Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 81 Drunk Kiss
Seeing her gloomy face, Yan Zhi laughed happily: "Really? Did you share this story with your boyfriend? Oh, you wouldn't dare to say it, would you?"

He squinted, sighed with amusement, and said coolly, "If Lu Jingming, such an upright person, knew about your shameful past, would he still want you?"

Wei Qingsong glanced at him, her voice as cold as ice: "First of all, the one who is despicable is never me, but you. You forced me to do those things, not because of my own will. Secondly, whether he wants me or not is between us, and has nothing to do with you."

She paused, then curled her lips in a mocking smile: "Oh, right, let me guess, why did you travel all the way to Quyang to find me, just to say a few meaningless words to provoke me? What is it all about?"

"You're not being watched by Interpol, are you? Are you under a lot of pressure? Do you have to seek your father's protection again? Will he give you another chance this time?" She smiled innocently, her eyes clear and bright.

In the blink of an eye, she reversed the tide, took control, and pressed Yan Zhi until his expression changed.

Yan Zhi's smile faded, and her voice turned slightly cold: "Songsong, you really have surprised me."

She was never someone who could be controlled; he should have known that long ago.

It all started six years ago when Wei Qingsong personally sent Wilson to prison, no, even earlier...

That seemingly naive and somewhat foolish young girl, despite taking large amounts of drugs that were meant to destroy her willpower, displayed an unusually strong willpower under the hypnosis of a psychologist.

He ordered her to kill someone with her own hands, but she preferred to bite her own hands until they were bloody and mangled to stay conscious rather than go to hell.

She was so kind and beautiful, so beautiful that it made people jealous, so jealous that they wanted to destroy her.

They clearly share the same dirty blood and the same rebellious genes, so why is she so wonderful?
Unwilling to accept defeat and unable to control her behavior, he resorted to a second-best approach: repeatedly giving her psychological suggestions. He took her to the scene and made her wake up in a pool of blood, so that she subconsciously believed that she was the one who did it all.

Yan Zhi thought that if he accepted this understanding, Wei Qingsong would become like him. But she did not. She was not destroyed. Instead, she endured it silently and launched a counterattack, destroying the "evil consequences" in one fell swoop.

He should have known this sooner, but the more he knew, the more insane he became, desperately wanting to drag her down to hell.

"It's truly an honor to impress you," Wei Qingsong replied sarcastically. Then, her tone shifted, and her gaze sharpened. "Yan Zhi, let me give you a piece of advice: don't take yourself too seriously. Without Yan Jiqian, you are nothing. Are you going to continue hiding behind your dear father this time? Coward."

She uttered the last three words slowly and deliberately, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"Yan Song!" A dark flame of anger flared in Yan Zhi's eyes.

"Don't call me that name. I don't want to bear your Yan family's surname." Wei Qingsong's smile was cold and his tone was disdainful.

It's been a long time since I've heard this name, which doesn't actually belong to her.

His sudden shout made me feel a little nauseous.

Just as Yan Zhi was about to get angry, he raised his eyes slightly and caught sight of a tall and elegant figure approaching. The cold light in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a wicked smile.

The hotel had a unique layout. They were positioned at the corner of a long corridor. From Yan Zhi's angle, he could see the person walking behind Wei Qingsong, but Wei Qingsong could not see him.

He pressed forward, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, trapping Wei Qingsong in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Songsong, I still prefer the innocent you."

Looking at Wei Qingsong from behind, this posture is hard not to evoke the imagination.

Yan Zhi's sudden closeness sent chills down Wei Qingsong's spine. Without hesitation, she slapped him across the face: "Get away from me!"

The slap came out of nowhere, and Yan Zhi's face showed a variety of expressions. He pressed his tongue against his back teeth, looked at her with a sinister look, but a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Songsong, you're getting hotter and hotter."

Wei Qingsong frowned slightly, then suddenly realized something and turned to look. Lu Jingming was standing a few steps behind her, his eyes lowered, his expression unreadable.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she shot a cold, sharp look at Yan Zhi, saying in a low voice, "You are as despicable and vile as ever."

Yan Zhi sneered repeatedly, ignoring her words, and instead raised her chin to look at Lu Jingming with a provocative gaze.

However, Lu Jingming didn't even glance at him from beginning to end. Instead, he looked at Wei Qingsong indifferently and asked, "Why have you been out for so long?"

Yan Zhi, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, gave a meaningful smile: "Officer Lu, you may not know this, but praise her..."

"I didn't ask you." Those four simple, forceful words coldly interrupted his unspoken words.

Yan Zhi's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly raised a cold smile and said, "Alright, Songsong, you should explain to Officer Lu that Officer Lu seems to have misunderstood our relationship. I don't want you two to argue over me."

"Stop your hypocrisy and get out." Wei Qingsong's expression was unusually cold, and her eyes made no attempt to hide her disgust for him.

Just looking at Yan Zhi made her feel nauseous.

Yan Zhi's gaze was gloomy, a cold and sinister smile playing on his lips. He gave her a deep look, then turned and left in the direction he had come from, without lingering any longer.

Wei Qingsong then looked at Lu Jingming, pursed her lips, and said, "Lu Jingming, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Jingming suddenly grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the wall, his eyes reddening, and he almost gritted his teeth as he said, "Tell me, what were you doing just now?"

The strong smell of alcohol hit him, making Wei Qingsong momentarily disoriented.

Wei Qingsong knew he had drunk a lot of alcohol, and looked into his eyes with clear eyes: "Lu Jingming, you have excellent judgment, so it shouldn't be hard for you to see that he deliberately framed me just now."

Lu Jingming remained silent for a long time, and then, fueled by alcohol, did something he would never normally do.

He mimicked Yan Zhi, trapping her in his arms, gently resting his chin on her shoulder, and playing with her chestnut curls with his fingers.

If there were other people present, they would probably find it hard to believe that this was the same aloof and self-possessed Lu Jingming.

He was drunk, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Wei Qingsong, do you know how I've gotten through these past six years? I've been hypnotizing myself every day, pretending that you never existed. I've already started to accept that you're gone, so why did you come back? How dare you come back?"

When he saw that scene, his first feeling wasn't anger, but fear; he was afraid of losing her again.

If you listen carefully, you can easily hear that his voice is trembling slightly.

Wei Qingsong felt a bitter taste in her mouth, let out a long sigh, and reached out to gently embrace his lean waist: "With you here, how could I not come back?"

As if he had heard the answer he wanted, Lu Jingming suddenly chuckled in her ear.

Before she could react, a kiss reeking of alcohol rained down on her.

Lu Jingming wrapped one arm around her slender waist and placed the other hand under her soft back, pressing her against the wall. His movements were gentle, but his kisses were domineering and unrestrained.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Jingming reluctantly released her, his warm lips gently brushing against her cheek. He buried his head in her neck again, his lips lingering there.

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he were talking in his sleep: "Songsong, don't leave me again."

(End of this chapter)