Upon hearing the word “go home,” Jiang Yi sobered up almost halfway.
She shoved Wen Suihan away, “I can’t go home.
If my grandfather finds out I’ve been drinking, he’ll kill me…
No way I’m going back.”
Having said that, she turned to leave, rejecting Wen Suihan’s offer to take her home.
Wen Suihan grabbed her arm, “Give me your ID card, I’ll take you to a hotel.”
Perhaps it was the pain from being gripped too tightly that prompted Jiang Yi to start resisting and to try to break free from his grasp.
At this moment, Wen Suihan also noticed her bag was nowhere to be found on her.
Although it was already autumn, Jiang Yi’s outfit for the day consisted of a skirt that barely reached her knees, offering no place to keep a wallet or a phone; she had long left her bag in the car.
Jiang Yi, seeing that Wen Suihan had no intention to let go, became desperate and bit down on the back of his hand in a struggle.
Wen Suihan winced in pain, yet did not loosen his hold.
A frown formed at his brow, unknowingly.
Despite not dealing much with women, he had never encountered anyone as troublesome as Jiang Yi.
Without another word, he dropped the umbrella from his other hand and swept Jiang Yi into a horizontal carry.
The sudden loss of ground beneath her feet made Jiang Yi release her bite.
The unexpected sensation of weightlessness caused her to instinctively grab at something to prevent herself from falling.
Face to face, the distance between them was so close that their breaths were almost audible.
The smell of alcohol on her breath caused Wen Suihan to frown once more.
“If you don’t want to be taken home, stop moving around!”
The tone of command was indisputable.
Jiang Yi instantly quieted down, realizing that compared to her grandfather’s severity, this man before her was no less formidable.
For some reason, Wen Suihan possessed a natural authority that dissuaded her from defying him lightly.
Wen Suihan freed one hand to loop one of Jiang Yi’s arms around his neck.
There was an unmistakable dominance in this gesture.
“Hold on to me.”
After staring blankly at him for a moment, Jiang Yi acquiesced and, obediently wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, let Wen Suihan carry her to his car.
The Zhongye International in the city center was a typical wealthy neighborhood.
Wen Suihan owned a lavish 400-plus square meter flat on the top floor, a place he seldom visited.
It was said that the top-tier female celebrity Ye Shiyun spent a whopping 260 million just to be Wen Suihan’s neighbor by buying the floor below his.
Despite this, since Ye Shiyun moved in, she had yet to even catch a glimpse of Wen Suihan.
Today, however, she saw his car in the underground parking lot.
She hoped that if she were to ever chance upon Wen Suihan, she must ensure that she looked stunningly beautiful; even if she didn’t meet him, a neighbor could snap a picture and upload it online to dazzle everyone.
The Bentley in the opposite parking spot had just come to a stop.
Ye Shiyun’s breathing paused; she hastily removed the seatbelt still fastened around her and timed her move, waiting for Wen Suihan to appear.
Unfortunately, the person who got out of the Bentley first was his assistant, Yuan Ye.
Ye Shiyun didn’t lose heart.
Since Yuan Ye was there, it meant that Wen Suihan must be inside the car.
Next, Yuan Ye walked around the front of the car to the other side of the back seat and reached out to open the door.
Wen Suihan did indeed emerge.
He stepped out first and then bent over to extend a hand inside the car…
Ye Shiyun’s heart was up in her throat; she quickly adjusted her smile and opened her car door.
But the moment her graceful leg started to step out of the car, her movement froze.
Wen Suihan was lifting a woman out of his car.