Bai Yunxia was drunk.
She never expected her alcohol tolerance to be…
One-shot drunk!
Her head was spinning, her face burning hot.
Clutching her purse, Bai Yunxia discreetly slipped away from the boisterous crowd.
Han Shu had failed before even confessing his feelings. Though heartbroken, his attention was still drawn to Bai Yunxia. Seeing her stumbling out, he followed, worried she might get into trouble.
The restaurant was too noisy—a spacious venue accommodating hundreds for the party, complete with speakers. A few people were singing together, the volume so loud it felt like eardrums might burst.
Once Bai Yunxia reached the parking garage downstairs, it was somewhat quieter. She took out her phone and video-called Mo Yanzhou.
He answered, his handsome yet aloof face appearing on the screen, a trace of weariness in his eyes—though the slightly tipsy Bai Yunxia didn’t notice.
“Husband, my head hurts so much. Can you come pick me up?”
“You’ve been drinking.”
Mo Yanzhou’s voice was as cold as ice.
“Today is my graduation ceremony—a class reunion. I only had one drink, I swear! Just one! I’ve never had alcohol before, so I didn’t know my tolerance was this bad~” Leaning against the car, Bai Yunxia’s fair cheeks were flushed crimson, her gaze hazy and unfocused. “Husband~”
Mo Yanzhou leisurely loosened his tie. He suddenly felt a pang of irritation, recalling how Bai Yunxia had cautiously asked him earlier if he could accompany her to the graduation ceremony.
He had refused.
Did she drink to drown her sorrows because of his rejection?
That was indeed his responsibility.
“Address.”
Still so detached.
But the fact that Mo Yanzhou was willing to come pick her up was good news.
After ending the video call, Bai Yunxia sent the address to Mo Yanzhou.
Her head was still spinning, and the warm night breeze made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
She opened the car door and was about to get in when she heard someone call her name.
Glancing back at Han Shu, she still settled into the car.
She started the engine and turned on the air conditioning. The moment the cool air blew out, it felt like a lifesaver.
So comfortable~
Han Shu stood by the driver’s side. “I overheard—you called that person ‘husband.'”
“Yes, I’m married.” Bai Yunxia tilted her head back, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with a smile. “It was too crowded earlier, so I didn’t mention that I’m married.”
“Who is he? Why so sudden? Is he good to you?”
Han Shu was full of questions.
Not only did Bai Yunxia have an innocent appearance, but she was also a pampered young lady who had never been in a relationship—her understanding of love was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
He had been waiting until graduation to confess his feelings.
Never did he expect Bai Yunxia to already be married.
“He’s quite good. You heard—my husband is coming to pick me up soon.” Bai Yunxia leaned back lazily, pressing the back of her hand against her warm cheek.
How could one drink make her this intoxicated? Her mind was clear, but her head throbbed, and everything seemed to spin. Plus, her mouth was so dry—she really wanted water.
Han Shu fell silent, standing obediently by her side, quietly keeping Bai Yunxia company as she waited.
Upstairs, the festivities continued, but the parking garage was unusually quiet.
Until a Maybach pulled in, and a tall, handsome man stepped out.
Dressed in a simple white shirt with the top two buttons undone, his hair impeccably styled, even in the dim lighting of the parking garage, his every movement exuded an air of noble elegance.
Mo Yanzhou, radiating a powerful aura, walked toward him.
Could this person be Bai Yunxia’s husband?
He didn’t seem like it.
Mo Yanzhou’s cool, indifferent gaze briefly swept over Han Shu’s face before settling on Bai Yunxia in the driver’s seat.
Did she really only have one drink?
Why was her little face so flushed?
He leaned in, reached inside, and turned off the engine. The car’s restless noise instantly ceased.
“Husband~”
Bai Yunxia clung to Mo Yanzhou’s arm, refusing to let go. “Husband, hold me~”
With a cold expression, Mo Yanzhou wrapped one arm around her slender back while the other slid beneath her knees, lifting her out of the car. He then raised his leg and used his knee to shut the car door.
His movements were fluid and seamless, but he still noticed the nearly wilted flowers scattered across the back seat.
Did that brat by the car give them to her?
“Classmate, thank you for keeping her company while waiting for me. You may go enjoy yourself now.” Mo Yanzhou maintained proper courtesy.
Han Shu’s eyes dimmed, his throat too dry to speak.
Bai Yunxia hadn’t lied to him—she was truly married.
Though he didn’t recognize the handsome, noble man before him, his intuition told him this was an exceptional, formidable figure not to be trifled with.
If they had a good relationship, he could surely protect Bai Yunxia.
Yet Mo Yanzhou gave off an aura of cold detachment, an unapproachable pride that felt almost inhuman.
Han Shu forced an “Mm” from his throat and stood dumbly in place, watching them leave.
Bai Yunxia had long forgotten Han Shu’s presence by the car. Her small head nestled against Mo Yanzhou’s broad chest. Tonight, he carried a crisp, clean scent, while her own smelled rather mixed.
Comfortably wrapping her arms around Mo Yanzhou’s neck, she nuzzled her head against his chest and pressed her nose to his shirt, inhaling his scent. “Husband’s embrace feels so nice~”
“Stop fidgeting.”
Mo Yanzhou’s voice was hushed, barely audible to just the two of them.
She wasn’t fidgeting.
She was just nuzzling his chest, not any other place.
Mo Yanzhou placed her inside the car, got in himself, and the driver soon drove off.
Inside the car, Bai Yunxia remained restless. She climbed onto Mo Yanzhou’s lap, sitting face-to-face with him. Her warm breath brushed his cheeks as her soft fingertips rested on his shoulders. “You just got back from a business trip and had to pick me up. Aren’t you tired? Let me massage your shoulders, okay?”
“I’m really good at it. I used to massage my dad often—he has old shoulders.”
Without waiting for Mo Yanzhou’s refusal, her hands began kneading his shoulders.
This massage posture was too peculiar. The woman’s delicate fragrance wafted into Mo Yanzhou’s senses, and the alluring view before him flickered subtly, soft and supple, occasionally brushing against him.
Since their last lingering kiss, this was their first meeting, and the direction was already turning precarious.
“Stop massaging.”
Mo Yanzhou spoke up.
His voice carried a hoarseness neither of them noticed.
Bai Yunxia deflated like a balloon, her head drooping onto his shoulder. “So tired~”
“If you’re tired, sleep.”
“Can’t sleep, my head hurts…” Bai Yunxia pressed her cheek against his neck, her lips faintly grazing his skin. “I feel awful~ Husband, I think I’m breaking down.”
A strange, tingling itch spread across his skin. Mo Yanzhou clenched his fist. “You only had one drink. You’ll feel better after some sleep.”
“I’m not feeling well, my throat is dry and I want some water.” Bai Yunxia’s lips trailed up along his neck, her voice soft and moist with a seductive lilt, “Darling, do you have any water for me?”