Chapter 5 — Drunk Night And Unplanned Kiss

My call immediately attracted all eyes, including the shipper. But when he raised his head, I suddenly woke up. Not Giang Chi. It's just that the body shape is a bit similar. I smiled wryly and waved: "Sorry, wrong person..." Looking to the side, luckily my colleague wasn't there. However, when I sat back in my chair, looking at WeChat but not seeing any incoming messages, I suddenly felt worried. It's over, this time it's really sticky. Attached to my brother, who is two years younger than me, both handsome and a bit naughty. Today is the day I'm most focused at my desk, I almost don't go to the bathroom once, but I look at the computer all day and still haven't finished a report. Working vaguely until I got off work, I said goodbye to my colleague and slowly left the company. Facing her, I still feel guilty. She considered me like a sister, yet I slept with her son... Suddenly, someone blocked my path. I bowed my head, a pair of white sneakers appeared in my sight, and above it was a light-colored sports outfit. Looking up even more... was a deadly handsome face. "What are you thinking? Walking without looking at the road." His voice was low, slightly reproachful. What I noticed is... this time he didn't call me "adoptive mother". I suddenly woke up and unconsciously glanced around. “Don't worry, my mother is gone.” Giang Chi quickly answered. I breathed a sigh of relief, raised my head to look at him: "What are you doing here?" Giang Chi responded quickly, raised his eyebrows, bent down and said: "Looking for you." “Looking for me?” I unconsciously tilted my head, not daring to look straight at him. “Yes, looking for you to be my girlfriend.” The confession came so suddenly, I stood still, my heart pounding. “You… I…” I was confused and couldn't say anything. However, while I was still nervous, Giang Chi splashed a bucket of cold water: "Just kidding, my mother arranged for me to go on a blind date, wanting to find you to pretend to be my girlfriend to deal with." "…OH." I couldn't help but frown: "I'm older, it's not suitable, find someone else to pretend to be." “I like older people.” Having finished speaking, Giang Chi grabbed my wrist, not allowing me to refute, but pulled me away, stuffing me into his car parked on the side of the road. 10 The car door is closed. Seeing that I was not moving, Giang Chi leaned over and raised his hand to help me fasten my seat belt. My nose smelled the faint scent of men's perfume, pleasant and familiar. The seat belt was already fastened, but Giang Chi did not sit up straight and remained in the same position as before. “On An An, do you remember what happened that day?” He leaned closer, one hand resting on the car door towards me, the distance between us was less than ten centimeters, his breath blew on my face, it felt slightly itchy. Hearing him mention that night, I immediately became tense. “Jiang Zhi, maybe…” I hesitated, feeling a bit sorry for him, and said: “Or maybe I should compensate you with some money.” Giang Chi seemed stunned. After a while, he slowly sat up straight, one hand on the steering wheel, his fingertips squeezing gently, smiling: "Okay, tell me how much my foster mother plans to compensate me?" I was also startled. To be honest, I didn't think he would really ask, because anyway... whoever took the initiative that night would still be a bit of a loss for me. Hesitating a bit, I slowly held out a finger and asked: "One thousand?" Giang Chi smiled and curled her lips: "Mom, even some luxury places don't even have that price." I think also correct. With a face like Giang Chi, he's sure to be an A-list star anywhere. "So how much do you want?" I thought that, considering the relationship between me and your mother, you wouldn't ask too much, but... I was wrong, you asked for ten times more — ten thousand. I frowned and started to grumble: "It's too expensive, I don't have any money." Giang Chi nodded: "If you don't have money, that's fine. You can find another way to compensate." I raised my head to look at him, waiting for the next sentence. “The way my foster mother made it difficult for me that night, let me make it difficult again tonight.” "…Impossible." Giang Chi leaned back slightly: "If that doesn't work, there's another option." “Pretend to be my girlfriend, to deal with my mother.” I can do the first part, but the second part... I'm a bit hesitant. But after thinking for a while, I still agreed. It's not about choosing one out of three, it's about having only one choice. However, when we got off the bus in front of a certain hotel, I began to realize— Why do I have to choose? There's no such thing as compensation or no compensation, I'm just saying it with a soft heart. If you ask for money, I can completely refuse, but... I'm being led by your choices. Poor me. Sighing, I resignedly followed Giang Chi into the hotel. At the door, Giang Chi suddenly stopped and looked at me: "If you act, you have to act in full..." After saying that, he raised his hand, I hesitated a bit and then silently took my hand. I followed him into the hotel, to the private room on the second floor. At first, I thought it was just a scene where the princess appeared to disrupt the lovers, but... The script had some problems. As soon as I opened the door, I saw two people sitting inside. A man and a woman, a couple, called lovers because when we opened the door, they were kissing passionately. Apparently the girl, two years younger than Giang Chi, had a boyfriend and intentionally brought him here to challenge and refuse the blind date. The interesting thing is that her boyfriend is not the average type. The boy hugging the girl, kissing until the line of saliva lasted, was Lam Hoai An. 11 My ex-boyfriend a few days ago told me that there were only passersby around him - Lam Hoai An. The four of us looked at each other bewildered. Lam Hoai An and I looked at each other in surprise, while the other girl looked intently at Giang Chi's face, her eyes seemed to want to change sides on the spot. Indeed, beauty is always the sharpest weapon. I regained my composure and looked up at Giang Chi. Fortunately, he did not seem to be fascinated by the other person's youthful and beautiful appearance, still keeping a cold face, showing no emotions. The atmosphere was oppressively quiet, but Giang Chi was the one who broke the silence. He raised his hand, gently hugged me, and smiled softly: "Since you have the other half, stop seeing each other and go home and explain to your family, okay?" After speaking, Giang Chi was about to hug me and leave, but the girl suddenly stood up. "Impossible." Giang Chi stopped his movements, turned his head to look at her, his voice colder: "Say it." The girl left Lam Hoai An, walked over, tilted her head to observe Giang Chi, and said: "I changed my mind." Giang Chi did not answer, but frowned. I quietly observed the girl in front of me. Really young, wearing sexy clothes, smooth skin, flexible and arrogant eyes. Compared to her, I feel self-conscious for no reason. Obviously the young lady is attractive Furthermore, I - the older sister - am neither young nor attractive, just known for being "mature". The girl raised her chin to look at Giang Chi and said bluntly: "I see you too, let's keep looking." Giang Chi seemed to smile: "Should we continue seeing each other?" Having said that, he glanced at her lips: "First wipe the drool from your lips." The girl was startled and quickly wiped it with her hand. That was not her drool, but that of Lam Hoai An sitting quietly next to her. Giang Chi placed his hand comfortably on my shoulder, looked at the girl and Lam Hoai An, and said: "Isn't your boyfriend here? Why are you still seeing each other?" The girl crossed her arms: "He's not my boyfriend." Giang Chi raised his eyebrows and heard her continue: "He's just a lover." Tch. I sighed sadly when I heard it. Nowadays, young girls really play openly. Giang Chi also seemed a bit surprised, then shook his head, hugged me and left. Before leaving, he freely uttered three words: "Crazy." Behind him was the sound of a dissatisfied girl grumbling, along with Lam Hoai An's arguing. Giang Chi hugged me and walked out of the hotel, never letting go. I reached out and pushed him, but he still didn't budge. “Have we taken enough advantage?” "Not yet." Giang Chi smiled, his hand on my shoulder tightened. The moment we looked at each other, I suddenly felt a little shaky and tried to push him away. But his strength was too strong, I pushed my hand on his chest and he grabbed it tightly. “Okay foster mom, have you had enough?” I thought that sentence was a scolding, but the next sentence suddenly turned into a confession: "Enough playing, let's be together." I stood still. A long time later, I raised my head to look at him, full of surprise: "What did you say?" Giang Chi raised his hand and placed it on my head, stroking it, like he was stroking a cat. He smiled softly, his face was always so deadly beautiful. “I said, let's be together.” I was speechless. But in the moment I was silent, his hand gradually slid down from above my head, his warm palm caressed the back of my neck, and finally placed it on my neck. He bowed his head slightly, looking straight into my eyes: "Is that okay?" His voice was too gentle, making me embarrassed, so I chose to be stubborn: "No..." But I tilted my head, not daring to look him straight in the eyes. Giang Chi was silent for two seconds, then bent down again, gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to raise my head. “If my adoptive mother wants to refuse, then look straight into my eyes and tell me that she has no feelings for me.” I was forced to look at him. Our eyes met, I saw my reflection in his eyes. The word of refusal was stuck in my throat, I couldn't say it out. I can't say it, because, it's true that I have feelings for him. It seemed like we looked at each other for a long time. Then Giang Chi gently opened his mouth, I glanced down a little, just in time to see his throat move. He said: "Sister, have you heard that boys are not allowed to look directly at the person they like?" I was a bit surprised and shook my head. I've actually never heard that. Then the next second, he suddenly kissed me without warning. “Partly because… I couldn't resist wanting to kiss her.” His lips were soft, warm, somewhat familiar — Jiang Zhi's scent. Outside the hotel, in the middle of a crowded street, I was so worried that I grabbed his collar, wanting to push him away, but I didn't have any strength. The kiss was fleeting and then stopped. However, when we were still alive Before we could separate, a surprised voice rang out from behind: "Giang Chi, An An? You guys..." Turning around, I saw my colleague wearing a floral dress, looking at us with a surprised expression.