Lin Shu approached holding a wine glass, her smile bright and captivating, yet a coldness lurked in the depths of her eyes.
She affectionately looped an arm over Su Qianqian's shoulder. "Qianqian, what are you doing spacing out here? Have a drink."
A pale pink cocktail was pressed into Su Qianqian's hand.
"Miss Lin, I don't drink..." Su Qianqian refused softly, her voice gentle and delicate.
"Oh, it's just fruit wine, very low alcohol. Give it a try." Lin Shu's tone brooked no refusal.
Unable to push it away, and seeing Lin Shu's face begin to darken, Su Qianqian thought that since the glass had been taken randomly from a waiter's tray, it should be fine. Reluctantly, she took a small sip.
A clear sweetness with a hint of spiciness slid down her throat. She didn't see the triumphant, cold smirk that flashed at the corner of Lin Shu's mouth.
A mere assistant, yet astonishingly beautiful—Lin Shu found it utterly disgusting. But thinking she might have some use, she had kept her around.
Tonight, she planned to gift Su Qianqian to the investor who had been coveting her. With this girl's looks, the investor would surely be satisfied and would stop harassing her.
Before long, Su Qianqian began to feel dizzy and weak all over, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural redness.
She steadied herself against a nearby column, her breathing growing slightly rapid. A bad premonition rose in her heart.
She had been watching Lin Shu the whole time; that glass shouldn't have been tampered with.
Before she could figure it out, a portly middle-aged man approached with a beaming smile—it was General Manager Liu, the investor who had been pestering Lin Shu.
"Not feeling well, little beauty? Let me help you to a room upstairs to rest?" His hand boldly encircled Su Qianqian's slender waist.
"No need..." Su Qianqian struggled to stay clear-headed, trying to break free, but her body was limp with weakness. She was practically half-dragged, half-carried towards the elevator.
The elevator doors dinged open. General Manager Liu, holding her, stepped inside.
With her last ounce of strength, Su Qianqian gave a fierce push, broke free, and stumbled out, running.
After just a few steps, she collided with a man's solid chest. Panicked, she looked up and met a pair of deep, arrogant phoenix eyes.
The man was very tall, dressed in a shirt and suit pants, his posture erect, his aura imposing.
It was Gu Chengyu.
He was looking down slightly, his expression impassive, at the little thing that had crashed into his arms.
"Save me..." Su Qianqian, frantic and terrified, her mind racing, made a decision.
Clutching him like a lifeline, her slender, pale fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt. Her voice carried a sob, soft and seductive, yet pitifully weak.
"Please..."
Gu Chengyu had actually come tonight to see Lin Shu, intending to give the woman playing hard-to-get a way out, and incidentally win a bet.
Everyone knew his purpose, so naturally, no one dared to push another woman at him at this juncture.
Unexpectedly, an unforeseen little thing had thrown herself into his arms.
He looked down at the girl in his arms.
Her delicate, snow-white face was flushed with an unnatural redness, her watery eyes dazed, panicked like a fawn chased by a hunter—achingly pure yet enticingly alluring.
Gu Chengyu's Adam's apple bobbed.
He had seen countless beauties, but at this moment, he was somewhat spellbound.
General Manager Liu chased out, saw Gu Chengyu, and immediately broke into a cold sweat. "Young Master Gu, this is my girlfriend. She's not feeling well, I was just about to take her home..."
Gu Chengyu didn't even lift his eyelids, uttering only one cold word: "Scram."
General Manager Liu, terrified, immediately shrunk back into the elevator, cast a regretful glance at Su Qianqian, and quickly closed the doors.
Gu Chengyu's gaze remained fixed on Su Qianqian's face.
She seemed to relax slightly, but the drug and alcohol fully took effect. She went limp against his chest, her breath even carrying a sweet, cloying scent as she murmured softly, "Hot... so uncomfortable..."
Gu Chengyu wrapped an arm around that impossibly slender waist and scooped her up into his arms.
All thoughts of reconciling with Lin Shu tonight for the sake of the bet were instantly flung to the far corners of his mind.
"Young Master Gu, your appointment with Miss Lin..." his assistant behind him inquired in a low voice.
"Let her wait." Gu Chengyu's voice was indifferent. Holding the soft, delicate figure in his arms, he strode directly towards the private elevator, which went straight to the presidential suite on the top floor.
Kicking the bedroom door open, he placed her on the soft, large bed.
Su Qianqian sank into the dark sheets, making her skin appear even more luminous like jade. Her skirt rode up, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs.
She stirred restlessly, a strap slipping off her shoulder, exposing her delicate collarbone and snowy skin.
Gu Chengyu stood by the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze dark and fixed on her.
This girl was simply born to be his undoing.
Every unconscious movement, every faint whimper, held a fatal allure.
Since he wanted her, he would follow his desire.
He leaned down, pinched her chin, and kissed those moist, crimson lips.
Softer, sweeter than he had imagined.
"Mmm..." Su Qianqian's small hands pushed against his chest.
This feeble resistance only stirred a stronger desire to conquer in Gu Chengyu. He easily captured her two slender wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked in a low, husky voice near her ear.
Su Qianqian looked at him with dazed, watery eyes, shook her head, then nodded, her voice soft and melting. "My savior..."
Gu Chengyu gave a low chuckle, his kiss descending again, telling her indistinctly, "Soon, I won't be your savior anymore, but the man you can't forget."
The lights were bright, and she was simply too beautiful.
Her snow-tender body, her exquisite curves, the slender waist and long legs—every part beautiful, every part alluring.
And he drew back again, standing by the bed, undoing the remaining belt...
The man's tall, sturdy frame, his taut abdominal muscles, the lines of muscle in his legs hinting at powerful strength.
A stark, extreme contrast of hardness and softness.
...!
Su Qianqian furrowed her fine brows, tears rolling down. "It hurts..."
Gu Chengyu lowered his head to kiss away her tears, coaxing patiently. "Be good, it'll feel better soon."
He had indeed lost his usual composure.
With other women, he was always in complete control, but this little siren had utterly bewitched him.
Gradually, the ambiguous sounds grew more and more...
The night was still long. When it was finally over,
Gu Chengyu looked at the girl in his arms, her eyes closed, breathing heavily. On her snow-white, delicate face, tear stains still lingered at the corners of her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful.
He was deeply satisfied.
As for Lin Shu, who was still waiting for him?
Temporarily captivated by beauty, he didn't remember her at all.
