Chapter 9: Gu Nancheng! I Like You!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After the banquet, Old Master Beiming himself took Ji Anan to the gates of the manor and tried to convince her to stay the night multiple times.

“Little country bumpkin, come over and hang out another time,” Beiming Yechen teased her as he shoved her into the car.

Under the street lights, Beiming Shaoxi’s long eyelashes formed shadows on his face, and the well-defined contours of his face were further accentuated. His porcelain skin contrasted with his scarlet lips, making him look like a royal descendant.

The car had already been on the road for a while when—

“Don’t worry about me clinging to you. I’m actually the one who has to worry about that.” Ji Anan felt nervous. Once again, she was forced to keep the devil company.

One corner of Beiming Shaoxi’s lips curled up in a smirk, and his fingers pressed a button to play a DVD.

A video started playing on the ultra-thin diamond-encrusted laptop.

[Nancheng, don’t leave. Don’t leave me behind…]

A familiar voice jolted Ji Anan back to a memory.

In a blur, she had thrown herself into his arms and stubbornly hung onto him. She refused to let him go and clung onto the hem of his coat, boldly following him all the way into the presidential suite.

So, she had been the one to take initiative?

Beiming Shaoxi’s glacial cerulean eyes were full of derision. “Open your eyes wide and see for yourself how you seduced me.”

On the monitor, Ji Anan appeared absolutely wasted. Her hair looked like a disheveled lion’s mane, and one could barely recognize her face under her messy hair.

On the other hand, Beiming Shaoxi appeared dignified in his British-style trench coat with golden cuffs.

As soon as they entered the hotel, she desperately hung onto him.

Despite being pushed away, she kept throwing herself at him again and again, holding onto him for dear life.

[Nancheng, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything you ask… Just please don’t leave me…]

[It’s been three years already. How many more years do you plan on hiding?]

[Gu Nancheng! I like you!]

Under the influence of alcohol, the wasted Ji Anan held Beiming Shaoxi’s hands in hers and kissed him.

…

Ji Anan’s face was burning from embarrassment. At that moment, she desperately wanted to dig a hole to hide in.

“Why aren’t you watching anymore?” Beiming Shaoxi asked as he gazed at her calmly.

“I was so drunk…”

“Is Miss Ji always so bold and unrestrained when drunk? Following random men into their rooms, forcibly kissing them, and offering ‘room service’?”

Ji Anan felt miserable inside. She had never expected that it would be so difficult for her to move on from Gu Nancheng.

Beiming Shaoxi had probably thought that she was using being drunk as an excuse to get near him and definitely wouldn’t believe that it was simply a case of mistaken identity.

“Well then, even if I did try to kiss you, couldn’t you have dodged me? Even if I did follow you into the hotel, couldn’t you have just kicked me out?” She countered him relentlessly.

“Drunk.”

Beiming Shaoxi lit up a cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

With his personality, there was no way he would let a woman come near to him, yet the night before, he hadn’t pushed her away. It was as if he had been bewitched.

Her kiss had ignited a sense of desire in him that he had never felt before. She was like a potent aphrodisiac that he couldn’t resist.

“Well, well, well, is Young Master Beiming always so brazen when drunk? So much so that you’re willing to embrace any woman that throws herself at you, follows you into your room, forcibly kisses you, and provides you with ‘room service’? What a peculiar fetish.” Ji Anan cheekily mimicked his previous mocking tone. “Stop pretending that you aren’t secretly thrilled that you finally got laid after 28 years.”

…

“That must be the reason why no woman wants to lay their hands on you. There’s no need to thank me—you’re very welcome.”

Beiming Shaoxi had the slightest hint of amusement on his face. His slender fingers put out his cigarette and crushed it into the ashtray. “My Ji’s way of speaking always seems so—”

“Unique!” Her cold voice abruptly cut him off mid-sentence.

[Nancheng, what are you doing… Ughhh… Ahhh, it hurts—]

With the sound of passionate love-making in the background, the entire car seemed to give off an air of indecency.