6 – Target Spotted
Shu Yang followed the direction Yu Tian had left in, weaving unsteadily after her.
A quarter of an hour later, Shu Yang realized she was lost. She hadn’t found Yu Tian—instead, she’d gotten herself lost.
She wanted to call Yu Tian, but Yu Tian’s phone and bag were both in her own hands.
Shu Yang felt like she was done for. She was feeling worse and worse, and the craving inside her was growing stronger and stronger. She was about to lose control. The insides of her thighs must be bruised by now—she couldn’t bear to torment herself any longer.
The only option now was to find a man to help her out of her current predicament.
Between desire and reason, Shu Yang compromised.
Forcing down her discomfort, Shu Yang slowly searched the crowd for a target. Even though she was in such a sorry state, she didn’t want to settle for just anyone. At the very least, she had to find a man who was easy on the eyes—someone far better than Su Zixuan.
Shu Yang admitted she was being stubborn, even in her current dangerous situation.
She searched and searched but found no one satisfactory.
She couldn’t help wondering—were her standards too high?
Shu Yang decided to lower her standards a bit. Finding someone passable, someone who could measure up to Su Zixuan, would be enough. That was her bottom line—she couldn’t go any lower.
Having finished searching this area, she planned to look in another direction. The moment she turned around, a tall, slender figure in the distance instantly caught her eye.
Brown, slightly wavy hair, a white short-sleeved shirt, light blue jeans, white sneakers—a tall man over one point eight meters, with a long, lean build. Though she couldn’t see his face, Shu Yang felt certain he couldn’t be bad-looking.
Shu Yang’s heart leaped with joy. Heaven never seals off all exits—the heavens really did take pity on her. Wasn’t this quality man up ahead exactly the person she’d been searching for?
Excited, Shu Yang stumbled after the man.
Just as the man was about to step out of the bar’s door, Shu Yang finally caught up with him.
All Shu Yang wanted now was to grab hold of him. He was simply walking too fast—those long legs of his were no joke.
She had no time to worry about anything else. The discomfort in her body was severe; the drug had taken effect a while ago, and she was afraid that if she delayed any longer, someone might actually die.
For the sake of her own life, she’d just have to trouble the man before her!
“Handsome, I need a favor from you!” Shu Yang stepped forward and grabbed the man’s arm, trying her best to smile naturally.
Even smiling now caused her unbearable pain.
Lu Beicheng had come to the bar today to deliver documents to his eldest brother, Lu Dongzhan.
His brother was a strange one too—negotiating a business deal with a client in a bar, of all places.
Worst of all, he had specifically named Lu Beicheng to deliver the contract. His brother’s word was law for now, so Lu Beicheng had quit his half-finished game, endured his teammates’ furious flak, and resignedly come to deliver the documents.
Now that the documents were delivered, he could go home and get back to gaming.
Lu Beicheng was thoroughly annoyed when Shu Yang grabbed his arm. He was just about to see which clueless person dared to block his path.
But when he turned his head, he was stunned by the sight of Shu Yang—hazy eyes, flushed cheeks.
The moment Shu Yang touched Lu Beicheng’s arm, she unconsciously wanted to move closer to him—and she did exactly that. The man’s body was deliciously cool to the touch. She wanted to lean in even closer.
Shu Yang inched closer along Lu Beicheng’s arm, breathing in his fresh, clean scent, and then her body tipped sideways and she collapsed into his arms.
Lu Beicheng: “…?” Have I just been scammed by a faker?
Lu Beicheng looked down at the woman collapsed in his arms, momentarily at a loss for what to do!
He freed one hand and gave Shu Yang a push, but she didn’t wake up. Instead, she let out a couple of uncomfortable whimpers, and her arms wound around his neck along his sleeves.
Lu Beicheng: “…”
Lu Beicheng, rarely, blushed. His whole body went stiff, unsure of what to do.
The usually wild and untamed young man was, for once, a little lost—this was the first time he’d ever encountered a situation like this.
If a man had collapsed into his arms, he would have thrown him out without hesitation. But the person in his arms was a woman—and a rather good-looking one at that.
Lu Beicheng glanced at Shu Yang’s fair, bare arms exposed to the air, and his blush deepened.
What was worse, the woman in his arms was restless, rubbing against him here and groping there from time to time, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed.
No matter how arrogant Lu Beicheng usually was, right now he was somewhat at a loss.
The Lu family had strict upbringing from childhood—the children weren’t allowed to fool around before they were engaged. Though he had a sharp tongue, he had never run into a situation like this.
Lu Beicheng steeled himself, planning to hand the woman in his arms over to the security guards standing nearby watching the show. After all, this was their turf, and the woman hadn’t left the bar, so she should be their responsibility.
He turned his gaze toward the two guards standing on either side of the entrance, but the two guards, who had just been eagerly watching the spectacle, now tacitly turned their heads away, staring straight ahead without so much as a glance at him.
Lu Beicheng flared up instantly and was about to go argue with them.
“Don’t go!” A pair of soft, boneless little hands grabbed his arm, murmuring quietly.
Lu Beicheng: “…”
Damn it, what the hell was going on? Lu Beicheng cursed furiously in his heart.
In the end, Lu Beicheng carried Shu Yang out of the bar.
Standing outside the bar, a cool breeze blew past, and Lu Beicheng sobered up a little.
He looked at the restless woman in his arms and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
How had he lost his mind just now? What was he supposed to do now, with this woman he didn’t even know?
Judging by her completely unconscious state, she had clearly drunk too much.
Smelling the strong scent of alcohol coming from Shu Yang, Lu Beicheng turned his head away in disgust.
After much deliberation, Lu Beicheng decided to find a hotel to settle the woman in his arms.
Looking at the woman who, even in her sleep, refused to let go of him, Lu Beicheng gave up on the idea of driving himself. He hailed a taxi and gave the name of the Junhao Hotel.
The driver was a man in his forties, who seemed to take the scene in stride.
Driving around, he often encountered girls who had drunk too much being taken to hotels by their “boyfriends.”
But seeing how good-looking this young man was, and unlike those other men he’d seen before, he figured maybe he had guessed wrong.
“Is this your girlfriend?” the driver asked with a probing smile.
Lu Beicheng froze at the question, then, once it registered, replied unhappily:
“No!”
The driver was good at reading people. Seeing that Lu Beicheng didn’t want to talk, he tactfully shut his mouth.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi arrived at the entrance of the Junhao Hotel, a hotel owned by Lu Corporation. Lu Beicheng figured that coming to his own family’s hotel would make it easier to arrange for someone to look after this woman, dead drunk as she was.
After paying the fare, Lu Beicheng struggled to carry Shu Yang out of the car.
But Shu Yang wasn’t cooperating at all. She seemed even more drunk than before, and she started pulling at her own clothes, startling Lu Beicheng so much that he quickly grabbed her wandering hands.