Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 670 - 276. "Dewy Summer" Incident._4

The overly quiet environment made Wanxia half asleep; it was as if she sensed something, and when she opened her eyes, her vision was still blurry. She saw a shadow standing by the bed and instinctively shrank backward in fright.

Shooting a glance at the man with displeasure, "What are you doing standing here? You scared me to death!"

Although Wanxia was quite frightened, Gu Shaozhi just smiled with a curl of his lips.

He took long strides towards her, lifted the quilt, and lay down on the bed before turning over to press Wanxia beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her. "Did I scare you? Then I apologize. I just wanted to see you and didn’t mean to wake you."

He had taken a shower and brushed his teeth, so the smell of alcohol wasn’t strong, but it was detectable.

Seemingly finding it a bit amusing that he had startled her, he chuckled softly with exasperation, "This is my home. Do you think just anyone can come in casually?"

Though the man’s actions were domineering, and his strong, tall physique was imposing, his kiss was gentle, and his hands were well-behaved.

Wanxia turned her head, easily avoiding him.

"No, it’s just that you were standing there silently like a black silhouette. It’s not surprising I got scared," she laughed lightly, paused for a moment, then asked, "Did you drink? Are you unhappy?"

Having his request for a kiss rejected, Gu Shaozhi wasn’t angry either.

He bit the woman’s smooth, slender neck, his tongue leaving a trail of moist marks on her skin, his voice, infused with wine, low and hoarse, "I just drank because I wanted to. I can’t say if I’m happy or not."

The man’s lips and tongue wandered on the edge of pain as they bit Wanxia, creating a very ambiguous atmosphere.

Wanxia’s mind was groggy, with little sensation, and she raised her hand to push against the man’s chest, in undisguised resistance.

"You should sleep early. You have to work tomorrow."

"I’m not going to the office. Isn’t it nice to stay home with you?"

"Work is more important. I’ll get better after taking some medicine. You don’t need to stay with me."

Gu Shaozhi was no stranger to her habit of abandoning him after crossing the river, and a deep, slow laughter escaped his throat, seeming both helpless and indulgent.

"Wanwan," Gu Shaozhi called her name, his low voice entwined with an indefinable emotion, "Is it that... whenever I come home, you can’t sleep?"

He didn’t know when he had realized it—maybe it was the day before, maybe a week ago...

Bolstered by the haziness of the alcohol, he just asked.

Following the man’s words, Wanxia paused, subconsciously tightening the hand pressed against his chest.

A few seconds later, as the air flowed freely through her nostrils, her eyes met his deep, unfathomable black ones directly. Her delicate features broke into a gentle, moving smile, "Not really, I just got a fright. Why do you ask?"

She appeared somewhat surprised.

Even though she was smiling, and despite her illness making her complexion not very good, beauty remains beauty, but in Gu Shaozhi’s eyes, it suddenly seemed flavorless.

"It’s nothing, maybe it’s just drunken nonsense," he turned over and let her go.

After turning off the wall lamp, he pulled her into his arms, "Sleep."

The man held Wanxia from behind, his hot breath spraying over her neck, maintaining this position for a long time without Wanxia moving.

He hadn’t eaten before going out, and if he drank on an empty stomach, his stomach might hurt because... his heavy breathing hadn’t settled for a long time.

Wanxia couldn’t sleep; she watched the darkness of the room, pursed her lips, and tentatively asked, "Gu Shaozhi, do you want some hangover tea?"

She said ’do you want.’

It was already early morning, and the servants were long asleep. Her meaning was actually quite clear.

Wanxia knew he was awake, but she didn’t receive a response for a long time, so long that she thought he wouldn’t respond, when suddenly, she heard a low, husky voice by her ear, "Don’t speak, and don’t care about me."

It was just eight words, but it suddenly made Wanxia’s heart ache as if pricked by a needle.

The pain was brief, fading before it could spread.

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The trending topic on Weibo today was ’Wholehearted’ live interview.

Even before the live broadcast started, the topic had already rocketed to the top of the trending list. The celebrity effect was strong, as this was the superstar’s first live broadcast.

Unlike before, Wanxia got up very early today. After having lunch, she headed to the study.

At four in the afternoon, the live broadcast was about to begin.

In just a few minutes, Shen Weiyi had only greeted the audience, and the number of viewers had reached forty million and was still climbing.

The host’s style was humorous and witty; even though there were only two people on screen, the audience didn’t feel awkward.

Shen Weiyi openly introduced her upcoming concert to everyone, and she would answer any normal questions from fans.

Half an hour after the live broadcast started, the number of viewers reached sixty million, an astonishing figure.

Upon receiving instructions, the host still wore a professional smile, "Miss Shen, we have a recording here, said to be sent by a friend of yours."

"A friend of mine?" Shen Weiyi seemed slightly surprised as this was not part of the pre-arranged script, but she didn’t think too much of it. Such interview programs often had these kinds of gimmicks. "No one mentioned it to me, so I don’t know who it is. Can you play it?"

The host was waiting for her to say that, "Of course."

A staff member placed a microphone next to the recorder and pressed play.

"Uh... I’ve been in the entertainment industry for many years, so I know a lot of secrets, including those about my friend: Shen Weiyi. For instance, once she got drunk and unintentionally revealed something, the song ’Destiny,’ which was the title track of her ’Best Singer’ award-winning album four years ago, was actually composed by Xia Qian. Uh... Weiyi might have drunk too much, so I’m not sure if this is true."

The voice on the recording had been altered.

No one could tell who was speaking, not even whether it was a man or a woman.

Halfway through, the smile on Shen Weiyi’s face became rigid.

The few fans present at the scene also stared in surprise; wasn’t this supposed to be a heartwarming face-to-face between idol and fans? How did it suddenly turn out like this?

The host politely spoke, "Miss Shen, you have many friends in the entertainment industry. I’ve seen the owner of the recording, but I can’t reveal that—can you explain this matter?"