Hard work after winning the lottery

The gold lettering on the address card stung her eyes in the dim light of the corridor.

Jing'an District, Yunding Tianxi, top floor of Block A.

That was the most luxurious residential area in Jiangcheng, a place she could only look up at from the subway window.

And now, she's going to take that man who lives high in the clouds home.

Reason told her that this was just work.

Emotions, however, are like wild horses running rampant in my chest.

The man beside her sank heavily down again, pulling her back to reality.

His weight is both sweet and a burden.

Hua Yun gritted her teeth and almost dragged, half-carried, half-carried Zhou Yanjin toward the elevator.

Fortunately, his personal driver, Lao Chen, was already waiting in the underground parking garage.

Seeing the two of them like this, the experienced Old Chen didn't ask any questions and immediately stepped forward to lend a hand.

"Ms. Hua, thank you for your hard work."

His voice was steady, carrying a reassuring power.

Hua Yun says, "It's not hard work..."

Hua Yun's voice trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion or something else, it was unclear.

With their combined efforts, the two managed to squeeze the almost completely unconscious Zhou Yanjin into the spacious back seat of the Maybach.

The car door slammed shut.

It isolated it from everything outside.

It also cut off all her escape routes.

Inside the carriage, the space suddenly became cramped and confined.

The cool scent of premium leather, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and the crisp aroma of cedarwood emanating from Zhou Yanjin, weaves an invisible net that completely envelops Hua Yun.

She sat awkwardly on the other side, her body taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Zhou Yanjin leaned back in her chair, her head tilted to one side.

Her usually meticulously combed black hair was now disheveled, hanging down her forehead and obscuring her always sharp and deep eyes.

His breathing was heavy, and his chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

It felt like a mix of irritability and discomfort.

He unconsciously raised his hand and frantically ripped open the tie binding his neck.

He pulled the black silk tie loose, leaving it hanging around his collar.

The top two buttons of the shirt had been undone at some point.

Her delicate and sexy Adam's apple, her smooth neck, and a small patch of fair and firm chest skin were exposed to Hua Yun's eyes without any defense.

She could even see the clearly defined outline of her collarbone.

Fragile.

And incredibly sexy.

Hua Yun's breath suddenly stopped.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly, contracting and trembling violently.

"Miss Hua, where are you going?"

Old Chen, in the driver's seat, asked through the rearview mirror.

Hua Yun snapped back to her senses, her face burning as if she had done something wrong.

She hurriedly lowered her head, looked at the business card in her hand, and recited the address in a dry, unfamiliar voice.

"Cloud Top The Grand, Block A"

Her tongue was trembling as she uttered those words.

Old Chen responded, and the Maybach smoothly drove out of the underground parking garage, merging into the dazzling flow of traffic in the city.

The neon lights outside the car window rushed past, leaving behind streaks of mesmerizing light and shadow, like Van Gogh's starry night.

Inside the car, all that could be heard was Zhou Yanjin's heavy breathing.

And then there was her own heart, pounding like a drum, each beat louder than the last.

During the drive, Zhou Yanjin seemed to be quite drunk, her brows furrowed tightly, and her thin lips pressed into a pale line.

He let out a suppressed, low groan.

The sound was like a feather, gently yet precisely tickling Hua Yun's heart.

She reacted almost instinctively, her body acting before her brain.

She moved closer and carefully reached out her hand, trying to straighten his head so he could lean back more comfortably.

My fingertips inevitably touched the warm skin on the side of his neck.

Delicate, yet with a scalding temperature.

Hua Yun recoiled as if struck by lightning, pulling her hand back with lightning speed.

But the burning sensation seemed to be branded onto her fingertips, spreading all the way and burning into her heart.

Looking at his furrowed brows, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out again, using all the tenderness she could muster, and gently rested his head against the other side of the seat.

After doing all this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She leaned back in her original position, panting heavily.

Alcohol, at this moment, finally unleashed its most terrifying power.

It doesn't numb the nerves, but rather amplifies all the repressed emotions.

Three hundred and ninety-five days of looking up.

Every time we brushed past each other in the corridor, I couldn't look them in the eye.

Every time I heard his calm and composed speech at a meeting, my heart would quietly race.

Every time I worked overtime late at night and saw the light still on in his office, I felt a small, humble, and proud sense of joy.

Those names that she carefully hid in her diary, writing them down and crossing them out, crossing them out and rewriting them.

Zhou Yanjin.

Zhou Yanjin.

At this moment, the owner of this name is right beside her.

within reach.

She greedily traced his face inch by inch with her gaze.

A high, straight nose, tightly pursed thin lips, and a sharply defined jawline.

The face that had appeared in her dreams countless times was now right in front of her. Gone was the usual aloofness and indifference; only exhaustion and vulnerability remained after she had let down her guard.

Hua Yun felt that she was drunk too.

He was completely drunk.

Otherwise, how could she have conceived such a rebellious idea?

I want to... get a little closer.

The strings of reason, under the dual fermentation of alcohol and emotion, were stretched to their limits, one by one.

It emits a dangerous, threatening buzzing sound.

Soon, the Cloud Top Heavenly Seal arrived.

After parking the car, driver Lao Chen helped Zhou Yanjin up to the private elevator again.

"Miss Hua, I'll stop here."

The elevator doors opened, and Old Chen placed Zhou Yanjin's arm in Hua Yun's hand, nodding slightly.

"Mr. Zhou's fingerprint can unlock the door."

"The rest... I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, Old Chen turned around, pressed the down button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

The mirror-like elevator doors reflected the figures of Hua Yun and Zhou Yanjin leaning on each other.

"Click".

The elevator doors closed completely.

The driver left.

In this spacious and luxurious apartment building, it seemed as if only the two of them remained.

Hua Yun helped Zhou Yanjin up and, following Lao Chen's instructions, grabbed his finger and pressed it onto the fingerprint scanner on the door lock.

"Beep—Verification successful."

A cold, mechanical female voice rang out.

The heavy solid wood door opened with a click.

A scent that blends a faint woody fragrance with the cool air wafts towards you.

The apartment was very large, so large that it felt empty.

The entryway light is sensor-activated, automatically illuminating a warm yellow glow.

Hua Yun dragged Zhou Yanjin along, staggering into the entrance hall.

She closed the door behind her.

"Bang."

That soft sound, like the final toll of a bell, shattered all her connections with the outside world.

This huge, luxurious private space belongs only to Zhou Yanjin.

All that remained was him, drunk and hazy.

And her consciousness was gradually and completely dominated by alcohol and emotions.

Hua Yun no longer had the strength to help him to the bedroom.

She practically threw him onto the huge leather sofa in the living room.

Zhou Yanjin's tall body sank into the soft sofa, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He seemed to be lucid for a moment, or perhaps not.

He squinted, his thin lips moved, and he mumbled something.

"……water……"

The voice was too soft and too indistinct, like a dream.

Hua Yun didn't hear clearly.

She leaned down, wanting to listen more carefully.

"Mr. Zhou, what did you say?"

He did not answer.

She simply turned over, lay on her side, resting her cheek on her arm, and seemed to fall asleep again.

The central air conditioning in the room was silently blowing warm air.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway wasn't bright, carrying an indescribable ambiguity.

silence.

In the utter silence, only the man's steady breathing and her own heart pounding in her chest could be heard.

The silence, the lights, the ambiguous atmosphere...

It became the final straw that broke Hua Yun's rationality.

She stood there, motionless, staring at the man on the sofa.

I watched it for a very long time.

It was as if they wanted to etch his current appearance into their own soul.

Then, slowly, very slowly, she squatted down.

Her knees slammed heavily onto the cold, smooth marble floor.