Chapter 139: Eldest Sister-in-Law

Ruan Cha was so thrilled by his mention of a "world for two" that she nearly jumped for joy.

"Won't you, please?" Seeing Gu Zhenzhi’s hesitation, Ruan Cha lifted her slender, pale arms to hook them around his neck. Her voice was soft, delicate, and spoiled, and she leaned in to press another kiss to his lips.

Gu Zhenzhi’s vision began to blur. The enchanting little face before him started to multiply—one, then two, then three...

Yet, hearing her soft, sweet voice by his ear, he instinctively curved his lips into a smile and replied with doting indulgence, "...Alright."

Cyric: "!!!"

Witnessing it with his own eyes was far more painful than hearing it described!

He felt so aggrieved he was on the verge of choking back tears. However, the next second, he heard Ruan Cha drop her coaxing tone and command him coldly, "Gu Zhenzhi has agreed. Aren't you going to address them?"

The pride Cyric had been desperately clinging to was utterly crushed by reality.

He stomped his feet in frustration.

He forced himself to suppress his emotions.

After hesitating for a long time, and under the intimidating glare of his boss, he hung his head.

He opened his mouth, his voice filled with anger and vexation as he called out, "Sister-in-law—!"

Ruan Cha nearly choked to death on her own saliva!

She glared fiercely at Cyric.

Meeting his boss's gaze, Cyric wondered: Was he wrong to call her that?

After pondering for a few seconds, Cyric asked in a low voice, "Then what should I call you?"

Ruan Cha’s eyes lit up. A thought occurred to her, and she chuckled, "Call me Madam Ruan."

No sooner had Ruan Cha spoken than she heard Gu Zhenzhi’s low, intermittent voice, "Th... that’s fine."

Hearing this, Ruan Cha finally realized something was wrong with Gu Zhenzhi.

She turned to look at his face.

The man’s cool, pale skin, which had only been lightly flushed a moment ago, was now stained with a deep, intoxicated red. His gaze was unfocused and ethereal; he seemed to have trouble even fixing his eyes on anything.

Ruan Cha thought back to Gu Zhenzhi kissing her and speaking of a world for two—

If this was just the liquid courage of alcohol talking, then she was the one taking a huge loss!!!

Ruan Cha clenched her small fists. She had Cyric help her prop Gu Zhenzhi up so she could treat and bandage the wound on his back.

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Night fell.

The door to Gu Zhenzhi’s bedroom was pushed open slowly.

Outside the window, the cold moonlight spilled onto the floor, leaving a trail of silvery brightness.

Ruan Cha tiptoed, carefully crawling from the doorway to the side of Gu Zhenzhi’s bed.

In the moonlight, she could see the man’s features, which were exquisite to the extreme—haughty, cool, and detached. His lips were pressed shut; much of the alcohol had worn off, but his cheeks remained slightly flushed.

Ruan Cha squinted at him for a moment.

Then, she silently climbed into Gu Zhenzhi’s bed.

She was worried that if Gu Zhenzhi woke up tomorrow and forgot everything that happened yesterday, she wouldn’t have any proof that he had truly kissed her!

She couldn't afford to be the one losing out.

So, Ruan Cha came up with a brilliant idea.

She would lie down beside Gu Zhenzhi and see how he tried to explain his way out of this!

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The next day.

While Gu Zhenzhi was still drifting in the haze of half-consciousness with his eyes closed, he felt a strange difficulty in breathing.

It was as if something was wrapped around his neck, constricting his breath.

He also felt a weight pressed against his waist.

The moment Gu Zhenzhi realized there was someone beside him, his eyes snapped open.

As soon as he opened them, he heard the long, soft, and steady sound of breathing beside his ear.

Gu Zhenzhi shifted his gaze and immediately saw the girl sleeping with a peaceful, obedient expression—

She was wrapped around him like an octopus, her arms draped over his neck, and her slender, pale, straight legs resting across his waist...

All the blood in his body rushed to his head, and Gu Zhenzhi bolted upright!

He threw back the quilt in disbelief, instantly seeing his bath towel, which he had been wrapped in, lying discarded at the corner of the bed.

And the girl was wearing nothing but a small, pink camisole.