Chapter 222: Second strike, beginning to doubt Chapter 222: Second strike, beginning to doubt “Why don’t you want to go there again?”

After he got drunk, his voice became even more magnetic, each word making Wen Zhi’s whole body tingle.

Wen Zhi deliberately didn’t answer, and Shang Hexing leaned in closer.

At this moment, he lowered his head, his breath spraying on her forehead, then on her cheeks. Wen Zhi’s heartbeat sped up, thumping loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled deeply, his rich, magnetic voice in her ear, “Why’s your heart beating so fast?”

Wen Zhi held her breath, breathing shallowly, thinking this would steady her heartbeat. Obviously, she was too naive; how could one possibly control their heartbeat?

It was utterly chaotic.

“Wen Zhi…” Shang Hexing’s lips had already approached the pale nape of her neck, his hot breath causing her to shrink back.

She whispered softly, “You’re drunk.”

Shang Hexing responded with a hum, “Mhm.”

“You really are drunk,” she said.

“I know,” he said, “I also know what I want to do.”

…

He had always admitted he was drunk, even before getting into the car.

But in truth, only he knew how sober he really was. He was just making bolder moves under the pretense of drunkenness.

Now Shang Hexing wasn’t content to just nestle in her neck; his warm, thin lips slowly moved up the curve of her neck, setting fires everywhere, making it unbearable for her.

The partition had risen at some unknown point.

Shang Hexing’s hand also reached over, slipping under the hem of her clothes. Wen Zhi instinctively raised her hand to push him away.

She forgot to switch hands, using the injured one instead. The pain from her bones made her suck in a breath of cold air, causing her flushed face and racing heart to disappear in an instant.

Shang Hexing noticed something was wrong and immediately asked her, “Did that hurt?”

Chen Jinhai in the front seat heard “Did that hurt?” and tensed up, thinking something had already started in the back.

Wen Zhi wasn’t actually in much pain, but seeing Shang Hexing’s worried face, she mischievously decided to play up the act, saying pitifully, “It hurts…”

“Let me see.”

Shang Hexing turned on the reading light and then carefully examined Wen Zhi’s hand.

The red marks on the bandage were from before, and there were no signs of fresh bleeding.

Shang Hexing’s drunken eyes cleared up a bit, “Let’s go to the hospital to have it checked, and change the medicine and bandage as well.”

As soon as Wen Zhi heard they were going to the hospital, she immediately withdrew her hand, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Shang Hexing looked at her.

Wen Zhi chuckled sheepishly, “It’s not really that painful.”

Shang Hexing saw through her, “Pretending?”

Wen Zhi voluntarily lifted her head and kissed the corner of his lips, and as she drew back, she was pressed back by him.

There had been two frivolous episodes in the car today.

Even though it didn’t go too far either time, Wen Zhi felt there wasn’t much difference.

This man, who seemed so ascetic, was truly wicked when he chose to be.

…

They arrived outside the Wen Family Villa.

Just as Wen Zhi was about to get out of the car, Shang Hexing detained her, hugging her from behind, “Invite me in for a hot cup of tea, to sober up.”

He emphasized the last two words a little more heavily.

Wen Zhi didn’t answer.

“Do you need to think about that?” His tone was unsatisfied.

Wen Zhi asked, “Will you leave after drinking?”

Shang Hexing, “Or do you want to kick me out?”

Wen Zhi let out a giggling laugh. He asked her what she was laughing at, and Wen Zhi said, “You’re kind of cute when you’re drunk.”

“Do you like it?” he asked, going along with her conversation.

Wen Zhi nodded, “I like.”

Just as she was about to agree to take him inside, she turned her head and saw, through the gate, the face of Fang Rong full of anticipation, knowing that it seemed Fang Rong had completed the first step of her instructions.

Wen Zhi immediately changed her mind and said to Shang Hexing, “Is tomorrow okay?”

The inside of the car was so quiet that only their shallow breaths could be heard; Wen Zhi felt guilty, but fortunately, at that moment, Shang Hexing nodded, “Okay.”

Wen Zhi then breathed a sigh of relief.

She got out of the car, and Shang Hexing handed her the bag.

Wen Zhi took the bag but didn’t go in immediately. Instead, she stepped over to the passenger-side window and said to Chen Jinhai, “Chen Zhu, after you take him back, remember to tell Aunt Lin to cook a bowl of sobering soup.”

Chen Jinhai nodded, “I know this, Miss Wen doesn’t need to worry.”

Only then did Wen Zhi feel somewhat reassured. As the car drove past, she saw Shang Hexing laughing in the backseat. After watching the car drive away, she turned and went inside.

…

Fang Rong had long since completed the task Wen Zhi had entrusted her with and waited at the door for Wen Zhi’s return.

She waited and waited, but Wen Zhi did not come back, and Fang Rong grew increasingly anxious, even thinking that Wen Zhi might not return that night.

Luckily, after waiting a bit longer, she finally saw the car lights.

“Miss,” Fang Rong quickly approached.

Wen Zhi, carrying her bag, asked, “Is it done?”

Fang Rong nodded and whispered, “Su Tong has been taken to your room, she’s unconscious.”

Hearing Fang Rong’s report, Wen Zhi’s eyebrows lifted, and she looked at Fang Rong with a touch more admiration, “Is there anything you can’t do?”

Fang Rong scratched the back of her head and chuckled sheepishly.

At this moment, Wen Zhi inquired, “How did you knock her out?”

Fang Rong chuckled, “Medicine.”

What specific medicine, Fang Rong did not say, and Wen Zhi did not press for details because Fang Rong had assured her that the medicine would only put Su Tong to sleep and would not have any other side effects.

“You go rest,” Wen Zhi urged, somewhat impatiently quickening her pace inside.

Fang Rong hurried a few steps and asked, “Miss, do you need me to stand guard outside your room?”

“No need,” Wen Zhi had just finished saying there was no need when she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to Fang Rong, “Go to sleep early; come knock on my door at six in the morning and get Su Tong out.”

Fang Rong understood immediately and nodded.

Wen Zhi, carrying her bag, hurried back to her upstairs bedroom. Upon entering, she saw Su Tong, who had not awakened, sprawled across the chair beside the curtain.

Wen Zhi opened her bag and took out the Buddha Beads she had brought with her. She always carried the Buddha Beads with her when she went out, naturally to prevent Su Tong from searching her room and losing the beads while she was away.

She walked over to Su Tong with the beads, slipped one string of Buddha Beads on Su Tong, and after doing this, she turned to wash up and go to sleep.

That night, Wen Zhi wanted to enter Su Tong’s dream; she wanted to know the truth about Wen Yiwan’s marriage to her father.

Having been by Wen Yiwan’s side for many years, Su Tong must know some secrets.

However… things did not go as Wen Zhi wished.

Wen Zhi had failed again.

In the middle of the night, she switched the Buddha Beads once more, but still could not enter Su Tong’s dream.

After repeated failures, Wen Zhi did not sleep that night, her eyes red as she waited for dawn. Promptly at six, there was a knock on her door, and she stumbled to open it.

Fang Rong immediately saw the exhaustion on Wen Zhi’s face.

She quickly stepped forward to support Wen Zhi, “Miss, are you feeling unwell?”

Wen Zhi closed her eyes; her voice was a bit hoarse when she spoke, “Get Su Tong out.”

Fang Rong nodded and immediately took Su Tong out.

A few minutes later, Fang Rong rushed back to find Wen Zhi seated on the floor leaning against the bed. Fang Rong hurriedly knelt on one knee beside Wen Zhi, “What’s wrong, Miss?”

After a long silence, Wen Zhi spoke, her voice still hoarse, “Get me a lighter jacket; prepare the car; I need to leave.”