C15 Chapter 15

Su Jiyue got back to the villa on the south side of town, and Qin Yaochen still wasn’t home.

After her shower, she sat alone in the empty living room. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt, so she went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of red wine. After a beat, she brought out a small plate of peanuts from the kitchen, too.

At first, she was still careful about it—pouring the wine into a stemmed glass before drinking.

But after a few glasses, she started tipping the bottle up and drinking straight from it.

The bottle was empty in no time.

Su Jiyue swayed, her head spinning, and felt her way back to the cabinet to open another bottle. Maybe she was too dizzy to care, because she just leaned against the cabinet, slid down to the floor, and kept drinking.

“Qin Yaochen is a... total bastard!” Drunk, Su Jiyue flung the empty bottle in front of her.

With a loud crash, she started laughing. She laughed and laughed—until tears slipped down, soaking her cheeks.

When Qin Yaochen walked in, that was what he saw.

Su Jiyue, drunk out of her mind, sat on the floor in her pajamas with her back against the liquor cabinet, mumbling who knew what. Just as he was about to call her name, she suddenly hurled another bottle at him.

“Damn it—where the hell is the house staff?” Qin Yaochen snapped. He yanked off his suit jacket, threw it onto the couch, and crossed the room in a few quick strides. He bent down and scooped her up.

“Qin Yaochen? Oh... it’s really you...” As he lifted her, Su Jiyue seemed to come to a little. Grinning, she looped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

Qin Yaochen glanced at the pile of empty bottles beside her, cursed under his breath, then turned and shouted for the house staff again.

“Coming, sir—what is it?” After calling twice, the butler finally hurried in, looking like he’d been dragged out of bed.

“How did you let her drink this much?” Qin Yaochen shot him an irritated look. “Have the kitchen make something for a hangover, and simmer some porridge. When she wakes up, bring it up and feed her.”

With that, Qin Yaochen carried Su Jiyue upstairs, leaving the butler standing there, completely baffled.

The butler glanced at Qin Yaochen’s retreating back, then at the empty bottles on the floor, and smiled with satisfaction. “That trick actually worked.” Still grinning, he called someone over to clean up.

Upstairs.

Qin Yaochen set Su Jiyue down on his bed with obvious disgust. After filling the bathtub, he tossed her in—still wearing her pajamas.

“Ah—” The sudden drop made Su Jiyue cry out.

Su Jiyue was small, and Qin Yaochen’s tub had been custom-made for his height. The moment she went in, she sank straight to the bottom and started flailing.

Qin Yaochen stood off to the side, watching her struggle with a cold expression. Only when he figured it was enough did he reach in and yank her back up.

The second she surfaced, Su Jiyue clung to his leg and scrambled up, collapsing against him as she gulped for air. The weight of the water had tugged her pajama top halfway open, and her pale, smooth skin pressed right up against him.

“Su Jiyue, you…” Qin Yaochen started to speak, then forced the rest of the sentence back down. When he looked, her hand was planted with unnerving accuracy right between his legs…