Zhou Suisui looked up at him, her little mouth drawing into a wronged pout.
“Brother Yan, your car hit me, and you’re actually accusing me of faking an accident? It hurts so much~~ I can’t get up… Could my leg be broken?”
Jiang Zongyan’s gaze swept over her soaked clothes and muddy skirt hem. She looked like a filthy little kitten.
He raised a hand and rubbed his brow. “Tell me. What do you want this time?”
“A hug.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Zhou Suisui caught sight of the ordinary Volkswagen parked across the road. She opened her arms toward Jiang Zongyan, her coquettish intent perfectly clear.
Jiang Zongyan’s temples throbbed. He stood in front of her without moving. “What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll never get up.”
“…”
The two of them faced off for several seconds.
Jiang Zongyan cast a cold glance at the Volkswagen across the road.
In the end, he was the one who gave in.
He stepped forward, bent down, and scooped Zhou Suisui up from the ground in his arms.
“Brother Yan, you’re so nice! Is this the legendary princess carry?”
Zhou Suisui blinked her lively, mischievous eyes. Taking advantage of the situation, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
She pressed her entire body against him without the slightest hint of restraint.
The girl’s sweet fragrance rushed into his senses. Jiang Zongyan’s body stiffened slightly.
“Should I take you home?”
The man’s expression was darker than the night, and an overwhelming pressure radiated from him.
“I’m not going home.”
Zhou Suisui immediately tightened her arms around his neck and rubbed her head against the crook of his neck, as though afraid he might abandon her.
“My clothes are all wet. Take me to a hotel so I can change. I’ve been weak since I was little—I’ll catch a cold.”
Looking at her shamelessly acting spoiled in his arms, Jiang Zongyan couldn’t see the slightest sign that her leg hurt or that she couldn’t stand.
But when he saw her drenched clothes and the tip of her nose reddened by the cold, he let out a soft sigh.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to leave her there. Carrying her, he got into the car.
“Wait, Brother Yan. I have my lunchbox too.” Zhou Suisui squirmed around on his lap.
Jiang Zongyan immediately held her down. With a cold expression, he instructed the driver, “Bring her lunchbox. We’re going to the Oriental Supreme.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
The driver hurriedly picked up the lunchbox and glanced at the two of them embracing each other, his eyes filled with confusion.
Since when had Young Master and Miss Zhou started dating?
The car slowly drove away.
Not far away, at the corner of the street, A-Biao and A-Ling stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.
“What happened? Why are they leaving? The Young Miss even acted spoiled and demanded that Young Master Jiang carry her before she’d get up?”
His brain was practically overheating.
A-Ling shot him a glare. “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and drive after them.”
Before long, several cars pulled over by the roadside one after another.
A-Biao and A-Ling watched as Jiang Zongyan carried Zhou Suisui out of the car and walked straight into the hotel without even looking back.
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions changing drastically. They hurriedly took out their phones.
The moment the call connected, A-Biao anxiously shouted, “CEO Zhou, something terrible has happened! Young Master Jiang carried the Young Miss into the Supreme Hotel!”
At that moment.
Inside Su Wan’s apartment, the warm yellow light from the floor lamp cast a soft glow over the room, making the atmosphere especially intimate.
Zhou Sui’an sat on the edge of the bed.
Su Wan nestled against him, her eyes swollen and red from crying.
Tears dropped one after another, and even her shoulders trembled with each sob.
“Stop crying. If you keep this up, are you trying to take my life?” Zhou Sui’an fumbled for tissues and wiped her tears.
Su Wan had been pretending to be ill before, but now she really was sick.
She weakly caught hold of his hand and looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, beginning to play the victim.
“Sui’an, my parents divorced when I was very young. They both started new families, and neither of them wanted me. My mother treated me like a burden and dumped me on my uncle. In this world, apart from my uncle, my cousin is the only person who has ever truly treated me well…”
She trembled all over as she cried, looking utterly pitiful.
Zhou Sui’an had lost his parents at the age of ten. He and his three-year-old sister had depended on each other ever since, so he understood better than anyone what it was like to long for a family.
Seeing Su Wan cry so miserably, his heart instantly filled with pity.
“I know my cousin made a mistake, but he was only confused for a moment…”
Seeing his expression begin to soften, Su Wan cried even more pitifully.
“My uncle and aunt are getting old, and their health isn’t good. What if they become seriously ill from the shock? Then I really won’t have a family left… Sui’an, I truly don’t know what to do.”
By the time she finished speaking, her body went limp, and she fell into Zhou Sui’an’s arms.
Her arms lightly encircled his waist, and she pressed her cheek against his chest, sobbing with trembling breaths.
With a soft, fragrant beauty in his arms, Zhou Sui’an’s body became unnaturally rigid.
In an instant, even his breathing grew hurried.
His movements stiff, he raised a hand and gently patted her back.
“Don’t cry. I’m here. From now on, I’ll be your family.”
Su Wan’s heart gave a little jolt.
She couldn’t help rolling her eyes in his arms.
Who wanted to be his family?
Was that what she wanted to hear?
Shouldn’t he have immediately said that he would help rescue her cousin?
Su Wan’s eyes shifted.
It seemed she had no choice but to use her trump card.
“Sui’an…”
Su Wan lifted her head and gazed at him through her tears.
She had just cried hard, leaving the corners of her eyes tinged with an alluring redness.
Tears still clung to her long lashes, and the tip of her nose was flushed.
Her usually pure face now carried a fragile, seductive charm. Her warm breath brushed lightly against Zhou Sui’an’s chin.
Her fingertips glided gently across Zhou Sui’an’s chest before moving upward. She hooked them into the collar of his shirt and tugged lightly, drawing him closer.
In an instant, the distance between them narrowed until their noses were almost touching.
Zhou Sui’an frowned. His back stiffened, and he instinctively leaned away, creating some distance between them.
“Sui’an…”
Su Wan’s voice was as soft as cotton, carrying a seductive, breathy quality. Her eyes were damp as she looked at him, the implication unmistakable.
“Don’t leave tonight. Stay and keep me company, all right?”
Zhou Sui’an’s brows drew together even more tightly.
“Sui’an, kiss me.”
As she spoke, Su Wan closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling slightly.
Zhou Sui’an’s mind exploded with a roar. He instinctively pushed her away.
“No!”
Su Wan was completely stunned. Even the fake tears on her face came to a halt.
She looked at him, deeply wounded. “Why? Zhou Sui’an, you treat me so well, but you never let things go any further. Why?”
“Su Wan, we’re not married yet.”
“Zhou Sui’an, do you live in ancient times? Why are you so old-fashioned?”
“Su Wan, my feelings for you aren’t…”
Zhou Sui’an stood beside the bed, his youthful features marked by an earnest frown. “Besides, you’re a girl. You should respect yourself.”
“Ha!”
Su Wan let out a scornful laugh.
What an excuse.
It was simply because he was impotent.
She had observed him for a long time. No matter how much she tempted him, he never reacted to her in the slightest.
Suddenly, a loud ringtone cut through the awkward atmosphere.
“Sorry, I need to take this.”
The tension in the room was broken.
Zhou Sui’an turned and walked aside. When he saw that the call was from A-Ling, he answered at once.
A-Ling’s anxious voice came through the phone. “CEO Zhou, something terrible has happened! Young Master Jiang carried the Young Miss into the Supreme Hotel.”
“What?!”
Boom!
Zhou Sui’an’s expression changed drastically. All the blood in his body seemed to rush straight to his head.
He grabbed the coat beside him and strode toward the door.
“Stop her.”
“We can’t! There’s no way to stop her—Young Master Jiang carried her inside himself.”
Zhou Sui'an’s face turned livid. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, “Bastard! How dare he bully my sister? Jiang Zongyan, I’ll kill you! Keep watching them! I’ll be there right away!”
Su Wan watched as Zhou Sui'an reached the door. Shocked and furious, she shouted at his retreating back, “Zhou Sui'an, what do you mean? You’re just going to leave me here?”
Zhou Sui'an stopped and glanced back at her, his eyes filled with guilt.
“Sorry, Wanwan. I’ll call a doctor for you.”
With that, he turned and strode away, leaving behind the heavy bang of the closing door.
Zhou Sui'an left without looking back.
The apartment instantly fell silent, leaving Su Wan standing stiffly by herself.
The weakness and coquettishness on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by humiliation, fury, and embarrassment.
She had thrown away all her dignity and taken the initiative to throw herself at him.
Yet because of one phone call, he had actually abandoned her and left?!
Zhou Suisui!
It was Zhou Suisui again!
A raging fire shot from the soles of Su Wan’s feet straight to the top of her head. Her delicate face twisted viciously as she raised her hand and swept the water glass off the coffee table.
The glass shattered, sending hot water splashing across the floor.
“Zhou Suisui, you filthy bitch!”
Su Wan gritted her teeth, forcing each word out through clenched teeth. Her eyes were filled with poisonous murderous intent.
“You’ve ruined my plans time and time again! I won’t let you off!”
Breathing heavily, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
The moment the call connected, she lowered her voice, the viciousness in her tone practically spilling over.
“Go keep an eye on Zhou Suisui! I don’t care what methods you use—find out exactly where she is and what she’s doing with Jiang Zongyan! Find an opportunity. I want to ruin that little bitch’s reputation and make her life worse than death!”
Meanwhile, at the Supreme Hotel, inside the presidential suite on the top floor—
Jiang Zongyan opened the door, adjusted the temperature in the room with one hand, and prepared to set Zhou Suisui down.
But Zhou Suisui clung tightly to his neck and refused to let go. With a nasal whine of discontent, she scrunched up her face and began acting spoiled.
“Brother Yan, my dress is all wet. It’s sticking to me and feels awful. I want to take a shower.”
Jiang Zongyan suppressed the urge to throw her off him and carried her toward the bathroom.
“Get down.”
Jiang Zongyan placed her on the clean counter in the washroom, his expression slightly dark.
“I don’t want to…”
“Sit still.”
“…”
Meeting his murderous gaze, Zhou Suisui pouted. Like a wronged little wife, she quieted down obediently.
Jiang Zongyan tugged at his tie and reached out to turn on the hot-water faucet.
The spacious bathroom fell silent. Only the rushing sound of water remained, unusually clear in the quiet.
Before long, the bathtub was filled with warm water.
Jiang Zongyan reached out to test the temperature. Then he lifted his eyes to glance at Zhou Suisui, who had unusually quieted down, and his tone softened despite himself.
“Come here.”
