Chapter 6 — Drunk Night And Unplanned Kiss

12 I was stunned, almost reflexively let go of Giang Chi's hand. "YES?" Next to me, Giang Chi let out a dissatisfied noise, then firmly held my hand. As he held my hand tightly, I trembled so much that within a few seconds, my palms were drenched in sweat. A colleague wearing a bright floral dress stood not far away looking at us. I didn't even dare raise my head to look at her. Damn it, how do I explain it? Sister, I was suddenly confused, I slept with your son! It's better to kill me. But while I was still confused, Jiang Zhi's helpless laughter suddenly rang out next to me: "Okay mom, stop joking with my girlfriend." ??? I was stunned, then looked up - I saw my colleague smiling at us and saying something that stunned me: "Jiang Chi's trick is really effective. I didn't expect that I lost a sister and gained a daughter-in-law." I blushed at her last sentence "daughter-in-law", but also paid attention to the first sentence. “Jiang Zhi's trick?” I looked up at him: "What trick did you use?" He rubbed his nose a little confused and replied: "Actually, no one really looks at me." “The day after you spoiled me, your mother found out about us and also knew that my sister ran away at the last minute.” It took me a while to fully understand this. “So the girl who was seeing you all this time…” “For hire.” Giang Chi looked at me honestly: "As a neighbor since childhood, I spent 200 yuan to hire her to perform this play." “…So she kissed Lam Hoai An because you also arranged it?” “Lam Hoai An?” Giang Chi hesitated for a moment, then said: "I only told her to pretend to be an eyewitness, the rest was up to her to improvise." …What an excellent actress. However, before he could say anything, Giang Chi suddenly bent down and looked straight into my eyes: "Foster mother, are you going to explain to me who Lam Hoai An is?" I licked my lips, then realized I had said something wrong: "It's... that girl's boyfriend." Giang Chi looked at me for two seconds: "Is that your ex-boyfriend?" I was slightly shaken by his gaze, hesitated, then nodded honestly. “Is it the person you mistakenly recognized when you were drunk?” I suddenly felt a splitting headache. “Yeah…” As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but I quickly pulled him back: “Where are you going?” Is he planning to break up forever? However, I thought too much, Giang Chi seemed to have no intention of breaking up, he just... wanted to go fight Lam Hoai An. I tried to stop it, but failed. Giang Chi returned to the hotel and beat Lam Hoai An. The doctor in the office the other day was still wearing a white blouse and had a scholarly face, but when it came to fighting, he was no worse than anyone else. When I forced him to stop, glanced at Lam Hoai An who was being beaten but did not dare to fight back, I still felt secretly happy. Lam Tu helped me take revenge on the betrayed feud in the past, but now it has been cleared once again. But during that time, the other girl did not intervene, but just sat leisurely next to her, drinking lemonade and watching what happened. Then I couldn't help but ask: "Aren't they lovers?" The girl smiled, her beautiful and sharp eyes raised: "Sister-in-law, among the few sentences I said, one sentence is true: he and I are just sexual partners." "Besides—" She paused for a moment, then continued, "Giang Chi beat my partner, and will definitely compensate me with someone even more handsome. His friends... tsk, all is the best, the doctors are both handsome and a bit mischievous, truly lecherous scholars." That description made me feel a little sad. But that fleeting feeling was immediately extinguished by Giang Chi. He lifted my face with both hands, frowned, his voice full of menace: "Don't even dream, do you think they are as beautiful as me?" I was forced to look at his face carefully, shaking my head. Giang Chi pinched my chin, then whispered in my ear: "I'm sure no one is as ugly as me." … Memories of last night suddenly came back, my face turned red. Truly evil. Not some white-clothed angel, Giang Chi is clearly a genuine promiscuous scholar. End The night we officially became a couple, Giang Chi and I bought wine to take home and held a truth-telling session. The way to play is I ask, he answers. Me: “So you loved me at first sight?” Giang Chi smiled lightly, holding the beer can with her long, beautiful fingers: "Yes, but not really." “Tell me clearly.” Giang Chi took a sip of beer: "It was love at first sight, but it wasn't the first time I met you like you thought." I frowned, a bit confused. Then Giang Chi honestly said: The first time he met me was the day I interviewed for a new company. That day the weather was very bad, with lightning and traffic jams. I got out of the car and rushed to the company when I witnessed a car accident. A sedan did not decelerate when turning, the road was slippery because of the rain, and crashed into a middle-aged man riding an electric motorbike. The uncle lay on the road, with blood stains all around him. Many people stood watching, some called an ambulance but no one came close. The car that caused the accident fled, leaving only the lonely uncle lying there, his clothes soaked in the rain. I couldn't bear it, hesitated a bit, then ran to cover my uncle with an umbrella until the ambulance arrived. At that time, I thought I would be late for the interview, but... The interviewer, somehow hearing about me helping people, after the interview ended, accepted me. Until now, Giang Chi has only confessed that that day he happened to pass by and saw a small, thin girl shivering in the cold wind, but still covered her uncle with an umbrella when he had an accident. He found that girl extremely adorable. I asked in surprise: "Is that all?" Giang Chi was very serious: "That's all." …Truly, love is like a tornado, coming in an unreasonable way. However, after a few glasses of wine, I suddenly felt something wasn't right — "Tell me, how does the interviewer know that I help others?" “I sent him a picture of you wearing an umbrella.” “How did you know I went to that company for an interview?” Giang Chi shrugged: "I don't know for sure, just guessing, because... there are few companies around here, and right at the time this company is in urgent need of recruitment." Oh so that's it. I sincerely exclaimed: "Our company also knows people quite well. Nowadays, many companies don't care about good qualities like helping people. It's not even as good as me making a perfect PPT to get extra points." Giang Chi was silent for a moment, then said: "Actually, this company is not really humane to everyone." I frowned: “What do you mean?” Giang Chi took two more sips of beer, then gently squeezed the empty beer can, winking at me: "Because the owner of this company... is my father." I: "??" “So your mother…” “She was idle, so she secretly went to my father's company to look for a job, partly to kill time, partly to… monitor.” Follow me! I know the boss of our company very young, rich, and a lot of girls in the company tried to run into his office, so it's understandable... The older colleague was very strict with those girls. Furthermore, if you think about it carefully, the colleagues who run the fastest all end up quitting their jobs... This is really a great move. The company owner worked as an insider and directly helped her husband clean up the "withered flowers". However — I looked up at him: “So that means from the beginning, your mother knew you liked me…?” Because I was shy, I spoke a bit in a roundabout way. Giang Chi smiled: "Of course she doesn't know, otherwise, do you think she would let me adopt you as an adoptive mother?" "She liked you more because you never took the initiative to find my father, worked hard, and didn't crave glory. But because she mistakenly thought I didn't care about girls, she decided to keep you as a sister 'regardless of age', and then even got creative so that I could adopt you." I: "??" Giang Chi smiled softly: "Sorry, I said wrongly, I mean to adopt you as my adoptive mother." I glared at him and then thought it over in my head. So... On the day of my interview, I did a small good deed and accidentally caught Giang Chi's attention. He figured I could go to his father's company for an interview, so he sent a photo to the interviewer, adding some suggestions. I was finally accepted into their company. Then because I didn't flatter or approach the rich, handsome boss, I was liked by the company owner. She thought her son was not interested in girls, so she did not arrange a match, but instead made him adopt me as his adoptive mother, so that I could help "activate his love life". But she probably didn't expect that I would "straighten" her precious son, from a sisterly relationship "regardless of age" to become her future bride... I tilted my head back and took a sip of cold beer, suddenly feeling like I was filming an insider movie. A circle overlaps a circle. The truth-telling session was almost halfway through, Giang Chi had said everything that needed to be said, and then... It was my turn. He took a sip of beer and then suddenly leaned closer. The distance was so close that I could smell the gentle scent of alcohol on him. His eyes looked at me quietly, his lips curled into a slight smile: "On An An, how do you plan to make up for recognizing the wrong person that night?" …Why are you mentioning that again? I lightly licked the corner of my lips and asked, "Is that over?" “Can't get through.” Giang Chi denied very firmly, "That has left a wound in my soul." Having said that, he smiled slightly, bent down, put his hands on the wall, pinned me to the corner of the sofa, his voice was deep and hoarse: "Um? Foster mother..." It's dangerous, who can stand it? I looked away, not daring to look at him. “So how do you want me to compensate?” Hearing my question, Giang Chi smiled, "Then, when you're not drunk, I'll do it again." I was bewildered for two seconds, then quickly drank the beer in my hand. “I'm drunk.” Giang Chi laughed softly and suddenly raised his hand to cover my eyes. Then his lips touched warmly. “It's too late.” Then… he actually appeared again. Makes me even more certain that - He is truly a promiscuous scholar, sometimes elegant, sometimes very... promiscuous! [Full text complete.]