Perplexed, misunderstanding

  Tonight is the Double Seventh Festival, he and Li Xiaotong were supposed to go on vacation in Bali, but he ended up getting drunk and running to the company. What happened? Did he have a fight with Li Xiaotong and came to drown his sorrows? But that doesn't seem like his style. In the past, when I was angry with him and didn't want to see him, he would directly go to school, pester me until I gave in, and even take me to his rented house to "conquer" me, leaving me feeling embarrassed but ultimately reconciling with him.

  Ling Yuqian knew she should call Li Xiaotong, but in the end, she didn't make this phone call.

  It's a rare opportunity, she doesn't want to lose it, she thinks this should be the heavenly Weaving Maiden who heard her prayers and made arrangements with kindness, so she must cherish and grasp it.

  She thoroughly deleted him from her contact list and even turned off her phone, refocusing her gaze on He Yu. Her bright eyes were filled with emotions and longing as she stared at him, quietly accompanying him, reminiscing about the good times they had together.

  She also went to his desk and took out a pencil and paper, drawing his captivating sleeping face on the paper. After finishing, she gazed carefully, her beautiful eyes moving back and forth between the portrait and his real person, the lingering pain temporarily dissipating, her heart filled with joy and sweetness. Gradually, she leaned forward, pressing her face against his sturdy bare chest, entranced by the clear shape and lines of the muscles on top.

  She was very sleepy and wanted to sleep, but considering that this was his office, she was worried that if she fell asleep too deeply, she would be discovered by him or others, so she didn't dare close her eyes at all, continuing to rely on beautiful memories to support and persevere, like this until dawn.

  Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the darkness outside gradually turned into a silvery white. In Ling Yu's eyes, a reluctance to part with him slowly rose up. She wished that time could stand still forever, but she was also very clear that this was impossible. So she had no choice but to cherish the limited time they had left and continue to gaze at him for a while longer.

  Half the night had passed, she thought his intoxication was slowly fading away, and so would his consciousness. Therefore, she could no longer gaze at him as freely as she did last night, nor could she caress his face; she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

  After an unknown period of time, a sound suddenly came from outside the door. Ling Yuqian was startled awake and rushed to the edge of the door. Through the small gap in the door, she saw someone wiping the table and chair.

  She is an aunt who is a cleaning worker.

  Her heart suddenly tightened, her fingers unconsciously clenched, and her slightly flustered eyes closely followed the cleaning aunt's moving body. When the cleaning aunt entered the tea room, she also hurriedly opened the door to leave, quickly and quietly leaving the entire manager's office.

  She was too flustered and worried about being discovered, so she didn't even glance at He Yu who was still sleeping, nor did she remember... the portrait she had painted last night which was left in its original place.

  The sky outside continued to brighten up, and the people who were hungover finally woke up.

  He Furrowed his brow, slowly opening his eyes, the deep pupils still showed signs of a hangover, and the headache was unbearable. He hurriedly raised his hand to rub his temples, after a while, when he felt a bit better, he began to move his legs to get out of bed, but suddenly found that an A4 paper had quietly slipped over his leg and landed on the carpet beside him, with a few strands of hair stuck to it, fine and black, standing out against the white paper.

  His eyebrows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again as he hesitated and reached out his hand to pick up a strand of hair. He looked at it thoughtfully, feeling its softness between his fingers. A little later, he picked up the paper and saw the portrait inside. His straight back suddenly stiffened, and some fragments rushed into his mind, one after another, from vague to clear.

  According to the plan, he was supposed to fly with Tongtong to Bali Island the day before yesterday. However, Tongtong suddenly had diarrhea and a cold, which was quite serious, so the trip had to be cancelled.

  Last night, he had dinner at home as usual. During the meal, his elder brother constantly made sarcastic remarks about him, first on personal matters and then on official business. In front of more than 20 people in the family, he was arrogant and did not know how to restrain himself, putting on a big-brother-teaching-little-brother attitude. He could only swallow his anger for the sake of his grandfather and for his future plans. After dinner, he rushed out of the house, drove alone to a bar, got drunk, and planned to spend the night at the company. Unexpectedly, he ran into her!

  Qixi Festival, what a romantic day, she hid in the company, why? He remembered that there were no special tasks to be busy with recently, at least not to the point of overtime.

  Zhen Feng and Xiao Yifan? Why didn't you invite her out? Is it that she intentionally stayed in the company, intentionally...

  As he thought of this, He Wei's mind once again floated up the scene of last night's wildness. The beautiful face was red and delicate, with a dazed and drunken expression, the sound of her soft moans stirred his heartstrings, especially... that bold and provocative figure, the whole person was simply a little demon incarnate, completely different from her usual pure and reserved demeanor, just thinking about it was enough to drive someone crazy. If this charming and seductive side of hers was for her lover or husband, that would be normal, and absolutely thrilling; however, the relationship between him and her was that of superior and subordinate.

  She was once fired by her previous company for refusing to accompany sleep, and she also specifically mentioned not accompanying sleep during the interview. Also, that day, what she said to Li Xiaojun.

  "Hmph, didn't she say she wasn't interested in him? Why did she do that last night? Could it be that everything before was just a facade, a trap? Was she actually plotting to seduce him all along? And was he rough with her last night because he was angry about the way she yelled at Li Xiaoyun that day? Or maybe he saw through her scheme and wanted to punish her? What if, at the critical moment, he hadn't held back but had really taken her? Would she have been given an opportunity to cry, make a fuss, and threaten him?"

  At this thought, He Wei's eyes narrowed and his face darkened with a thin layer of anger. The handsome face suddenly sank, and the portrait in his hand was suddenly flung back to the ground, this time not silently, but bringing up a strong gust of angry wind.

  Just then, the office door was pushed open and a tall figure walked in. It was Chi Zhenfeng, who had been beaming with joy and humming a tune, his eyes gleaming with excitement. However, when he took in the scene before him, he was suddenly shocked into stillness.