Chapter 1612: Pain

He went to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water, and wiped her face and feet. She’d been in the mood tonight and had a few drinks. Mainly it was Lu Zhenzhen drinking like she had a death wish—if no one stopped her, it wouldn’t end well. Nan Jiaojiao had been forced to snatch a few glasses away. With her pathetic alcohol tolerance, one gust of wind and she was dizzy.

It wasn’t suitable to move her right now anyway. Besides, first thing tomorrow morning when she woke up, she’d definitely take a shower.

Bo Yanching didn’t dare skip washing up. After he finished tending to his little ancestor, he went to the bathroom to take a shower himself, then got into bed and wrapped his arms around her to sleep.

As for Mo Tingshen, no one dared call a designated driver for him. His mood was off tonight; they were afraid the designated driver might be in danger. In the middle of the night, they dug the unlucky assistant Lin Shoo out of bed to come pick him up.

The road ahead was under construction; two lanes were blocked off and only one was left open. It was that awkward hour when the night-shift crowd was all heading home, and the front was jammed solid. Lin Shoo saw it from far away, turned around at the fork, and took a longer detour.

The tires ran over two speed bumps and jolted Mo Tingshen awake. He shifted a bit and, in a daze, glanced outside.

“Where are we?”

Lin Shoo explained why they were detouring. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar road sign by the roadside and muttered, “Feisheng should be around here. How’d we end up circling over this way?”

Mo Tingshen’s eyelids twitched slightly. He lifted his head and glanced out the window, then suddenly said, “Go to Feisheng.”

“Huh?” Lin Shoo said, “That’s not a good idea. If you go bother Third Master Bo at this hour, he’ll kill you.”

Mo Tingshen let out a soft laugh. “Who said I’m going to his place?”

“Then you—”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Shoo suddenly reacted—downstairs was Chu Yao’s home.

Way too careless of him. He’d actually forgotten about that.

The car pulled into the garage. Lin Shoo unlocked the doors and turned back to ask, “Should I come pick you up here tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Got it. I’ll bring the stylist and your clothes over, and I’ll drive the car back now and come again early in the morning.”

“Go ahead.”

Mo Tingshen pushed the door open and got out. Lin Shoo got out as well and walked a few steps with him. “Do you need me to help you upstairs?”

“I’m not drunk to the point I can’t even walk. Go on, get back and rest early.”

Lin Shoo was moved to the point of tears. He’d been sleeping soundly, dragged out to stand in the cold wind; if he didn’t pull an all-nighter tonight, it’d be letting down his superior’s great kindness.

The password at Chu Yao’s home hadn’t changed, but there wasn’t a single pair of men’s slippers in the shoe cabinet.

Mo Tingshen took off his shoes and went in barefoot. He only turned on a warm lamp in the living room, then walked straight to the master bedroom door, lit a cigarette, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, he still didn’t turn on the main lights. He lifted the covers and lay down.

The alcohol buzz was hitting; sleepiness came quickly.

Half-asleep, he felt a hand fumbling messily over his body. At first, Mo Tingshen thought he was just really drunk and his skin was itching. But when he turned over, that hand actually wrapped around his waist, nails pinching the soft flesh at the small of his back, lifting and letting go.

Mo Tingshen sobered up in an instant. His eyes flew open; he yanked the person out from under the covers and clamped a hand around their neck, pressing them hard into the pillow.

The person let out a muffled groan.

His expression froze for a second, and he switched on the bedside lamp.

“Xiao Yao?”

Chu Yao held her neck, two tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. Her lips trembled as she looked at him. “Gege, it hurts.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Where did I hurt you? Let me see.”

Mo Tingshen instantly panicked. He carefully moved her hand away. Afraid he couldn’t see clearly, he turned the light up even brighter. The glare stung Chu Yao’s eyes; she narrowed them, turned her head, and cursed under her breath.

And there wasn’t a single mark on her neck.