The puppy-dog little brother wasn’t a student at Hai University.
He was a male model that Su Luoluo had hired.
This male model was actually quite well-known—plenty of the sisters in her social circle had tapped on his profile.
So Su Qian recognized him at first glance.
Su Luoluo wanted to watch her make a fool of herself.
But Su Qian wasn’t going to fall into the same pit twice.
That was why the WeChat account Su Qian gave out in the first place was Xia Jie’s.
When Xia Jie found out, not only did he not blame her, he got even more excited.
“Qianqian, I’ll help you lure the enemy in deep!”
Late at night, Su Qian finished writing her program, stretched, and only then saw the messages Xia Jie had sent.
Judging from the hotel photos sent back from the front lines—
Hmm, he really was about to go “deep into luring the enemy”!
In a great mood, Su Qian packed up and headed home.
But the moment she stepped out of the office building, she got a call from Xia Jie.
Su Qian was a little surprised. “It’s over already? Little brother couldn’t perform?”
Xia Jie grumbled, “No, the little brother performed great!”
“Then why is it over?”
“Don’t even ask. Midway through, some girl barged in with people and started snapping photos. I called the police and had her taken away. She’s probably that little sister you mentioned, right? I heard she even stood up her boyfriend on his birthday today just to come watch you make a fool of yourself—turns out she became the joke instead.”
Su Qian laughed out loud.
Seeing her enemy like this, she finally let it go.
A happy heart makes a person glow. Su Qian went to a bar for a drink.
It was a quiet bar—soothing music, a good-looking bartender with great skills.
In the past, whenever Su Qian was stressed, she’d come here for a drink.
Partway through, a guy came over to hit on her and ask for her WeChat.
Su Qian politely declined.
She liked the clean, boyish type.
Not tattooed rune warriors with full sleeves.
When her glass was empty, Su Qian planned to head home, but her gaze accidentally caught a figure in the corner.
That figure seemed about to melt into the dark bar, completely out of place with the lively surroundings, drinking glass after glass by himself.
Su Qian whistled inwardly.
A handsome guy with a broken, dejected vibe.
Looking closer—wasn’t this Jiang Ji?
She struck up a conversation again. “Handsome, care to have a drink with me?”
A bottle of tequila sat in front of Jiang Ji, more than half still full, yet he was already thoroughly drunk.
Hearing her voice, he raised his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes fixed on her.
Clearly drunk, yet with a misty haze in them.
“You again. Are you following me?”
Su Qian blinked, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You again?”
Then she made a show of stepping back. “Sorry to bother you.”
She turned to leave.
But before she’d gone a few steps, two girls sidled up to him.
Jiang Ji was already drunk, his arm resting on the bar counter, his head pillowed on it. The two girls tugged at him, one on each side, giggling—their conversation carrying over the music.
Words like “getting a room” and “buying condoms” drifted over faintly.
Su Qian thought for a moment, then turned back.
She grabbed Jiang Ji’s arm. “Stop fooling around. Come home with me.”
The two girls looked wary, guarding their prey. “Who are you?”
Su Qian: “His stepmom.”
“……”
The two girls left, but not far.
Their eyes stayed glued to this side, as if the moment Su Qian left, they’d pounce again.
Su Qian decided to play along. She took out Jiang Ji’s phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, opened WeChat, found Su Luoluo’s chat, and planned to tell her to come collect her man.
His nickname for Su Luoluo was very conspicuous:
[Prettiest Princess Baby]
Having been force-fed a mouthful of PDA out of nowhere, Su Qian didn’t know how to feel.
It was her first time trying to steal someone’s man—no experience at all.
On WeChat, a brief exchange between the two was displayed.
Jiang Ji: [Today’s my birthday. Aren’t you coming?]
Su Luoluo: [I’m busy.]
Su Qian smiled. Oh, she was busy, all right—she’d failed to catch him cheating and ended up at the police station instead.
Pretending she didn’t know Su Luoluo, she made a voice call.
The first call didn’t go through.
She tried several more before it finally connected.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard Su Luoluo’s hysterical, shrill screams from the other end.
“Jiang Ji, if you won’t touch me, plenty of other men want to chase me!”
“If you’re frigid, go get treatment. We’re breaking up!”
“…”
Su Qian froze.
Frigid?
How come she remembered him being anything but cold that night at the hotel?
She instinctively glanced at Jiang Ji—and collided with a pair of dark, deep eyes.
Jiang Ji had woken up at some point.
He raised his arm, and that long, clean hand took the phone, his voice calm and flat.
“Fine. Let’s break up.”
Just three words.
Su Qian suspected she’d gotten something wrong.
—Frigid?
To put it nicely, he was the abstinent type; to put it bluntly, he had erectile dysfunction.
But last Friday night, she’d clearly felt very good…
Su Qian’s mind was a mess. She quietly took a step back, planning to escape the battlefield.
But the moment she took a step, her slender wrist was grabbed.
Jiang Ji’s voice sounded by her ear. “Aren’t you taking me home, little auntie?”
Su Qian’s legs went weak.
By the time she came back to her senses, she really had brought Jiang Ji home.
Jiang Ji was thoroughly drunk; the moment he got out of the car, he’d collapsed onto her shoulder.
So heavy.
Fortunately, Su Qian lived in an upscale complex. Seeing her carrying a young man on her back, the security guard offered to help.
In the end, it was the guard who supported Jiang Ji and walked him to Su Qian’s door.
The hallway light illuminated Jiang Ji’s strikingly handsome face, and the guard was a little surprised.
“Isn’t this the owner of unit 2602?”
Only then did Su Qian learn that Jiang Ji also lived in this complex, right upstairs from her.
No wonder she’d seen him at the supermarket last time.
Looking at Jiang Ji, drunk beyond recognition, Su Qian felt a little guilty, afraid the guard might think she was taking advantage of him.
She rubbed her nose and said, “Yes, my little brother usually lives in 2602.”
“So you’re all one family. No wonder you’re all so good-looking.” The guard didn’t suspect a thing, chuckling.
After the guard left, Su Qian laid Jiang Ji down on the sofa.
Looking at the sleeping young man, Su Qian couldn’t help but stare, entranced.
Usually, Jiang Ji’s skin was pale, but with a cold, distant air to it.
Now his cheeks were flushed, his face like a peach blossom, his lips a vivid red—like a crabapple blossom drenched in rain.
You could tell he came from a good family.
Even drunk, he lay there obediently, no drunken antics, and even his lying posture was perfectly proper.
So well-behaved.
Seeing his lashes flutter slightly, Su Qian deliberately murmured, just loud enough:
“Should I take advantage while he’s just broken up? Strike while the iron’s hot?”
“No… he’s rejected me four times already. Clearly he’s not the least bit interested in me.”
“If I keep shamelessly throwing myself at him, wouldn’t that count as sexual harassment…”
At that thought, Su Qian sighed. “I’d better go get the sobering-up medicine.”
When she came back, Jiang Ji was awake.
He was leaning against the sofa, the collar of his black shirt slightly loosened, his long thick lashes shadowing his narrow eyes under the light.
He’d lost some of his cold aloofness, gaining instead a lazy, bewitching air.
Honestly, with a top-tier catch like this, sleeping with him would be no loss at all.
Su Qian handed over the sobering-up medicine. “Drink it, and then you can leave.”
Jiang Ji narrowed his eyes. “Weren’t you going to sleep with me?”
Su Qian choked. “You’re imagining things.”
Jiang Ji ignored her and opened the medicine bottle on his own, drinking it down.
Su Qian couldn’t help asking, “You didn’t even look at the packaging. Aren’t you afraid I drugged it?”
Jiang Ji’s gaze swept over to her. “Doesn’t matter.”
It was as if he were one word away from saying: Even if you did drug it, I still wouldn’t touch you.
Su Qian shrugged.
“Fine, I shouldn’t have asked. Why humiliate myself…”
Perhaps this was the privilege of being top-tier handsome—even though he wasn’t polite at all, Su Qian didn’t feel offended. She just thought he was like a beautiful ragdoll cat.
But the next second, the ragdoll cat furrowed his brow and curled up into a ball on the sofa.
Alarmed, Su Qian quickly checked the medicine bottle.
“The medicine isn’t expired, though.”
“None of your business.” Jiang Ji’s face was deathly pale. “It’s my stomach. Old problem.”
Su Qian was a little surprised to hear that.
So young—how did he already have a CEO’s illness?
She didn’t know how to comfort him, so she said stiffly, “Don’t hurt. Drink more hot water.”
Jiang Ji’s brow furrowed even tighter.
Ah, she’d said the wrong thing again.
“I mean, you should get it treated quickly, or it’ll give you bad breath later.”
“…”
Clearly, that wasn’t much better either.
There was no stomach medicine at home, so Su Qian ordered a few kinds on a delivery app, choosing express delivery—it would take over ten minutes to arrive.
On the sofa, Jiang Ji lay curled up, looking sickly.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips had gone pale.
He looked rather pitiful.
She’d originally meant to cover him with a blanket.
But her gaze landed on the man’s abdomen, curled upward from the pain—on his cold, fair skin, the ridges of his abs and the lines of his V-cut were clearly visible.
As if possessed, Su Qian reached out her hand—