I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 61 The warmth of home
"Your home?" Han Qingyue was curious. He always lived in hotels before. When did he have a home in Huangshan?
"I just bought a house." Zhou Chenyu explained.

Han Qingyue thought to himself, he only comes to Huangshan occasionally, why should he buy a house?
Looking at Zhou Chenyu beside her, Han Qingyue felt both helpless and amused. His usual refined and humble demeanor was a world apart from his current sleazy demeanor. However, considering he was drunk, she didn't want to argue with him.

Han Qingyue supported him as he walked towards the parking lot. After struggling to reach his car, she was about to open the back door when Zhou Chenyu stopped her, "I want to sit in the front!"

Han Qingyue gave him a wry smile, then obediently opened the passenger door for him and helped the old man in safely.

She stretched her muscles, got into the driver's seat, and asked, "Uncle, where are we going?"

Zhou Chenyu had been enjoying the sweet address of "Brother Chenyu" until the word "Uncle" jolted him awake. He glared at her unhappily and told her an address.

Han Qingyue used the car's navigation system to locate Zhou Chenyu's home and started the car. On the way, she received a call from Lu Siqing, who told him that she had encountered a drunk Zhou Chenyu and was about to take him home.

Lu Siqing was very pleased with her honesty and simply regarded his lover's act of sending Zhou Chenyu home as a gesture of helping others, and did not mind it. However, he repeatedly urged Han Qingyue to send him home and leave quickly.

Zhou Chenyu felt dizzy and didn't speak. Han Qingyue didn't know what to say. The carriage was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. This atmosphere made Han Qingyue very uncomfortable, so she turned on the music.

She found that the songs played were mostly those of singer Tianze. It seemed that they had common preferences.

Zhou Chenyu gradually woke up as the soothing and soulful song began to play. He looked up at Han Qingyue and was moved by her focused driving.

At this moment, she sat upright, while he slumped back in his chair. He had always wanted to protect her, but now he was being protected by her. This feeling was wonderful.

Beautiful, smart, capable, loyal, and chivalrous, this is the unique Han Qingyue who fascinates and makes him fall in love with her.

Enjoying her care, Zhou Chenyu leaned back in his chair, feeling at ease, and soon fell asleep, snoring softly.

Half an hour later, Han Qingyue parked the car in front of Zhou Chenyu's house.

Perhaps Zhou Chenyu woke up when he felt the car stop.

Han Qingyue got out of the car and opened the door for him. Zhou Chenyu took a long step and put his weight on her again. Han Qingyue was a little overwhelmed and quickly hugged his waist. She could feel his slender back through his shirt.

Zhou Chenyu's steps were unsteady, and even his breath was tinged with the strong smell of alcohol. Han Qingyue guessed that he wasn't pretending, and perhaps the aftereffects of the alcohol had caused him to behave this way.

Just as she was pondering this, they had already reached the door of the villa.

Zhou Chenyu put his right arm around her shoulders, hooked his left arm around his suit, and leaned against the door. He looked down at Han Qingyue with blurry eyes and said, "The password is 960304."

Han Qingyue glanced at him, wondering if he was really drunk and actually told the password to his home to others casually. What’s more, the password to his home door was her birthday.

Han Qingyue lowered her head, freed her hand, and pressed a few times on the combination lock. The door squeaked open. Just as she was about to help him in, Zhou Chenyu kicked the door open. The force was so strong that he leaned heavily against the entrance and nearly fell.

At this moment, Han Qingyue was completely sure that the man was very drunk.

"Be careful!" Han Qingyue supported him with difficulty.

Zhou Chenyu, still leaning against her, frowned as he tossed his suit into the hallway, freeing his hands to pinch his temples. "Stand still!" Han Qingyue pulled her hand away and leaned Zhou Chenyu against the wall. After making sure he was steady, she squatted down, opened the shoe cabinet, and pulled out two pairs of slippers before closing it.

The sound of the shoe cabinet door closing made Zhou Chenyu subconsciously lower his eyes. His head was swollen and he felt dizzy. He regretted drinking that glass of liquor.

The moment he lowered his head, he was stunned. Han Qingyue was squatting beside him, untying his shoelaces like a well-behaved wife.

He was flattered and froze in his place, not knowing what to do. Han Qingyue slapped his calf hard and complained, "Lift your foot!"

He did as he was told, a gentle smile spreading across his lips, his heart warmed. Drinking made him feel uncomfortable, so what? If it could earn her care, he would be happy to drink more and feel uncomfortable.

After changing her shoes, Han Qingyue stood up and helped Zhou Chenyu walk towards the sofa, saying with difficulty: "Brother Chenyu, how much alcohol did you drink? You're so heavy!"

Her tone sounded like she was complaining, but he was relaxed and contented, and seemed to be happy in his heart. It felt so good to be cared for by her.

Finally reaching the living room, Han Qingyue pushed him onto the sofa with a sense of relief, and sat beside him, gasping for breath. She was exhausted from helping him in.

Although Zhou Chenyu was drunk, he wasn't unable to walk. It was just that after experiencing the care of his beloved, he greedily wanted more.

He leaned against the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, his brows furrowed, and he tugged at the tie around his neck with his hands, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Han Qingyue knelt on the sofa and walked forward and asked carefully: "Brother Chenyu, are you okay?"

Zhou Chenyu still half-closed his eyes and said lightly, "Qingyue, I want to drink some water!"

Han Qingyue quickly stood up and ran to a nearby place, picked up the water bottle from the dining table, but there was no water in it. She was stunned for a moment and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Zhou Chenyu leaned on the sofa and watched her busy walking back and forth in front of him, especially when she was washing cups in the kitchen. He had an illusion that she was the hostess of this house.

The feeling was very subtle, as if there was an invisible warm current that brought them together, filling the whole house with soft love, or to be more precise, the smell of home.

It is undeniable that only Han Qingyue can give him this wonderful feeling.

Without Han Qingyue, he felt completely empty. He had never thought that he would be so attached to someone.

He was about to come to Huangshan to oversee a construction project, as arranged by his father, and would be stationed there for a while. He bought this house, decorated in warm colors, hoping to feel at home. But living alone in this several hundred square meter house, his heart seemed to grow colder.

At this moment, nothing had changed. The only difference was that Han Qingyue appeared in his once empty home.

This once again proves the saying that home is where there is love. Without love, his life is all darkness.

Zhou Chenyu's eyes were fixed on Han Qingyue's back. Suddenly, he wanted to stand up and walk over, hug her tightly from behind, and then tell her, "He likes her and wants her to be the mistress of this family."

(End of this chapter)