’t even walk.”
“I… I live alone…” Qin Chuchu lowered her head, speaking softly.
She felt pain even moving slightly now, let alone walking.
Bai Jinghong’s “bigness” had truly hurt her.
Receiving her permission, a wicked smile lifted the corner of Bai Jinghong’s mouth. He opened the driver-side scissor door, got out, and walked around to the passenger side.
Then with a princess carry, he lifted Qin Chuchu out of the car.
Qin Chuchu let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around Bai Jinghong’s neck.
The atmosphere became ambiguous again, their breaths hot.
“The door code is 970915,” Qin Chuchu said.
But the moment the words came out, she regretted them.
She’d just met Bai Jinghong, wasn’t familiar with him at all. That kind of thing happening was one thing, but now she even told him the door entry code.
Bai Jinghong thought nothing of it. He entered the code, went into the villa, and followed Qin Chuchu’s directions to her boudoir.
Qin Chuchu’s boudoir was exquisitely decorated, giving one the feeling of stepping into a princess’s chamber.
And it was truly fragrant inside.
Indeed, a beauty is surrounded by fragrance everywhere.
After placing Qin Chuchu on the bed, Bai Jinghong meticulously grabbed a pillow and propped it behind her.
“So, thirsty? I’ll go get you some water!”
Bai Jinghong asked with a smile. His manner had a ‘this is my home too’ kind of feel.
