Wen Ying felt dizzy. At first, she thought it was just because she had drunk too much, so she left the banquet hall intending to rest in the lounge.
It wasn’t until her body grew increasingly hot that she gradually realized something was wrong.
Her hand froze on the door handle of the lounge as Wen Ying suddenly recalled the dreams she had been having these past few days.
In her dreams, she was the foolish and dramatic fiancée of the male lead in a novel.
Out of jealousy toward the pure and innocent female lead, she would scheme against her in all sorts of senseless ways, loving the male lead with a frantic intensity. To win him over, she even went so far as to drug him, trying to force a consummation.
She also drugged the female lead, intending to find a few people to ruin her.
In the end, the female lead got lucky and didn’t drink the spiked wine, while Wen Ying suffered the consequences herself.
At the same time, this had facilitated the romance of the male and female leads, successfully paving the way for their relationship.
Back then, Wen Ying found it ridiculous and didn’t take it seriously at all.
She was already Fu Tingchuan’s fiancée—why would she need to drug him and force a sexual encounter?
This was modern times; was it really expected that once slept with, one must take responsibility?
Even if nothing happened, she and Fu Tingchuan were still engaged. He would eventually marry her, so why go out of her way?
Drugging Lin Shiwei was even stranger.
Was she really that bored? Why would she do such disgusting things?
But now, with all the strange sensations in her body, Wen Ying connected all the dots.
If she opened that door, she might be heading straight toward an irredeemable situation.
She didn’t dare take the risk.
Letting go of the door handle, she decisively turned away.
Her body grew hotter and her mind hazier; she knew that if this continued, she would be finished.
Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see a tall, handsome figure opening the door of another lounge.
The man had a high, straight nose framed by gold-rimmed glasses, fair skin, and well-defined features, looking refined and elegant.
It had to be him.
Wen Ying didn’t have time to think further. She staggered toward the door just before it closed, managed to wedge it open, and slipped inside.
She threw herself into the man’s arms, clutching his waist tightly.
“Wen Ying?”
The man’s eyes beneath his glasses lowered slightly as he looked at the woman who had suddenly thrown herself into his embrace. His clear, pleasant voice carried a hint of surprise.
Wen Ying pressed her flushed cheeks against his chest, and upon hearing his voice, slowly lifted her head.
Her gaze, still hazy, took in the man’s features, and she realized he was a familiar face.
In this situation, worrying about familiarities was irrelevant.
Gu Qingyu was handsome and an excellent choice—sleeping with him wouldn’t be a loss.
“Drunk?”
His voice was cool and indifferent as he tried to push her away.
But the woman in his arms clung like an octopus, her hands wandering boldly.
Gu Qingyu caught her hands as she tried to undo his clothes, warning, “Wen Ying, I’m not Fu Tingchuan, you have the wrong person.”
But Wen Ying didn’t care at all.
With her hands restrained, she pressed her body fully against him, wriggling, nuzzling his neck, her movements desperate.
Warm, heavy breaths fell upon him as she panted, impatient: “Just whoever you are, help me.”
Her voice carried a soft, seductive edge, slightly hoarse and enticing.
Gu Qingyu was about to remind her that this was inappropriate when a sharp pain bit his neck.
“Ss—”
The woman in his arms first squirmed like a pig, then bit him like a dog.
Her soft, red lips pressed against his again, the warm breath sending shivers down his spine.
Gu Qingyu’s throat went dry, his Adam’s apple rolling as he forcefully pushed her away.
Seeing the flushed, attractive face above him, the slightly upturned phoenix eyes captivating, Gu Qingyu began to understand the situation.
He seriously suggested, “Given your condition, you should get to a hospital quickly.”
Faced with such a beautiful woman throwing herself at him, he could still be serious. Wen Ying found this even more interesting.
Originally, she just wanted any man who looked decent.
And Gu Qingyu fit the bill perfectly.
She thought that by now Fu Tingchuan was probably already with Lin Shiwei.
If he could cheat on her, why couldn’t she give him a taste of his own medicine?
And she would make sure he got a crown of his own, one put on by his own friend.
“You’re a doctor, right?”
The implication was clear—if he was here, why go to a hospital?
Gu Qingyu spread his hands helplessly, “I don’t have the medicine here.”
“Don’t play dumb. Are you going to help me or not?”
Wen Ying grew impatient, breaking free from his hold and pushing him onto the bed.
She straddled him, her soft hands roaming without restraint, sending shivers wherever they landed.
The man’s breath grew ragged, though he still protested, “This isn’t appropriate.”
Wen Ying sat on his waist, impatiently pulling his tie: “Cut the nonsense. Can you or not?”
No man could resist being cornered on the bed and challenged like this.
Looking up at the woman above him, her stunning face, glistening red lips, half-undone dress, and snow-white skin radiating allure in the light, Gu Qingyu felt a fire flare inside him.
His eyes darkened, his throat tight, his voice low and husky: “Don’t regret this.”
Wen Ying said nothing further, her soft hands pushing aside his suit jacket.
Gu Qingyu no longer resisted her bold actions, flipping her onto the bed, removing his gold-rimmed glasses, his fingers brushing her neck as he leaned down to kiss her.
…
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently falling on the woman sleeping on the bed. Her eyelashes twitched slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
A clear, pleasant voice reached her: “Awake?”
The man sat neatly on the sofa, fully dressed, the cold, composed demeanor of someone who seemed entirely different from the one who had been reckless with her last night.
Wen Ying sat up, still feeling slightly unwell, but otherwise clean and refreshed.
Last night, she was too exhausted to do anything but sleep. She vaguely remembered that he had carried her to the bathroom to clean up.
A doctor’s attention to detail and care was undeniable, very considerate, and attentive to a woman’s post-encounter feelings—truly a perfect lover.
“Any discomfort?”
He approached, handing her a glass of warm water.
Wen Ying took a sip, then shook her head: “No.”
She asked, “What time is it now?”
“Ten o’clock.”
Gu Qingyu’s gaze swept over her face before he said, “Fu Tingchuan has been looking for you all night.”
“Oh, really?”
Wen Ying had once been very satisfied with her fiancée and had genuinely liked him, but ever since that woman appeared, her feelings had faded.
Knowing the content of the book, Wen Ying felt even more indifferent toward him.
Seeing her indifferent expression, Gu Qingyu smirked, “Shall I send you back?”
The banquet had been held at a hotel, with people coming and going. He even wanted to leave with her and accompany her?
Wen Ying was surprised: “Aren’t you afraid Fu Tingchuan will see?”
Gu Qingyu countered, “Isn’t that inevitable?”
He felt no fear.
Having already acted, Gu Qingyu had no regrets, and Fu Tingchuan didn’t like Wen Ying as a fiancée anyway.
They were bound to break off their engagement.
Wen Ying, on the other hand, was interesting. People said she loved Fu Tingchuan madly and wouldn’t look at anyone else, yet now it didn’t seem like it.
Since he wasn’t afraid, she didn’t care either.
She got up to change into the clothes Gu Qingyu had prepared for her.
A red long dress, flattering her complexion, making her appear even more vibrant and beautiful.
Gu Qingyu smiled approvingly: “Looks perfect on you.”
Wen Ying complimented him: “Good eye.”
The driver had already left, so Gu Qingyu drove himself.
He opened the car door for her, politely shielding the window to avoid collisions.
Wen Ying’s gaze was faint: “You’d make a good driver.”
Gu Qingyu smiled lightly: “Oh? Fu Tingchuan never did this?”
Caught off guard, Wen Ying frowned: “Mind your own business.”
Gu Qingyu said nothing, instead asking, “When do you plan to break off your engagement with Fu Tingchuan?”
Though last night was an accident, Gu Qingyu intended to take full responsibility.
“Break off the engagement?” Wen Ying frowned in shock. “Who said I’m breaking off the engagement?”
Gu Qingyu turned to her, his eyes beneath his glasses dark and deep: “You want to pretend last night didn’t happen?”
Wen Ying looked at him incredulously: “Seriously? You’re so old-fashioned? We just slept together, and you want me to take responsibility for you?”
Wen Ying even began to regret it. Had she known he couldn’t play along, she would have picked someone else.
Gu Qingyu laughed at her anger, reaching out to hook her chin, his eyes beneath the lenses narrowing, both captivating and dangerous: “So you mean, you want me to be the other man?”
“We only slept one night.” Wen Ying pushed his hand away, crossing her arms, chin raised, high and proud: “We’re adults. Are you serious?”
Gu Qingyu studied her steadily. After seeing no hint of a joke, he realized one fact: he had been played.
Wen Ying’s gaze swept over his refined, handsome face as if appraising a commodity, resting on her cheek: “However, if you’re willing to be the other man, it’s not impossible.”
This statement crushed the man’s pride completely.
Clearly, everyone in this circle was proud and dominant, and Gu Qingyu was no exception.
He lowered the dark gleam in his eyes, giving a cold snort: “You said that yourself. Don’t say I bullied you later.”
Wen Ying lifted her chin, proud as a white swan: “Ridiculous! I’m not someone who can’t play along.”
At that moment, her phone vibrated.
Both of them looked—“Fu Tingchuan” appeared on the screen.
“Afraid to answer?”
They exchanged a glance as Gu Qingyu teased her with a smirk.
Wen Ying snorted and answered immediately.
The voice on the other end was cold, furious, and questioning: “Wen Ying, what did you get up to last night?”