Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

"Well……"

Lin Qian opened her eyes wide, placed her hands in front of him, and twisted her body uneasily, trying to push him away.

But he pinned her to the sofa, unable to move an inch.

Lu Beiting still had the whiskey in his mouth from earlier, which he hadn't swallowed, and he was now slowly feeding it to her.

The mellow wine, accompanied by his scalding heat, was arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable.

A mixture of male oppression and aggression enveloped her entire body.

Lin Qian was forced to swallow the wine; the spicy liquid burned her throat.

She couldn't breathe, coughed twice, and pushed Lu Beiting away. "Cough cough, Lu Beiting...you, you need to calm down!"

"I am very calm."

Lu Beiting's low, husky voice reached his ears, carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Lin Qian, you don't regret it, but I do."

Lu Beiting leaned down, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling. "I shouldn't have agreed to break up."

Lin Qian turned her face away, avoiding his burning and direct gaze. "But you agreed that day, and you even told me never to appear in front of you again."

"Answer one last question, and I'll let you go."

Lu Beiting cupped her face, forcing her to look him in the eye, "Why did you suddenly break up with me back then?"

Lin Qian lowered her eyelashes, a hint of sadness and grief flashing in her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Lu Beiting, it's been three years. Let bygones be bygones..."

She no longer wanted to recall those hurtful memories, those nights filled with countless tears. Why tear off the mask again?

After Lin Qian left, the private room became empty, filled only with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and a messy card table.

Lu Beiting wearily tilted his head back, leaned against the sofa, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Her words echoed repeatedly in my mind.

—"I said, I have never regretted it."

"Lu Beiting, it's been three years. Let bygones be bygones..."

—"I already have a boyfriend."

Lu Beiting sneered and brought the wine glass to his lips again.

He lived for over twenty years.

For the first time, I felt like my left and right hemispheres were fighting each other.

On one hand, they despise themselves for being despicable and shameless, but on the other hand, they can't help but chase after them.

He, Lu Beiting, is like a complete idiot.

The phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence of the room.

Xiao Si's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, Brother Lu?"

"roll."

Xiao Si comforted him, "I'm your love strategist, I just wanted to ask a bit of gossip, what's the progress between you and your ex-girlfriend?"

"No progress." Lu Beiting coldly uttered four words.

You could practically feel Xiao Si scratching his head in frustration even through the screen:

"Why did you break up? Why don't you go and ask her again? If this isn't resolved, I don't think you two can get back together."

"Look for her?" Lu Beiting's gaze grew even colder. "If I were to actively seek her out again, I'd be a dog."

-

On the deserted street, the sycamore leaves rustled, casting dappled, swaying shadows.

The location here is rather remote, making it difficult to hail a taxi.

Lin Qian, clinging to her remaining sanity, walked alone by the roadside, facing the cold wind, trying to clear her mind.

The alcohol is taking effect.

Lin Qian's steps began to falter, and her legs felt weak.

She knew perfectly well that she had drunk a bit too much tonight and couldn't stay any longer.

Given her alcohol tolerance, she was no longer able to remain completely calm and sober, and couldn't imagine what would happen next when she was alone with Lu Beiting.

She had slept with Lu Beiting while drunk, and then clung to him like a female hooligan.

We can't just stick it on again this time.

Lin Qian squatted by the roadside, took out her phone, dialed Lin Yize's number, and asked him to come pick her up.

But she didn't know that the call was never made.

Moreover, she was holding her phone upside down.

Not far away, a black Bentley slowly drove up and eventually stopped at the side of the road.

Lu Beiting sat in the back seat, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

"Mr. Lu, Miss Lin is still squatting in front and hasn't moved," Assistant Gao reported in a low voice.

Lu Beiting: "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore what was happening in front of him, his face radiating indifference.

Something seemed to be struggling intensely in his mind, churning and aching every nerve.

"Drive, don't worry about her."

As a working-class person, Assistant Gao had no choice but to follow orders.

Sigh, young people, if you like someone, just go for it. Why suffer for the sake of saving face?

The luxury car slowly moved forward again.

Not long after.

"parking."

Lu Beiting opened his eyes, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he pushed open the car door and rushed out.

Assistant Gao: "..." Just as I thought.

Lin Qian was drunk and her eyes were blurry, but she remained quiet, neither crying nor making a fuss.

Just squat there without moving.

Suddenly, a strong, muscular arm swept across her waist.

Lin Qian exclaimed in surprise as he scooped her up from the ground.

Lu Beiting gritted his teeth, "Lin Qian, I really have no way to deal with you."

Lin Qian saw the person who had arrived and slowly opened her eyes wide: "Lin Yize? You... how come you have Lu Beiting's face?"

Lu Beiting narrowed his eyes. "What, you don't like his face?"

"dislike."

"Um?"

Lin Qian said in a muffled voice, "I don't like seeing his face, and I don't want to see him."

"Then who do you like?" Lu Beiting's chest tightened with suppressed anger. "You like your college student boyfriend's face? Is he really that good-looking, even better-looking than me?"

Lin Qian didn't know what he was muttering, so she simply kept quiet.

But in Lu Beiting's eyes, this was a tacit admission.

"Fine, you're really something." He laughed in exasperation, grabbed Lin Qian by the waist, and forcefully lifted her up and shoved her into the back seat of the car.

"Drive her back to the entrance of her residential compound."

Assistant Gao said "okay" and raised the barrier on his own.

"Wait a minute," Lu Beiting called out to him, "Go buy some roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes from the roadside first."

He heard her stomach growling with hunger.

"……OK."

Inside the car, Lin Qian sat quietly on the leather seat.

She slowly reached out and touched Lu Beiting's fingers.

Lu Beiting opened his eyes and stared at her expressionlessly. "What are you going to do?"

"Can I hug you?" Lin Qian asked softly, being incredibly obedient.

Lu Beiting's gaze fell on her slightly open collar, and he sneered, "No, I don't want to."

"Oh, never mind then." After being rejected, Lin Qian turned her head and faced the car window.

Two minutes passed, and she still didn't move.

He's a drunkard with a terrible temper, and he really won't talk to anyone anymore.

Lu Beiting, his face grim, pulled her back abruptly. "Didn't you say you wanted a hug?"

"I don't want to hug you anymore." Lin Qian tried to break free from his grip.

Lu Beiting suppressed his anger and took a deep breath. In an instant, he grabbed Lin Qian by the back of her neck, lifted her up in front of him, and forced her to sit in his lap.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Lin Qian lost her balance, cried out in surprise, and reached out to try and grab something.

Without any hesitation, her hand landed between his legs.

The woman's shallow breaths, so light and gentle, lingered around him, like feathers teasing his senses.

Lu Beiting's throat bobbed, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

His body stiffened almost imperceptibly, his muscles tensing instantly.

"Where are you touching?"

Lin Qian looked at him with teary eyes, her face blank: "I didn't."

They still say no.

But her innocent appearance only made people want to bully her even more.

Lu Beiting's temples throbbed with rage. Feeling that restless little hand, a fire instantly ignited in his chest, burning brighter and brighter, making him increasingly agitated.

Finally, all the frustration came together and almost overwhelmed his reason and self-control.

"Lin Qian, I advise you not to mess with me tonight."

He gritted his teeth, his voice extremely low, each word carrying a warning, "Otherwise, you won't be getting out of bed tomorrow or the day after."