Volume 1, Chapter 45: I Will Brew You a Hangover Tea

Fu Yunzhen’s expression was dark and shadowed. He stared intently at Qiao Nian’an, waiting for her to notice him.

Her gaze slowly lifted, meeting his deep, hawk-like black eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, as if caught red-handed like a model student who had done something wrong.

Fu Yunzhen sat down on the bed, hands pressed on either side, his body leaning back slightly. His piercing gaze never wavered from her.

Qiao Nian’an was utterly unprepared to run into Fu Yunzhen here.

Both were harboring their own secrets at this moment.

He had just sent her home, yet the person who should have been asleep was now at the Galaxy Club.

Meanwhile, he, who ought to have gone home, was instead in the presidential suite of the Galaxy Club.

“Why are you still coming to places like this?” Fu Yunzhen’s face darkened.

He came here, and the club’s manager would stop at nothing to send women to his room to please him.

But none of those women were Qiao Nian’an, and he found no interest in them.

Just now, seeing a voluptuous figure, his body betrayed him in ways it shouldn’t have.

It was the first time he felt a reaction that he deemed a betrayal to Qiao Nian’an.

He was deeply frustrated at that moment.

When the woman spoke, his defenses broke.

It turned out that his body didn’t respond to other women—it only reacted to her.

It had become a muscle memory.

For her, it was a physiological fondness.

To ease the awkwardness, Qiao Nian’an braced herself and said, “Mr. Fu, I’ll go prepare some sobering tea for you now.”

She felt like she was going to die from bad luck.

How was it that she ended up running into Fu Yunzhen here?

Why wasn’t he at home sleeping as he should be? Why come to a place like this to sleep?

Men’s words couldn’t be trusted.

One moment, he said he had endured for six years, and the next, he was at the Galaxy Club.

Men who stayed overnight at places like this—what kind of decent people were they?

They were only here to resolve certain issues, weren’t they?

Men’s mouths were nothing but deceiving devils.

Indeed, this was a timeless truth.

Fu Yunzhen did need a cup of sobering tea at this moment.

After sending her home, he came to the club.

He even ordered a bottle of rare imported liquor kept here.

He poured himself a glass while showering and drank it.

When Qiao Nian’an brought him the sobering tea, she said, “Mr. Fu, the sobering tea is ready. Please drink slowly.”

Fu Yunzhen looked at the tea she held out—a purple clay cup cradled delicately by her slender, fair fingers.

She offered it to him with utmost respect.

His sharp gaze scrutinized her from head to toe.

Qiao Nian’an held the cup, but he showed no intention of taking it.

Being examined like a suspect made her uncomfortable all over.

Was this man insane?

With so many luxurious hotels in the capital, why insist on the Galaxy Club for a room?

He must have too much money and nowhere to spend it.

Moreover, the top floor of the Galaxy Club was a special floor.

Once he checked in, the club would go all out to please him.

That included sending women to his suite.

The moment Qiao Nian’an saw it was Fu Yunzhen, she wanted to leave.

But remembering that Sister Hong’s future depended on tonight’s decision, she couldn’t let her lose her job.

She had no choice but to stay and keep her composure.

“Mr. Fu, don’t you like sobering tea?” she asked, her arms starting to ache.

“If you don’t want to drink it, I’ll just pour it back into the pot.”

As she spoke, she began to retract her hand, ready to pour the tea away.

Unexpectedly, when she straightened up, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The purple clay cup in her hand slipped and spilled.

“Ah...” Qiao Nian’an gasped softly, feeling dizzy.

When she recovered, she found herself sitting on the man’s lap.

Fu Yunzhen stared unblinking at the flustered woman before him.

Just as she tried to get up, he tightened his grip, pulling her slender waist closer against him.

A faint haze softened the sharp lines of his handsome face.

“Tell me, dressed like this, how do you intend to serve distinguished guests?”

Qiao Nian’an was stunned.

How could he ask such a thing?

This room was for special services.

Whenever guests had special requests, the exclusive butler of the presidential suite was obliged to fulfill them.

Darkness clouded Fu Yunzhen’s eyes.

“Have you served so many that men over twenty-five don’t even register with you?”

Terrible!

Qiao Nian’an cursed inwardly.

She had spoken offhandedly, and now he caught her red-handed.

It made her private life seem scandalously loose.

She was utterly speechless.

But she chose not to explain to him.

It was pointless.

And unnecessary.

“Mr. Fu, you’re overthinking. We provide strictly professional services,” Qiao Nian’an said calmly, making her voice sound normal.

“Oh, really? Then come try it. Am I one of those men over twenty-five who can only have a chat?”

Sitting on his lap, she listened to his words, cheeks burning with a delicate flush, her tender lips parting slightly.

“Fu Yunzhen!”

He parted his thin lips lightly.

“Say it louder.”

Qiao Nian’an tried to push him away, but the man’s strength was overwhelming.

He restrained her completely; she was unable to move.

Her wrist, caught in his grip, reddened with slight effort.

Men were truly base by nature.

Regardless of age, looks, or status, they all loved cheating behind women’s backs!

And after cheating, they could still pretend to be deeply affectionate.

Yet Fu Yunzhen relished holding her captive in his arms.

The more she struggled, the more he enjoyed it silently.

Qiao Nian’an was no match for him.

The disparity in strength left her obediently like fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

His large hand gripped her slender waist, and she sat astride his lap, legs parted.

Though separated by fabric and a bath towel, their body heat was palpable.

Her eyes reddened with distress, yet she remained motionless on his lap.

The pose was excessively intimate... so intimate...