Thinking someone had fallen, she rushed over to help.
“Miss, should I call an ambulance?” Zhong Wanqiu’s voice trembled with worry, aiming to make readers feel her concern and sense of responsibility.
“Ah…” A woman’s scream erupted, and what met Wanqiu’s eyes was a scene that appeared chaotic but was actually just one woman in disarray.
Before her, Leng Muxun was impeccably dressed from head to toe, his shirt and trousers elegant without even a single wrinkle. However, one of his hands was placed on the chest of the woman in front of him – the position of his hand was truly… truly… inappropriate for children…
“Ah… ah… ah…” Zhong Wanqiu’s scream reflected her shock and helplessness, helping readers connect with her emotional turmoil.
This was happening in broad daylight, inside an office building.
Her face flushed and heart pounding, Wanqiu’s frantic escape aimed to make readers feel her inner conflict and distress.
With one quick step, he caught up to her, grabbing her by her long hair, the roughness making her scalp tingle painfully, and her body tensed in shock. “Woman, stop right there,” he commanded, his voice cold and commanding.
It hurt, really hurt. Zhong Wanqiu had no choice but to stop her frantic escape, being dragged before him like a chick.
Head bowed, she didn’t dare look at the man and woman before her, as if she were the one who had been half-naked in the stairwell rather than that woman.
“Let… let me go,” she whispered, her face flushing with embarrassment and her mind racing with the vivid image that haunted her, making her heart pound even more.
It was the first time she had seen such an intimate scene between a man and a woman.
“It’s you?” He seemed surprised to see her, as if he hadn’t expected it to be her. “Ah, I remember now – aren’t you called Zhong Wanqiu?” Leng Muxun’s gaze flickered as he looked at her, as if suddenly remembering something.
“Yes, yes, I’m Zhong Wanqiu. Please let me go.”
Leng Muxun finally released her, but showed no trace of embarrassment. Instead, he asked casually, “What are you doing here?”
“I… I want you to take responsibility for me.” After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to whisper the words with difficulty.
“Take responsibility for what?”
“Last night, didn’t you… didn’t you…” Her brain began to feel oxygen-deprived, and she didn’t know how to continue.
“You threw up all over me because you drank too much, Zhong Wanqiu. You’re the one who should take responsibility. You need to compensate me for my clothes. Don’t think just because I paid for your hotel room, you can recklessly cling to me. You can check – the name registered for the room was yours.”
“I… I…” Zhong Wanqiu grew confused, understanding less and less of what he was saying.
“I told you, I’m never short of women around me. I’ve seen plenty of tricks from women trying various methods to cling to me. But look, have any of them succeeded? Zhong Wanqiu, don’t even think about it.”
“I… I’m not trying to cling to you. It’s just that I… I…”
“You’re not going to pester me?” Raising an eyebrow, Leng Muxun crossed his arms and looked down at her condescendingly. “If that’s the case, you may leave. I don’t want to see you again.” After speaking, Leng Muxun stepped past her and headed straight toward his office.