Chapter 371: Chapter 368: Confronting Me
"What’s gotten into you today, all this sudden passion, I can barely handle it."
Gu Yue straddled Zhang Hao, her hands on her hips, "What’s wrong, am I not allowed to take the initiative for once? You seem overwhelmed by my favor."
"Let me tell you, in the future there will be plenty more times like this, and I advise you to get used to it sooner rather than later. Don’t be making a fuss over every little thing."
After finishing her words, Gu Yue slid her hands under Zhang Hao’s clothes, caressing every inch of his skin from the bottom up.
Her little hands, tender and soft, seemed almost boneless.
Zhang Hao rested his hands behind his head, his eyes filled with love.
Gu Yue leaned down, bringing her face close to Zhang Hao’s.
In a voice full of allure, she said to him, "You’re hard, and you keep staring at me."
Before she had finished speaking, Zhang Hao thrust his hips upward, and Gu Yue let out an unguarded whimper, her body swaying as if it would fall.
If Zhang Hao hadn’t quickly braced herself, Miss Gu’s queenly demeanor might have crumbled from her pedestal.
Regaining her balance, Gu Yue reached one hand down to the middle of her legs, as if to mitigate the jolt of stimulation she just felt.
"You really are a bad guy, you know how sensitive I am there right now, yet you insist on teasing me."
Zhang Hao didn’t rush to say anything, just kept thrusting upward again and again.
Gu Yue didn’t avoid it, as if she enjoyed Zhang Hao’s invasion.
If she hadn’t been comfortable, she probably would have left his body by now.
Meanwhile, He Qianhui, who had already left Jiahua Hotel, had no idea where to go.
Thankfully, she hadn’t brought much luggage with her, just a small suitcase.
Holding her phone and looking at the messaging app, she saw the message she sent to Zhang Hao half an hour ago, which he had not replied to.
He probably had seen it.
Knowing her man was close by yet as distant as if worlds apart.
He Qianhui sat down, resigned, and touched the banknotes in her pocket, which still felt warm.
Who is Miss Gu? What is her relationship with Zhang Hao?
These two questions constantly hovered in He Qianhui’s mind.
"Is this beautiful lady alone here?"
Out of nowhere, a man stood before He Qianhui.
He Qianhui looked up at him, and her first impression wasn’t good.
"I’m waiting for someone."
"Who are you waiting for, me perhaps?"
The man seemed oblivious to how shameless he was acting.
He persistently made his presence known to He Qianhui.
"It’s already past eleven at night, who are you waiting for, lady? It couldn’t be your lover, could it?"
"With your beauty and figure, you really should bless some of the male folk."
"My buddy lives nearby, why don’t I take you to see him? It’s surely better than standing on the roadside feeding mosquitoes."
He Qianhui looked at him; if it weren’t for her restraint and having no energy to deal with such nuisances, she would have slapped him by now.
"Stay away from me."
"An ice queen, huh? I like it. It’s this late; I doubt your friend will show up."
"How about you come with me tonight? I promise you an unforgettable evening."
The man’s words grew increasingly inappropriate, and He Qianhui, too indifferent to engage, was forced to get up and walk away with her suitcase.
The man continued his relentless pursuit.
"Beauty, darling, sweetheart, don’t go, stay and keep me company."
The more he spoke, the faster He Qianhui walked until she came to an intersection and hailed a taxi.
She quickly tossed her suitcase into the trunk and hopped into the car before the man could catch up.
As soon as the door closed, the world inside the car was a separate reality from the outside.
The driver was a woman who seemed to have sensed something was amiss.
The moment He Qianhui got into the car, she locked all four doors.
"Miss, where do you need to go this late at night?"
"Just looking for any hotel, thank you."
The female driver paid no attention to the man knocking on the car window.
She gently stepped on the accelerator and slowly pulled away.
"Miss, it takes courage for you to be out alone at this time of night, but there are a lot of bad people around after dark."
"In the future, unless it’s something important, it’s better not to choose to go out at night."
With the kind advice from this elder sister, He Qianhui started to regain some composure.
"Thank you, elder sister. I just got off the plane. I thought there would be rooms available at this hotel, but when I went there, they told me they were all booked. I’ve been wearing high heels all day, and my feet are very sore."
"Why don’t you stay at my home? It’s nearby. But my son just came home for the holidays, it might not be very convenient... Forget I said anything."
While they were talking, the driver’s phone suddenly rang.
He Qianhui closed her mouth automatically, not asking any more questions.
"What, you got burned? Is it serious? Okay, Mommy’s coming home right now."
After hanging up, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Miss, I’ll drop you off at the road ahead, and you can hail another cab from there."
"My son was cooking at home and accidentally burned himself. I need to go back and check on him."
He Qianhui sighed, feeling like today was filled with one thing after another.
"It’s okay, elder sister. I’ll go back with you. If you don’t mind, I’ll crash at your place for the night."
The elder sister seemed very grateful for He Qianhui’s empathy, and they continued the drive home together.
She opened her front door to see her son sitting on the couch, applying burn ointment to himself.
At a glance, she saw a large red patch on the back of his hand and headed into the kitchen. He had been cooking instant noodles.
The handle of the pot had suddenly loosened, and he hadn’t held it steady, causing the pot to tip over, spilling boiling water over his hand.
After applying the burn ointment, the situation didn’t get worse, and the driver told her son to be more careful in the future.
She didn’t forget to bring He Qianhui’s luggage from the trunk.
Before leaving for work again, she gave a couple more words of caution.
The driver’s son was exactly eighteen this year, whether from good genes or good nutrition.
At eighteen, he was already over one meter eighty tall.
Standing in front of him, He Qianhui felt she almost had to tilt her head back to see him properly.
"My mom is working the night shift and won’t be back today, so you can sleep in her room. My hand is injured, so I can’t really help you with anything else."
"There’s water in the fridge, and some food too. Of course, you can also order delivery. I’ll give you the address in a bit."
The driver’s son seemed quite well-behaved.
He Qianhui had thought to make do on the sofa for the night, but the son graciously offered his mother’s bedroom instead.
Looking around the house, there didn’t seem to be a male head of the household.
Walking into the bedroom, she found both the bed and the floor impeccably clean.
He Qianhui felt somewhat hesitant to lie down on it directly.
There was a photo of the elder sister and her son on the bedside table, just the two of them.
"Sister, here, take this."
He Qianhui immediately turned and walked to the door, accepting a piece of paper from the son.
"This is our address. Normally, it’s just my mom cooking at home, but she’s driving the night shift for a couple of days."
"I was just making instant noodles for myself since I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t eaten yet, feel free to order some delivery."
Looking at his still-reddened hand, He Qianhui asked, "Did you really eat, or are you just saying that?"
The boy’s eyebrows knitted together, and he pursed his lips, not speaking. From his expression, He Qianhui understood what he meant.
