It was a call from Si Yanli.
Tang Wu glanced at the time.
It was already midnight.
Why was he calling her so late?
Tang Wu didn't want to answer, so she simply turned off her phone.
Burying her face in the quilt, she prepared to go back to sleep, but then the doorbell rang.
Whatever sleepiness remained in her mind completely dissipated.
Was there still a work arrangement this late at night?
Huffing with annoyance, Tang Wu climbed out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.
She thought it would be Si Yanli, but surprisingly, it was Xu Zhou.
Holding a bag of medicine, Xu Zhou looked at Tang Wu apologetically. "Miss Tang, the Vice President drank too much. His stomach is acting up, and the pain is so bad he's breaking out in a cold sweat. But when I tried to give him his medicine, he refused to take it. He just kept calling your name."
Tang Wu's heart skipped an uncontrollable beat.
Why was he calling her name?
Even if he were to call a woman's name, it should be Lin Qianxue.
Xu Zhou handed the medicine to Tang Wu, saying with deep apology, "I'm really sorry to disturb your rest so late, but the Vice President is in a critical state. Could I trouble you to come over?"
Tang Wu did not refuse.
She really was hopeless; every time Si Yanli felt even the slightest bit unwell, she would come running without hesitation.
It was just too hard to ignore him and leave him be.
Si Yanli was staying in a suite on the floor above her and Sister Yao's room.
Tang Wu took the medicine and her room card, and headed up to the suite upstairs.
Si Yanli was leaning back against the sofa. He had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing a white shirt and a business vest. His tie was loosened, making him look less strict and meticulous than usual, exuding a hint of lazy untamed charm.
He had taken off his glasses and his eyes were closed, looking as if he were asleep.
Even from a distance, Tang Wu could smell the alcohol on him.
Did he drink a lot more after she left?
After pouring a glass of warm water, Tang Wu walked over to the sofa.
She looked at the man's sleeping face. Without his glasses to obscure it, his profile looked even more handsome, aloof, and remarkably aristocratic.
She couldn't understand his heart. If he liked Lin Qianxue, why didn't he bring her along today?
Even if he had made Lin Qianxue his female companion, that client wouldn't have noticed!
Tang Wu bit her lower lip with her fine white teeth, feeling a bit lost and uncertain in her heart.
Every time she reminded herself to stay away from this man, it seemed as if some invisible thread in the dark kept pulling them together.
Perhaps only when they divorced would they truly have no more interaction!
Tang Wu set down the water glass and was just about to nudge the man awake to take his medicine when he woke up on his own.
The corners of his eyes were tinged with red, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol.
Before Tang Wu could look away, their gazes collided.
The living room instantly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
For a moment, it seemed there was nothing but the sound of their varying, shallow breaths.
The man slowly sat up straight from his leaning position, his phoenix eyes turning dark and profound as he looked at her.
Tang Wu withdrew her gaze from him, picked up the glass of warm water from the coffee table, and handed it to him. "Xu Zhou said your stomach hurts."
His face was indeed a little pale, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead.
He seemed a bit thirsty. Licking his thin lips, he took the water and drank more than half of it.
Tang Wu then handed him the medicine.
The man took it and swallowed the pills.
Seeing that even after drinking so much, he still maintained his aristocratic demeanor and wasn't making a fuss, Tang Wu felt much more at ease.
She prepared to turn and leave.
But the next second, her slender, fair wrist was firmly grasped by the man's long, warm hand.
Tang Wu's breath hitched.
She tried to pull her hand back, but the man held on tight and refused to let go.
Tang Wu's heartbeat, which had just managed to calm down, began to race uncontrollably again.
She found that the harder she struggled, the tighter his grip became.
A silent confrontation unfolded in the quiet space.
Tang Wu glared back at him, her clean and radiant little face showing signs of flustered anger. "Si Yanli, what are you doing?"
Throwing a drunken fit so late at night?
Did he mistake her for someone else?
Her delicate brows knitted tightly, and the look she shot the man seemed ready to spit fire. "I am Tang Wu, not the person you like!"
The moment her words fell, her slender body was pulled right into the man's embrace.
Caught off guard, Tang Wu tumbled unexpectedly onto the man.
Her hands instinctively braced against his chest. Even through the fabric of his clothes, she could clearly feel his well-defined pectoral muscles.
His legs were spread open, and as she lay on top of him, their bodies were pressed tightly together.
It was incredibly intimate and ambiguous.
Tang Wu's breathing grew heavier.
"Si Yanli, what exactly are you trying to do... Mmph!"
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
As their lips met, Tang Wu's mind went blank for a moment.
Her slender body went completely stiff.
The man's crisp scent, mixed with the aroma of red wine, invaded her senses and her breath.
Unlike that fleeting peck they shared back at the Ba Tribe, this time, his kiss was heavy and forceful, prying open her lips and teeth—
A buzzing sound seemed to fill Tang Wu's ears, and she lost all ability to think or react.
The man's long, powerful arms, his heavy and crisp breathing, and his fierce, domineering deep kiss sent her heart racing wildly out of control.
In her heart, she felt a mix of sweetness and confusion, along with panic and helplessness.
She was terrified that this was merely a dream.
And that after waking up, he would still brush his teeth a dozen times in disgust.
She was even more afraid of the strange look he might give her once he sobered up.
She kept reminding herself not to sink into it.
Otherwise, desire would become a boundless, deep ocean that would ruthlessly swallow her whole.
Summoning all her strength, Tang Wu forcefully shoved the man away.
Because he was drunk, under her desperate resistance, the man's body uncontrollably fell back onto the sofa.
Tang Wu scrambled off him in a panic.
Both of them were still panting slightly.
Feeling both ashamed and furious, Tang Wu grabbed the half-empty glass of water from the coffee table and aggressively splashed it onto his face.
The man on the sofa seemed to sober up a fraction.
He raised his long, knuckle-defined fingers and wiped the water droplets from his face.
Those pitch-black phoenix eyes, like a midnight sky, looked at her with bottomless depth.
Tang Wu's beautiful eyes reddened as she met his gaze. "Si Yanli, look closely. I am not Lin Qianxue!"
With that said, she didn't spare him another glance and quickly ran toward the suite's door.
She must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to come over and take care of him. To be humiliated by him again for no reason—she really brought this upon herself!
In the future, even if his stomachache flared up and he died of pain, it would be none of her business.
Just as Tang Wu's fingertips touched the doorknob, in the split second before she could pull the door open, the man from the sofa caught up to her.
His long, pristine hand slammed against the doorframe, pushing the door that she had just cracked open firmly shut again.
Before Tang Wu could even react, her slender body was spun around by his other hand.
He lowered his head, pinched her chin with his fingers, and leaned in to kiss her once more.
