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While the young miss was engrossed in her revelry, chaos was brewing outside.
The manager nervously followed the man. “Mr. Zhou, I wonder what brings you here… What is the matter?”
Everyone knew that Zhou Tingyun was impeccably clean-living and never frequented places of entertainment. There had been instances where business partners, defying the odds, had tried to offer women as a bribe, only to be met with permanent rejection from Huayu Group.
So why was he here today?
The manager couldn’t help but steal a glance at the man’s expression, muttering to himself,
This… this looks like he’s here to catch someone in the act…
Reaching the top floor, he quickly stepped forward and opened the glass door.
Immediately, a burst of clear laughter reached their ears—joyful, vibrant, like birds chirping in the spring branches.
Zhou Tingyun turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, focusing on the beautiful face surrounded by people, flushed with a sunset-like blush, both delicate and elegant.
It was clear that she was having a lot of fun.
Unaware of the impending danger, Ming Zhao was speaking loudly to the male models.
“You’re much more pleasant to listen to than that bastard, Zhou Tingyun!”
The manager: “…”
No, where did this ancestor come from?
The manager felt a wave of dizziness, wishing he could bury himself alive.
Zhou Tingyun, however, remained impassive, as if he wasn’t the one being insulted.
Bastard, little bastard, vicious.
He was already used to her sweet “Gege” one second and then riding roughshod over him the next.
Besides, it was only Werewolf; he thought he could forgive his little sister’s minor transgression.
Zhou Tingyun glanced at the manager.
The manager’s heart tightened, and he quickly raised his voice to shoo everyone away. “Disperse! Everyone, get out!”
Shang Man, who was enjoying herself, frowned, anger rising within her. Who the hell dared to act so arrogant? She raised her head to yell.
Who was so blind— eyes… eyes… her eyes widened like a copper bell.
Her pupils trembled, and she slowly reached out to pull Ming Zhao’s sleeve. “Zhao… Zhao Zhao.”
“Hmm?” Ming Zhao, engrossed in the game, was quite focused and said with displeasure, “What? Don’t interrupt my train of thought.”
Shang Man: “…I think you’re trying to get me killed.”
Then, with a sincere tone, she offered advice. “Let me give you some advice, Ming Zhao. Pretend to be drunk now, and tomorrow, just say you blacked out and don’t remember anything. You’ll thank me later.”
What in the world is she talking about?
Before Ming Zhao could react, she noticed one of the male models was about to leave, so she quickly grabbed his sleeve. “Hey, it’s your turn to speak. Where are you going?”
Male Model: “…?”
Zhou Tingyun coldly observed her slender white fingers wrinkling the man’s sleeve.
Finally, the man’s voice, carrying the chill of late autumn, drifted over. “Had enough fun?”
It was as if a cold wind had swept across a desolate plain, bringing a sudden silence.
The chill pierced Ming Zhao, making her feel as if she were frozen from head to toe.
Question: What to do when you’re caught by your older brother at a club with male models.
Even though it was just Werewolf.
Answer: So what? He went on a business trip without a word, avoiding me! So, I’m playing! I’m playing! I’m playing!
Meanwhile, Shang Man had already quickly escaped with the male models, stumbling slightly at the door. The dedicated male model even reached out to help her, earning a look of three parts appreciation and seven parts gratitude from her.
Within minutes, only the two of them remained in the large space.
The air around them seemed to freeze, the silence thick enough to hear each other’s breathing.
Zhou Tingyun reached out to her, saying, “Let’s go.”
Why is he always so calm?
Ming Zhao inexplicably felt even angrier.
With a ‘slap,’ she forcefully swatted his hand away.
The man looked at her silently for a moment, no longer bothering to argue, and bending down, he slipped his arms under her knees, ignoring her struggles, and forcibly picked her up and carried her out.
Before Ming Zhao could even let out a surprised gasp, the sudden sensation of weightlessness startled her, making her cling tightly to Zhou Tingyun.
Once she realized what was happening and tried to squirm, his large hand snaked around her legs and secured her at her waist, lifting her effortlessly like a koala.
“Zhou Tingyun! Let go of me!” she shouted, pounding her fists against his shoulder.
Throughout the journey, Zhou Tingyun remained unfazed by her angry outbursts.
Soon, several bite marks appeared on his shoulder and neck, but he maintained his steady pace.
The driver watched in shock as the boss enacted this forced display of affection, his mind in turmoil.
Suddenly meeting the man’s emotionless gaze snapped him back to reality; he quickly opened the door and fogged up the partition.
Ming Zhao was tossed into the car.
Just as she angrily prepared to get up, the man slipped inside, expressionless, and casually tore off his tie, tightly binding her hands.
“Zhou Tingyun!” Unable to use her hands, she resorted to using her mouth and lunged at him to bite.
The man raised his hand and grasped her cheek, his thumb pressing against her lips.
Suddenly, he noticed her slightly reddened eyes.
He frowned. “How can you still cry?”
His voice was as cold as a knife.
Ming Zhao was taken aback by his fierce demeanor, her whole body seeming to freeze as she stared blankly at him.
Well, now that was it; the floodgates had been opened.
Her previously shallow eye sockets quickly filled with tears, and large drops cascaded down, streaming down her cheeks.
All of it fell onto the back of his hand.
“…”
For a moment, he felt a pang of heartache. Why was he being so harsh with her?
In less than three seconds of their standoff, Zhou Tingyun helplessly lifted her onto his lap and began to loosen his tie for her.
Ming Zhao, already delicate, had red marks on her skin after a short time. Zhou Tingyun gently rubbed her wrists and apologized.
Then, he gently lifted her face, using his fingertips to wipe away the continuous stream of tears rolling down her cheeks, soothing her with soft words, occasionally kissing her eyes.
The cool touch on her swollen eyelids eased the discomfort.
Ming Zhao’s brain momentarily ‘buzzed,’ her thoughts seemingly paused as if a pause button had been pressed, leaving her mind blank. She stared at him in stunned silence, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion.
But quickly, she realized.
He… thought she was drunk?
He knew she had symptoms of blacking out when she got drunk.
And he used to comfort her this way.
Whether she had bumped or bruised herself, or encountered something upsetting, Zhou Tingyun would hold her on his lap, repeatedly kissing her forehead, eyes, and cheeks, coaxing her not to cry.
Her heart beat so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest. Ming Zhao tightened her grip on his sleeve.
She gradually quieted down, no longer making a fuss.
Soon, a low voice filled with warmth and amusement reached her ear, praising her—
“Good girl.”
His warm breath was light, but the subtle sense of control made her scalp tighten slightly.
As if seeing her calm down, the man wiped his hands with a disinfecting wet wipe, then used his cool fingertips to gently press against her eyelids, brushing against her eyelashes.
It felt as if he were caressing some incredibly precious doll.
After a long pause, long enough for Ming Zhao to feel as if she might drift off to sleep, he gradually moved his hand down to her lips.
His gaze felt tangible as it brushed across her mouth.
Ming Zhao’s long eyelashes fluttered, a tingling sensation shooting from her heels up her spine. The warmth of his palm made her cheeks flush, burning with heat.
What started as gentle touches and caresses gradually intensified, transforming into kneading and playful teasing.
Even if she didn’t understand how metaphorically suggestive this action was, she should have realized—
This was definitely not something an older brother should do with his younger sister.
Thump, thump, thump.
Her heart raced, adrenaline surging.
It was deafening.