Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 232: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddhist Son Dotes on His Wife 32

"He calls you Ruanruan, so I can call you that as well," Zhou Mingyu hooked his finger, smiling at her. "He really likes you and even wants to confess his feelings to you."

"You’re drunk," Su Zhiruan said, using busyness to mask her panic, but as she placed the wine bottle on the ground, she thought to herself, why should she be flustered?

"If you say I’m drunk, then I must be drunk," Zhou Mingyu replied lightly, his gaze sideway, his sleeves rolled up revealing the graceful curve of his wrist, a mechanical watch ticking on his wrist. "He’s drunk and can confess his love to you. So what can I do when I’m drunk?"

"You say you’re drunk, but do you have any proof?" Su Zhiruan teased him deliberately, leaning closer, "A truly drunk person couldn’t speak so logically, Mr. Zhou, then you..."

"Since that’s the case, then I won’t speak anymore," he suddenly broke into a smile, like a fox spirit that had cultivated for a thousand years, so captivating and soul-stirring, "Then let’s see if you can feel it, my Ruanruan..."

His words trailed off mid-sentence, at the very last moment, his voice disappeared amongst their mingling breaths.

"Someone is here!" Su Zhiruan broke free.

She hadn’t expected him to be so bold.

Song Lianqing was sitting opposite them, and beside them, her father had fallen asleep. It was still in the Su Family’s home, and even her mother might come down at any moment.

"I am jealous."

Zhou Mingyu just held her still, and after a kiss, he released Su Zhiruan, looking into her eyes and said quietly.

Jealous?

Coming straight from the mouth of Zhou Mingyu.

"Why are you jealous?" Su Zhiruan looked at the young Master Song opposite them who was fast asleep. "Because of him?"

"Yes," Zhou Mingyu lowered his eyes.

Perhaps it was also the effect of the alcohol. Although he was quite a drinker, he really wanted to confess his true feelings to Su Zhiruan. He was jealous, and it bothered him.

"If I had arrived later, the one confessing today might have been him. You’ve been childhood friends, and naturally, your feelings run deeper," Zhou Mingyu said gloomily, then turning towards Su Zhiruan’s father, "Uncle and Aunt probably prefer him more, a childhood friend who grew up before their eyes, naturally more suitable to be their son-in-law."

After Su Zhiruan heard this, she even felt that the man in front of her was now drowning in a sea of vinegar! Every word he spoke felt like green tea.

This was Su Zhiruan’s genuine thought at the moment.

Though absurd, this really happened!

The usually cold and detached Crown Prince of the Beijing circle, now with his eyes reddish, imploringly looked at her sourly.

The contrast was too great, like a dream.

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"Shall I take you to rest?" Su Zhiruan tentatively asked. "Sleeping it off might make you feel better by tomorrow."

"Okay," the man nodded obediently.

Su Zhiruan helped him up the stairs. Zhou Mingyu, not fully sober but more compliant while intoxicated, followed her instructions to step up or ascend the stairs meticulously.

Her bedroom was on the second floor, with guest rooms to the left and right, the one closest to the stairwell becoming her target.

Su Zhiruan pushed open the door and helped Zhou Mingyu inside.

The guest room was dark, lit only by the moonlight, crisp and clear, shining in front of the window.

The three men had been drinking for a long time, and now it was nine in the evening.

Su Zhiruan fetched a blanket from the closet, just about to get Zhou Mingyu settled in for rest.

But at that moment—

Zhou Mingyu, who usually appeared indifferent as if detached from the mundane world and rumored to keep away from women, knelt on one knee at the corner of the bed. His overwhelming presence made her fall back onto the unfurled blanket.

"Zhou Mingyu!" she stretched out her hand, trying to push him away.

This was in the Su Family home! Her parents were also there!

But Zhou Mingyu’s eyes at that moment held an intense aggression. Seizing her outstretched hand, Zhou Mingyu kissed her, sealing the lips that wanted to continue speaking.

His fingers kept moving downward, lifting up the hem of her clothes until they finally trailed up along her waist.

The disparity in strength between men and women, coupled with Zhou Mingyu’s daily exercise routine, meant he was not weak.

The person beneath him was fragrant and soft, and she was the one he loved—something no normal man could refuse, Zhou Mingyu included.

In an instant, he unhooked her clothes and removed the underwire.

Then he touched her back.

The night was deep.

Even the moonlight seemed obscured, the room pitch dark, amplifying every tiny sound.

After Su Zhiruan stepped out of the room with unsteady steps, she suddenly felt she had made a wrong decision.

She should have let him, Song Lianqing, and her father just collapse right at the dining table!!

Zhou Mingyu didn’t go all the way, but aside from that, he had done quite a bit already.

On the surface, this man was a Prince of the Beijing circle, a Buddha’s child in the Human World, the pure and abstinent eldest son of a distinguished family.

But just now, she realized, this man was clearly a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Covering the hickeys on her neck, she found two band-aids and stuck them on—the lighter ones she covered with foundation, and for the darker ones, impenetrable to cover-ups, she used a bandage.

After doing all this, she then prepared to go to bed.

*

The next morning came early.

Zhou Mingyu was accustomed to waking up early, even if he had been drinking, but his biological clock still told him it was time to wake up.

After sitting up, yesterday’s fragmented memories gradually came back to him. Looking at the mess on the floor, he pondered for a moment before he got up and cleaned the guest room.

Mr. and Mrs. Su had also had their share of drinks, and they hadn’t gotten up yet. As for Song Lianqing, he had vanished early in the morning.

Thinking it best to let Su Zhiruan sleep a little longer, Zhou Mingyu left directly.

He got into the car, and seeing him arrive, the driver quickly sat up, "Mr. Zhou! Why didn’t you come out yesterday?"

"I stayed overnight," Zhou Mingyu said and then opened a flood of new emails on his tablet. After quickly scanning through them, he turned off the tablet and tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose, "Head back to the Capital Suburb first, push all my morning appointments."

"Right away, Mr. Zhou." The driver carefully noted every word.

He was not just a driver but also a secretary; when Zhou Mingyu gave the instructions here, he would relay them back to the company.

After finishing, the driver drove off swiftly.

*

In the following days, Su Zhiruan’s life passed relatively leisurely—shopping with Miss Mu and Miss Jiang, chatting with Zhou Mingyu on WeChat, and explaining to her parents how she really met Zhou Mingyu...

On that day, as Su Zhiruan walked on the street, she inadvertently saw Jiang Beiyu, who she hadn’t seen for several days. He was accompanied by a woman who looked about fifty, with streaks of black and white in her hair, her body stooped, and a calculating gleam occasionally flashing in her eyes.

"You fool, the child is gone, and so is the money you nearly had! Well, that turned out great!" The woman slapped Jiang Beiyu and hissed at him.